Chapter 62: : Accident prevention

"Madam, the kid said, it's a double happiness." The Wu woman on one side noticed that she was so happy, and she quickly reminded her.
"Ah, Double Happiness, what else is there for you?" Madam Ping also realized that she had lost her temper, so she asked seriously.
"Mrs. Hui, it's a coincidence that the son of our mansion has also been admitted!"
"Who are you talking about?" Madam Ping's smile condensed, and both she and Wu Pozi looked at each other, seeing incredible in each other's eyes.
"Madam Hui, it's Master De, Jiu Gongzi."
Mrs. Ping stood up rubbly. "Murong Xiude! De'er."
Perceiving Mrs. Ping's gaffe, the kid who came to report also changed slightly.
When it came to the Wu woman, depending on the situation, she quickly pinched an ingot of silver in her hand and gave it to the Annunciation boy.
"Okay, go down, our wife is so happy."
"Yes, it's such a happy event, it's no wonder that Madam will gobble up."
The boy got the reward, so he quickly turned and left.
Madam Ping widened her eyes, closed her eyes, and opened them fiercely, looking at Wu Pozi in disbelief.
"Mother Wu, you are the person I brought from my natal family. What do you think of this person, you Murong Xiude?"
Both Wu Pozi and Qiao Po were people who were dedicated to her. When I heard this, my face became cold, "Madam, no matter what, this Murong Xiude usually concealed his ability. However, what I am most wondering now is how he is studying in this backyard. He can read and write a basic essay. After all, the beginner assessment of Linglu College also needs a simple essay to assess. However, he is only recently in the backyard with He Deping. together……"
Mrs. Ping sneered and wrung her veil, "It is necessary to say Heyi, we were deceived by others. However, I understand what he said now."
Lady Wu was curious, and thought that Murong Xiude had come to level up Madam, and the two had spoken in the room for a while. Afterwards, the lady asked the girl to withdraw, and there was another waiter. Only an old one was left as a companion.
"At the beginning, although the kid was very cowardly, he blushed and told me that he could not take that position in the future, and was dedicated to assisting and supporting my Yuer. At that time, I only thought of him as a demented person. But now it seems that this kid is really capable of such. At a young age, he can conceal his true talents. At this critical moment, he is a blockbuster. If I am not good again, the world, only Will give me a reputation for being jealous. Good calculation, good calculation."
Wu Pozi was also shocked. She sighed that a small child could count people's hearts and the way behind to such a point. Is this just a few years old?
"So Madam, we don't need to focus on him too much now. However, attention is necessary. If he wants to grow up smoothly, it depends on what the people in the house think, right?"
Madam Ping received Wu Pozi's cold eyes and smiled in agreement.
"Yes, it's better for you to think well, mother. This matter is really not something he can grow up if he wants to grow up. How many children have died in the middle of the journey."
Why should she worry about such a child whose father doesn't hurt and the mother is absent. As long as some sub-schemes are given, what is his superior wisdom, in the end, it will not fall into her palm the same. Thinking about this, Mrs. Ping smiled again.
"Well, mother, you should treat him as you should. De'er was admitted today, and what happened is also a happy event in our long room. Let the dining room prepare a few more dishes. In the evening, I and De'er Er, and Qiu Yu, Yuan Er eat together."
"The son..."
In the backyard, Qingguo yelled as soon as she entered the yard.
"What's so noisy?"
"Admitted, admitted, Linglu College, really admitted."
Murong Xiude smiled faintly, "Yeah."
Qing Guo'er looked at the calm young son, but was a little bit overwhelmed. He walked up a few steps puzzledly, "My son, aren't you too happy?"
"Happy." Murong Xiude raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and continued reading. Qing Guo'er, who was staring at him, shook his head in a playful manner.
"Oh, sometimes, I really doubt if you are a child who is just a few years old, son. If an ordinary person hears such a news from you, I am afraid it will not be overjoyed. You are so good, you don't care much. ..."
Murong Xiude smiled slightly, raised his head, and stared at him with dazzling eyes, "It was in my imagination, what's so exciting?"
This time, Qing Guoer was really choking. Yes, his son had such a confident person. Now knowing this news, what can be any surprise.
"And, if my guess is correct, Madam will let me go to her courtyard to eat at night?"
The little boy put down his book and began to write again.
"This... indeed!"
"Well, go down and prepare some grass dragonflies of the kind I said, and I will bring them as gifts for Brother Yu in a moment."
"This...Yes." Qing Guo was stunned, only thinking that he really couldn't see through the mind of this young man.
When Xiao Qi, who was recuperating on the bed not far away, listened, her eyes rolled.
"Well, son, will the lady ask you how you studied literature?"
"It must be a question. You can rest, and we will go to the college together in three days."
Xiao Qi was excited all at once.
"My son, you mean that I can get out of bed and go to the college to see sister Wan'er. Hehe, this is really great."
Murong Xiude squinted at him, "If you want to go, you have to raise your body well."
"I will, I will, ahem..."
The little guy stopped talking about being questioned.
Murong Xiude also stopped talking.
In fact, he had already thought about coping. When deciding to enter Linglu Academy, he was destined to give an explanation about how he learned to read and write...
It was night, after Murong Xiude had eaten the meal in Mrs. Ping's room, Po Wu was also silent for a long time.
Until, Mrs. Ping sighed gently.
"This son, the future will not die, and it will bloom its beauty every day."
"Yes, ma'am, this... don't let it go."
Wu Pozi's eyes were even colder.
Mrs. Ping's face was pale.
"For so long, he has been hiding from us until he is a success. It's a pity that he showed up too early. If he has been in the backyard, he may live longer. In this way, I'm afraid I will survive."
When I thought of asking the child how he learned something, the child actually replied that he was an old man with a white beard, and he kept going back and forth to teach him.
She can believe such nonsense!
Since she can't get honesty, and it's beginning to appear again, why should she leave a hidden danger for her son...
The killing intent appeared in Madam Ping’s eyes, and the Wu woman who stood aside gently nodded and made a pinch to death...
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