Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife

Access to the Vientiane Collection Book Building, not inside the building, must hold a library card.

The examination of the loan certificate is not particularly rigorous, but it is not lax. In addition to the most basic information, there are also small statues left behind. The mortgage is ten taels of silver. When you withdraw from the office, the silver can not be returned. Each time you borrow more than three copies, the time period cannot exceed one month. After the expiration, you must deduct the corresponding silver money from the mortgage. When you repay the book, you can either withhold ten taels of silver in succession, or three times in succession, you will become the person on the black list of the Vientiane Book Collection Building. Of course, if you damage the book, you also need certain compensation, you will also be blacklisted many times in succession, and for those who do not have money, you can go through another procedure, which is to help the book collection.

Moreover, the bookstore is also open to women. Of course, the place of entry and exit is definitely not a door with men, and the person responsible is also a woman. After all, this woman must keep her girlfriend's name confidential. Other information cannot be easily made known to outsiders, and they are also allowed to bring in one or two “maids". Is this a real maid or a friend or something, it is their own business.

Jing Wan's need for a library card must be simple, but she can't bring two people in right now, but this particular group of people is everywhere.

Through the ad hoc doors, "Little Prince" begins to look at the various settings and patterns, he has never been a narrow person and naturally sees the many advantages, as well as certain deficiencies. There are things that don't seem like a five-year-old can say, but Jing Wan seems to be completely confused, like a mother who completely drowns her son, her own child, and it makes sense to do whatever she says.

“Little Prince" smiled softly, on that little face, looking extraordinarily childish.

The library is bigger than “Little Prince” thought, and the book collection is very rich. It must have taken a great deal of thought.

And Jing Wan naturally looked at the opinion-book, and looked at the borrowing of various kinds of books, the more basic, in fact, the smaller the borrowing volume. For this reason, Jing Wan actually knows that it can enter the library, which is all basic. For beginners, he doesn't know a few words, and borrowing books is of no use. So, there must be a teacher to read. After all, this open school is very necessary. After all, this square word is the same everywhere, it needs to be learned one by one. You just look, you never know, what it reads, what it means.

But when it comes to reading, Yang Wan feels that there is a necessary tool, which is the dictionary.

Of course, this is not without it, and there are not a few books that have come out, but it is not comprehensive, and there is not a complete definition, related books, which cannot be described in one word, but are divided into two focused books: heavily typographical, commonly called “books," heavily typographical, we commonly call “rhythmic books," and so the resulting books are all flawed, and beginners certainly can't use them.

When Jing Wan once studied writing, she actually thought about this issue, and even collated and summarized it herself. Of course, it was just a little fuss, but she knew that this thing, at that time, definitely could not be taken out, such a concept could not be mentioned, and even later entered Beijing, did not mention to her grandfather, a complete dictionary, the far-reaching significance, not a few years ago the Camel family could bear, but now it is just right, and no one would object to this kind of thing.

“Mother, what are you thinking?” “Little Prince” gently pulled Jingwan's sleeve.

Jing Wan didn't hide anything from his son. He didn't seem to be afraid that he didn't understand. He told him in an orderly manner.

According to her, how the dictionary was compiled was basically shaped.

And the Little Prince, of course, knows what it means to have such a book. “Mother, you're amazing.” “Little Prince” really thinks so, he used to think his father was very powerful, but right, sometimes he thought that his father was actually lazy, he could do one hundred and two or more, but he could do sixty at most, but only then, the years when the father took power, he also founded the height of Qiyuan, now there is such a powerful mother and queen to help, Qiyuan will definitely be stronger.

Jing Wan smiled softly, “It's not that Mama is amazing, Mama is just standing on the shoulder of the giant, wisdom, that belongs to the world. It could be done by someone else. ”

“But they didn't do it, Mother did. ”

Jing Wan smiled and wondered, “Mother can do it because there is your father, you know, if your father didn't support it, or if I changed my identity, there are things that can never be done. ”

“Father was enlightened and had a good eye.” Neither did the Little Prince deny his father.

Jing Wan rubbed her son's hair, this kid...

After coming out of the Vientiane Book Building, Yang Wan took his son to war on the estate. The things in the city, for the "little prince", were just novel, saw a bit, just that, will not continue to maintain curiosity and excitement, on the estate, that is really a big game.

The built-up stable is still in use. At the same time every month, the fire continues unabated and the heat persists.

Although today's stable is not open, as the owner of the stable, Yasuwan wants to open it, naturally only one thing.

A large stable naturally raised a lot of good horses. Picking a pony for the "little prince" was no problem. However, he was only five years old and only touched him for horseback riding. However, Jing Wan didn't let anyone take him, gave him a condom and let him ride alone.

“Little Prince" looked at home and seemed to trust her mother extraordinarily, slightly biased her head and then gave a big smile.

The palace also has a dedicated racetrack, but how is it possible to run smoothly here?

Jing Wan did not hold him in captivity, just to keep him well, “Little Prince” is not a desperate game.

After running the horse, Jing Wan took “Little Prince” into the forest to hunt. However, spring is the breeding season for animals. This hunting must necessarily require a certain selectivity. Of course, Jing Wan they are just playing, it doesn't matter if they can reach the prey. However, “Little Prince" originally thought that after her mother, she should be a model of wisdom, but didn't want to use a crossbow is also quite powerful. However, it seems not surprising to think that on the other side, Mother has also done a lot of things, even gone to war.

There wasn't much prey in the end to feed them all.

And that night, Jing Wan brought the “Little Prince” barbecue, don't be too comfortable.

