Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The man laughed, “The little boy looks so smart, I'm sure he'll do something in the future. ”

Lord Yin was very popular with such praise. He laughed. "The old man will naturally try to cultivate it so that he can serve the Emperor. ”

Suddenly there is an ominous premonition in Shen Wood White.

“This little doll is pretty raw.” Several adults chilled again, even praising Youn's youngest son.

“One year younger than my son, if there's a relationship in the future, it's not bad.” After all, Lord Yin has been heavily regarded by the Emperor this year.

After a pause at the foot, the little prince followed their eyes and stopped for a few moments when his eyes touched the little boy's snowy face.

“Little Prince.” The guard hurried in, "the Prince said, asking his men to call you over. ”

The little prince nodded with his gaze back.

This thing is just an interlude.

With the passing of time, Shen Mubai has also grown a bit longer. Everyone in the province says that the longer the little boy, the better, the happier he is born.

By the time she was three years old, Mrs. Yin had Mama's six-year-old daughter serve her side.

Shen Kibai had been forced by her father to start learning words by now.

Just overheard drowsiness and dizziness.

Lord Yin's passion was like being poured by cold water, some of it pulled out cold.

He naturally thinks that his family is the most intelligent. It's just that the day passes, not to mention the writing and drawing of chess, and even the dancing knife is not interested in the other party.

Little people only sleep in his mother's arms.

Lord Yin lost his beard.

Especially when the little boy can't read a few words, but he also blows his beard and stares.

He walked into the room and saw his four-year-old son still grunting and drinking milk squeezed out by his nanny, more angry.

After grabbing each other's milk pot, he said, "All day long I know to eat, drink and sleep. Look at your brother, they will write their own poems. Did I teach you all the poems yesterday? ”

It took a while for Shumwood to hold back and say a few words intermittently.

Then he looked at the kettle in his father's hand.

“Sir.” Lady Yin sighed, "Yu is still young, maybe it will be better if she gets older. ”

Lord Yin shook his head, “When I was his age, I had to learn to write poetry and write endorsements every day. Madam, you were too drowning.” He can't help it, "said the man's husband, so useless. From now on, your father will teach you how to be a good man, send your nanny out tomorrow. ”

Lady Yin was slightly stiff, and then the silent appearance went to the bottom of her eyes. She smiled. “Then it's up to the master to take charge. Be good and listen to his father. ”

Shen Kibai stared at the kettle in Lord Yin's hand.

There was a certain amount of confusion in my heart.

No, it's time to quit milking.

Grandma was very reluctant when she left, and Shen Mubai ate her emotions and kissed her face.

Grandma wiped her tears, “Son, I wanted to give you another few years, but now it looks like there's no fate. ”

It's sad that Shen Wood White is also very sad.

“I'm just a baby, how could they do this to me? ”

The system is apathetic, "Four-year-olds say they laugh, they make noise, and they pinch mud into dog shit. ”

Shen Wood white old face one red, very thoughtful.

She's not a child anymore.

Nanny, treasure.