Mingcheng poured the wine in time, Mr. drank happily, and when the dishes on the table were at the bottom of the plate, the old hermit lay on the table and snorted. He Louyuan could only carry the person to the bed and put it away, and told Mingcheng to study with Mr. well, and then left with Ling Xiaorou, who turned back three times in one step.

Not far away, a large cowhide tent has been erected around the wooden house, and it can only be moved in after the house is built. Mingcheng stood in front of the door and waved his hand at the departing carriage, his heart was very reluctant, and tears fell down his eyes.

When the scholar saw it, he threw a handkerchief over, and silently went to the back to cook the sobering soup, and by the way, he and Mingcheng's empty stomachs were solved. Although he doesn't cook well, he can cook it in the end, and he can't expect a child like Mingcheng to be able to cook. As a result, when I got to the kitchen, I saw that there was a big bowl of braised beef, as well as a few side dishes held in a bowl.

Hurriedly made a bowl of decanting soup and put it aside to dry, and then put all the dishes into the pot to heat it, and shouted Mingcheng to eat six big steamed buns in one breath with those dishes, until he couldn't straighten his waist, and then sighed at Mingcheng, who was obviously tasteless, "Don't be sad, Mr. is still good, as long as you are obedient, I will mention you." "Thank you, brother." Ming Cheng nodded busily, although this is just a scholar, but after a long time with Mr., he doesn't dare to offend, after all, people have a deeper relationship with Mr. than him. Don't look at Ming Cheng is only five years old, but he has suffered a lot in the palace since he was a child, and he knows more about human accidents than ordinary children.

The scholar was only eleven or twelve years old, and when he heard Mingcheng call him brother, he immediately got up and told Mingcheng a lot of Mr.'s preferences, and in the end, Mingcheng felt that Mr. was a person who had nothing to love and was poor, how could such a person become a hermit? Don't make trouble outside and don't dare to go out, so the cat gets up, right? I have to say, the truth is clear.

After the enlightenment of the scholar, Mingcheng also let go of his thoughts, he was originally a child, and he was not so sad to be coaxed, and he called 'brother' behind the scholar one after another, but he dug out a lot of secrets from the scholar. When they remembered, the bowl of sobering soup had already been cold anymore, and the scholar blushed and said, "You go with me to feed Mr. to drink sobering soup." ”

Mingcheng naturally nodded vigorously, anyway, if there is something tall on top, the soup will be colder, and it will not be for him to drink. The scholar handed the sobering soup to Ming Cheng, and he climbed onto the bed, helped the old hermit up, pinched his cheeks, and made the old hermit's mouth open.

Just about to shout that Mingcheng can be fed, Mingcheng's bowl came to his mouth, and the bookkeeper said "slow down" late, and a bowl of soup was poured into Mr. Mingcheng's mouth, and most of it was sprinkled, and the old hermit's snot and tears were coughed out together, the old face was red, and the scholar hurriedly patted his chest and beat his back. Ming Cheng wrung his fingers nervously beside him, if he choked Mr. as soon as he came, would he be able to go back to Ningyuan Palace? It's a pity that in the end, under the busy work of the scholar, the old hermit finally coughed evenly, and Mingcheng was so disappointed.

Looking down at the wet placket that had been stained by the sobering soup, the old hermit knocked on the scholar's head, "Stinky boy, you have the intention of killing my old man, so you can roll up the old man's money, right?" The scholar rubbed his head and looked at Ming Cheng with an innocent face, Ming Cheng hurriedly lowered his head and explained: "Don't blame my brother, it's all Ming Cheng's fault." ”

The old hermit stretched out his finger and pointed at Ming Cheng, and finally put down his hand and smiled treacherously, "Since it was your fault that you almost killed my old man, then I will punish you to go back and send two altars to my old man...... No, it's the wine that the five altars drink today. Ming Cheng opened his mouth, the good wine that was poured by him as water today is an authentic royal special brew, seeing that the wine was drunk like water by him Ming Cheng felt distressed, and even wanted five altars, this gentleman's Shu Xiu is a bit expensive, anyway, where does he know how to drink when he is a child? Next time, I will have the opportunity to get him a few jars of wine.

In the evening, with the lo-mei brought by the prince when he came, a glass of wine was in his stomach, not to mention how beautiful it was on a small day, and he said to Mingcheng while eating: "Mingcheng, don't forget to send a few more boxes of such lo-mei when Ming'er sends wine, it's really too good for my old man's taste." Mingcheng lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, "Sir, you don't say anything when you eat or sleep." ”

The old hermit choked on the chicken leg, drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp, and knocked a finger on the head at the scholar beside him, "What are you doing stupidly?" Didn't you see that the wine glasses were empty? Mr. has to mention you when he eats, and if you break the rules and be laughed at, you will have a light on your face, right? The scholar flattened his mouth, and hurriedly filled the wine glass for Mr., but he was thinking in his heart, Mr. was knocked on two brain shells as soon as he came to primary school, and every time it was related to Mingcheng, could it be that this Mingcheng was born to defeat him?