He stayed on the estate for another two days, climbing trees, touching fish in the water and eating a lot of fresh seasonal fruit.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Wan insisted, fully involved, “Little Prince” was not happy, the smile on his face had not been cut off.

After coming out of Zhuangzi, “Little Prince" made a lively offer to die at Bailong Temple.

Yang Wan's eyes fluctuated and Bailong Temple was not really within her plan, but since her son wanted to go, she just wouldn't object. “Okay.”

“Mother, when I was born, Master Dust was in the palace. When I was born, he prayed for me, didn't he? ”

“Well, that's right. So, your father really loves you.” Jing Wan smiled.

“Little Prince" knew that the Dust Master was in the palace at that time, not for “him”, he was definitely worried about the mother, but he wouldn't mind this kind of thing, nor would he poke the mother's good faith lies. How he was born, the father told him, but he didn't know the specific circumstances of the birth of this body, he had deliberately asked, but he didn't get any useful information, however, he still doubted, for fear that it was not going well, wherever it was, the date of birth was the same, there would always be some bad associations, from the father's attitude towards the original, it was quite one or two.

“I don't know if Master Dust is here, if so, just go and thank him.” The old monk was old, and he was still alive when his father died, but after a year on his own, he was still alive.

Will Little Prince be worried about being seen? Not afraid, on the contrary, he actually hopes that the other person will see something, something that has to be faced.

In fact, luck is better, since the Dust Master did not travel far, or, since the birth of the young prince, he saw the last side of Li Hongyuan, left the palace, went back to Bailong Temple, never left Bailong Temple again, for Jing Wan and “Little Prince” to meet, naturally he will not refuse, it has nothing to do with identity.

Master Dust still looks like that, very kind. He didn't seem surprised to see the queen and the prince.

“Little Prince” sat on the futon next to Jingwan, quietly, listened to Jingwan talk to Master Dust, looked at Master Dust, eyes clear.

Yet Jing Wan and Master Dust did not say anything. It also sounded like just some gossip, only occasionally on the side, he looked at his son, and his eyes were worried.

When she left, Master Dust shouted at the Buddha. "Her mother was full of hearts and minds, and she felt all kindness and happiness. ”

“Thank you, master.” Jing Wan smiled.

Jing Wan's current philosophy, Master Dust can see clearly, is the blessing of the world.

“The son of the mother, the mother sheltered, is also deeply blessed, the mother can relax. ”

Yang Wan moved in his heart, "Thank you Master. ”

And “Little Prince” looked at Master Dust, naive, “Master means, do I still have a brother and sister? ”

Master Dust stretched his hand and touched the head of the "little prince", “The child is the fate, the parents, the same fate, regrets in previous life this life, this fate, or the hereafter. ”

“Little Prince” nodded, “I don't know, but what the master said, should make sense.” But do you really not understand?

Jing Wan took the “Little Prince” farewell. However, he stayed overnight at Bailong Temple. In the courtyard of the former Prince Jin, he gave up all the peach blossom wine that had been buried. Since marrying Jing Wan, Li Hongyuan has not come here to pick peach blossom wine. He has been buried for several years, barely moved, and the quantity is quite remarkable. It has been eighty-nine years in this minimum vintage, and it tastes pretty good.

I was ordered to send these drinks back to Beijing City one step at a time. However, when Jingwan left Bailong Temple, just down the hill, Bailong Temple rang a bell. That was the silent bell of the esteemed monk of Germany in the temple. I heard a distant bell. “Little Prince” was shocked. “Mother...” How is it possible that Dusty Master still has more than a decade to live? “Mother, it's the others, not the Dust Master, right? Mother...”

Yang Wan lowered his head and gently touched his son's head, “Tianlin, Master He knows himself, he has no regrets. ”

“Little Prince" opened his mouth and finally didn't say anything. For a moment, “Mother, do we need to go back? ”

“No, the master probably doesn't want us to send him. Rest assured, things will return to the capital soon. Your father will send someone. ”

“Got it, I listened to my mother.” Just because the Dust Master passed away so many years ago, he was just shocked, but by the count, the old monk, but a hundred years old, more or less, still an unknown number, more than a decade, may not really mean much to him.

“Where else does Tianlin want to go? You know, not too far from the capital. ”

“Let's go to the Xiangshan Walking Palace and see, the Emperor - Grandfather -” “Little Prince" seems to say with a smile, but the last three words seem to smell so different. “The grandfather was not easily disturbed by his illness and cultivation at Xiangshan Walking Palace, but he had not seen his son since his birth. Now he has the opportunity to go and see him.” Let him see what it's like to be chopped up by another father and “imprisoned” by this father.

His Majesty the Emperor Le Cheng Emperor, is still alive, there are some unexpected things. But he's the same person. Living is no different than dying. Ask him in the capital. How many other people can remember him? Of course, it should also be remembered that Jing Wan does not shorten the use of Xiangshan Hanggong Palace every year, just don't know how much, it can be used on Tai Wang.

Yang Wan lowered his head and looked at his son innocently and innocently, as if he really just wanted to meet his grandfather, his son, some places, really like his father. “Well, it all depends on you. ”

Everyone around them thought they were going back to the capital. Now they have changed their ways. There is nothing they can do. They can only return the message again.

Xiangshan Ryonggong Palace is not much repair, but it is the Ryonggong Palace. Qi is the palace where the Emperor lives. It still looks very rich and royal.

I heard the prince arrived - Jing Wan didn't show up, everyone hurried to their knees.

“Little Prince" ignored them, walked to the bright side of the guard with a dark spot and went straight to the target.

Jing Wan was wondering, not knowing how his son would be angry with his grandfather, but it was better not to whisper his life.