"Since the girl said that she was sick and coaxed Ming Hao back, why don't Ming'er's subordinates paint you a patient's makeup? Do a full set of plays, otherwise it will be difficult for the prefect to explain in the future. ”

"Well, yes. You tell my father and sister-in-law Gui to save them from being scared. ”

Minghao returned home after three days. It's so fast to run back as soon as you get the news. As soon as he came back, he went straight to Mingjing's room, "Sister, are you okay?" "Those people said that my sister's poison had relapsed and frightened him.

As a result, when I entered the room, I saw Mingjing standing in front of the desk drawing, and although he turned his head, he looked sick, but he always felt that something was wrong. If my sister's situation is serious enough to call him back from Fucheng, Fu Niangzi will definitely not let her paint again. Playing the piano before was actually almost good, and my sister herself was bored.

Mingjing picked up his pen and said, "Yo, our little genius is back." Ambition is not in old age, heroes are teenagers, and those who have no elders and young are the first, I want to think about what else is coming? ”

Ming Hao's face turned red, these were all the words that those people praised him during the party, how could he not know that Mingjing was scorning him when he heard it at this time.

"Sister, I don't really believe it. It's just that I was a little fluttery at the time. Are you alright? ”

"If you don't come back, I'll be fine. If you float again, you will drift away! Mingjing said and pointed his hand to the corner, "Go tell your father that you are safe and come back." ”

"Oh." Ming Hao answered, went out to report safety, and came back to face the wall honestly. The most punishment he received from childhood to adulthood was copying books and thinking about it. His father is busy, and his sister punished him. He didn't dare to ask how long he would stand, anyway, he just stood until his sister was satisfied.

After two quarters of an hour, Mingjing's homework for today was completed, and then he put down his pen.

"Isn't it still a little aggrieved?"

Ming Hao turned around, "Hmm." "It's not that the prefect attaches great importance to him, and then those students who take exams together follow him and praise him. He didn't get dizzy, knowing that they were trying to kill.

"Do you know that the prefect and the Lin family are relatives?"

"Huh?" Ming Hao was stunned, he knew that those students had bad intentions towards him. After all, he is not without knowledge, and he really thinks that he is too good to be good. Not to mention those places in the south of the Yangtze River, there is also a fifteen-year-old Wu Jun next to him, and then Senior Brother Ling was even more talented at the age of fourteen. This is much more powerful than the children's examination he took at the age of nine. Those guys were jealous of the prefect's importance to him and wanted to make him dizzy.

But the amiable prefect, Ming Hao really didn't doubt it. Moreover, he also wants the place in Fucheng Academy. Didn't my sister say before that she hoped that he could go to the county school palace, and if he read well, he would be selected to be sent to the Fucheng school palace.

"Now you know why I'm in a hurry to call you back, right?"

Minghao lowered his head, "Hmm." ”

At dinner in the evening, Feng Jing asked Ming Hao, "How did you reply to the prefect about the quota of the Fucheng School Palace?" ”

"The child said he needed to come back and ask his father."

"Well, Dad doesn't agree with you going to Fucheng to study by yourself. You'd better honestly enter the county school palace. Dad will write a letter to thank the prefect for his attention to you, and then excuse the matter. You don't have to. "My father and eldest sister are both sick and weak, and they can't accompany them to study. I hope that the child will be by my side and study under my nose, otherwise the nine-year-old child will be alone outside, and I am really afraid that he will not have enough self-control. For such a reason, it is difficult to say that the prefect does not know how to lift.