Originally, I wanted to stay by Mr. Mingcheng longer than Mingcheng and pretend to be the boss in front of Mingcheng, but looking at Mr.'s attitude, the treatment is obviously different. But seeing Mingcheng's ignorant and cute little face, he couldn't blame it, so he could only secretly make up his mind that he would try to stay away from Mr. as much as possible in the future.

Mingcheng secretly stuck out his tongue, and said in his heart: Brother Shufu can't help it, I knew that Mr. was in the habit of knocking people's brains, so he couldn't talk nonsense. In the evening, Ming Cheng made a punch before returning to the house, and the guards who came with him lived dozens of meters away, and there was no one waiting around, so Ming Cheng could only go to the kitchen to get hot water to wash his feet.

When Mingcheng fell asleep, the scholar said to the old hermit aggrievedly: "Sir, it's obviously Mingcheng's fault, why do you keep knocking on my head?" The old hermit said faintly: "It's only that you don't have a good father who makes Mr. jealous." ”

The scholar's eyes lit up, "Sir, does it mean that Cheng is from an extraordinary background?" The old hermit snorted: "What about the extraordinary? With your elm head, even a child can turn you around, and you still want to make a contribution? Don't say I taught it, I can't afford to lose that person. ”

The scholar hugged the old hermit's arm, "Sir, isn't it still young, in another ten years, Mingcheng will only be fifteen years old, and I will also be successful in my studies by then, and I will definitely not lose the reputation of Mr." The old hermit sighed, "What am I famous?" It's just that I've lived for more years, and I have more knowledge than others. ”

After saying that, he lay down on the bed and said nothing. Seeing that the old hermit didn't want to say any more, the scholar also closed his mouth with interest, as for whether Mr. was really as he said, the scholar could also see from the attitude of King Ning Yuan that Mr. was by no means extraordinary.

Got up early, Ming Cheng set up a horse outside the door for an hour, and some of the guards who knew how to cook were busy, and when the princess left yesterday, she told her not to starve the prince. When the scholar called the old hermit to get up and cook, the smell of scallion pancakes was already wafting outside, and the old hermit was wafting out.

Mingcheng filled more than a dozen scallion pancakes in a basket made of bamboo strips, and grinned when he saw Mr. and the scholar, "Brother, there is beef soup cooked over there, can you go and bring some over?" "When the scholar sees that there is food, where can he be polite? Immediately brought a big bowl over, and when he came back with a big bowl, it was enough for the three of them to eat.

Mr. Breakfast does not drink, and neither the scholar nor Mingcheng has to wait, and is allowed to eat at the same table. In the ears is the scholar and Mr. talking about the spring flowers on the mountain are about to bloom, and then they will go to the mountain together to chant poems against each other, Mingcheng is not a word, fully exerting the rules he learned in the palace, elegant and perfect eating The two people who eat are buried in the bowl, who is more like a child in comparison.

After eating, the clerk cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and Mr. took Mingcheng outside to look at the mountains and water to digest the food, but unfortunately the ground was too muddy, so he could walk around the place in front of the door. The guards were obviously silent for a moment, and someone said, "The princess comes here at noon, and the general will definitely convey Mr.'s words to the princess!" ”

Mr. was so happy that he couldn't see his eyebrows, and whispered to Ming Cheng: "Your master really loves you." Mingcheng tilted his head and looked at Mr. twice, noncommittal.

After digesting the food, Mr. told Mingcheng about the schoolwork arrangements these days. Mingcheng originally thought that Mr. would start with literacy and teaching, but after asking Mingcheng that he had already enlightened, he threw a book over, "Read this book first, and then come to see me." "The book is not thick, the words are not small, the full book is a thousand words, and it is not much knowledge, Mingcheng looked at it for a while, except for the words that he didn't recognize, it was already certain that this was a book of words, or a book written for children, and there were illustrations of the little pig and the big bad wolf.

Thinking about it again, there are black lines all over the head, isn't this the booklet that the princess asked to write and print? I didn't expect the gentleman to fool him with what the princess wrote on the first day. At the same time, I am also deeply proud that the gentleman who is respected by the master also teaches him the booklet written by the master, which does not mean that the master is really a learned person?

The more I think about it, the more this happens, Mingcheng looks at the booklet more seriously, and besides, this kind of booklet is also interesting to watch, and the more I look at it, the more I want to read it again. When I encountered a word I didn't recognize, I asked the booklet, and I didn't read a booklet for more than an hour, and I even recognized the words I didn't recognize, and I read it out by myself for the last time, and after there was no obscurity, I took the booklet to see Mr.

I read it in front of Mr., and when I saw that Mr. nodded slightly, and was about to be happy, Mr. said, "Tell me what is said in it." Mingcheng put down the booklet and memorized it according to the words written on the booklet, and the gentleman frowned, "In your own words, I don't want you to endorse it!" ”

Mingcheng was stunned for a moment, and then he stumbled a little to tell the story of the three little pigs fighting wits and courage with the big bad wolf, and the gentleman said "um" with an expressionless face, and threw over a booklet. I opened it and read it, but it was still a book written by my mother, so Mingcheng took the book and went back to continue reading.

As soon as I read two lines, I heard Mr. very enthusiastic voice, "His sister, you are finally here." Then Mingcheng heard Ling Xiaorou's voice: "Sir is polite, please call me Princess." ”

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