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Sister Zhao, a title with a strong social aura, can only be called secretly.
I am like a sister in society, people are cruel and talkative, and they are angry with the sky, the earth, and the air.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are Sister Zhao's sharp words.
However, Sister Zhao, who was chewing the rice cake, was too soft and glutinous. It seemed to be a little sweeter than the rice cake, and she didn't have the temperament of a king.
After Sunge finished speaking, Li Qingzhao opened his mouth big and small, took a sip, and swallowed the remaining rice cake in his hand seriously.
It is obviously a bold and unrestrained behavior, but it is still elegant and beautiful, like the koi Lingbo, complementing each other.
Li Qingzhao took the handkerchief handed over by the maid, carefully wiped the cake residue on his hands, then stretched out his little hand, and like an eagle grabbing a chicken, he pulled Li Hao up, who was fighting with a loach, raised his chin, and hummed softly. A sound.
Hearing the sound, Li Hao threw the shovel away, very obediently, grabbed Li Qingzhao's sleeve and followed closely behind him, walking towards Sunge.
Seeing this, Sun Ge raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips to smile. Could this be the legendary bloodline suppression from his own sister?
I have to say that with such a sister, Li Hao should not be rebellious.
A pair of children walked in one after another, and Sunge quickly restrained his gloating expression. At first glance, she looked like a loving mother.
"mother."
Li Qingzhao's steps were brisk, his voice was sweet and soft, and he rubbed his little head on Sunge's arm. His watery eyes were full of admiration and intimacy.
Sunge patted Li Qingzhao's head and then motioned to the maid to wash Li Hao's hands.
At first glance, the little guy looks like a little clay figurine, and he doesn't know who will win or lose in the battle with the loach.
The outcome of the battle is unknown, but the fighting was tragic.
Li Hao frowned, reluctantly, turned around and left in the arms of the servant woman.
Misstep!
Originally, he should have stood beside his mother, one on the left and the other on the right, but she was slightly better.
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"Mom, I haven't read poetry or prose today, nor have I heard my mother-in-law talk about the mountains, rivers, scenery, and the beautiful scenery of the four seasons."
Li Qingzhao blinked his eyes as bright as obsidian, eager for knowledge.
Sunge covered her face, she had just arrived, was she about to be forced into involution?
If she could, she would even want to show off and reach the top of her life with her daughter, who has the reputation of being the most talented woman in history.
However, she also knew that simply showing off might stifle Sister Zhao's amazing talent.
Talent is important, but exposure to words and deeds is also indispensable.
As the saying goes, the impact of the environment on people is subtle, profound and lasting.
No, refuse to show off, save Sister Zhao, start with her.
She is not very proficient in poetry.
However, just because she couldn't write a poem didn't mean she couldn't answer Sister Zhao's questions.
As for the mountains and rivers, the beautiful scenery of the four seasons, she knows it well!
Whether Sister Zhao wants to hear about folk customs, landforms, or changes in the sea and history, she can do it!
Of course, she would be happier if she could be allowed to quote scriptures and elaborate on the unspeakable nature of women.
"I wonder what Qingqing wants to hear today?"
Seeing that the water was boiling, Sunge poured the boiling water into the cup, mixed the tea powder into a paste, added water, stirred it with a tea spoon, took a sip, and spoke slowly.
Li Qingzhao magically took out a book from the box on the side and handed it to Sunge with both hands, and then casually said, "Auntie, let my daughter order tea from now on."
Sunge was stunned, covering her lips with a tea cup to resolve the embarrassment.
Her tea-ordering skills were disliked by Sister Zhao.
The four elegances of the Song Dynasty were burning incense, ordering tea, arranging flowers and hanging pictures.
The culture of ordering tea is very popular. From the princes and nobles to the literati, they all respect this tedious but interesting tea ceremony that shows unique humanistic feelings.
It's a pity that she can only cook tea hastily.
Even the tea ordering just now was done in the spirit of doing as the locals do, imitating cats and tigers.
Ahem, she swore that her steps should be fine, but the result seemed to be off track.
As for being rejected by your daughter?
It doesn't matter if it's familiar once or twice.
Sun Ge put down the tea cup, his complexion returned to normal, and he followed the good example, "Then the hard work will be clear."
The more Sister Zhao does, the more she can lie down.
This Northern Song Dynasty was really prosperous and lively, with extraordinary wealth.
The sky became darker and gloomier, the wind became stronger and stronger, and suddenly, the rain fell like silver threads and scattered in all directions.
The maid gently took down the pole holding the window to prevent water vapor from getting in. The sound of rain gathered into a moving song. In the tea room, the mother and daughter were warm and harmonious. From time to time, they would say a few words mixed with chuckles. The misty rainy day added a little warmth.
Li Hao, who came in a hurry under the rain and held an umbrella, wanted to experience the affection between mother and son:...
Well, he's redundant again.
Li Hao struggled down from the servant woman's arms, flattened her mouth, and let out a howl, loud but not harsh, enough for Sun Ge to hear, but not annoying.
Sunge laughed. This little son has been an actor since he was a child. No wonder he can find a place to stay in troubled times.
Before Sunge could get up, Li Qingzhao quickly took Li Hao's hand, then picked up Li Hao and placed him in the center of the desk.
Sunge:......
Li Hao:......
Sunge said that this move was really unexpected.
Li Hao wanted to gain a sense of presence, but Zhaojie directly exceeded his wish.
This location is extremely conspicuous.
Li Hao, who finally squeezed out a few tears, sat on the desk blankly, looking left and right, tears hanging on his chubby cheeks, looking silly and silly.
Should I continue crying or stop crying?
Li Hao felt that his little brain seemed to be insufficient.
"Mom, dad often said that enlightenment should be started as early as possible, so that learning is not bad."
"It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. Let's let Hao'er listen together today."
Li Qingzhao pretended to be generous and stuffed a book of poems into Li Hao's arms.
Li Hao, who was in a daze, subconsciously caught it.
Sunge looked at Li Hao, who was still confused and still debating whether to cry or not, and laughed in his heart. He thought of countless tragic things in his mind before he controlled himself from laughing.
Sister Zhao was indeed Sister Zhao, and she quietly ended the happy life of her younger brother having enough to eat, sleep, and play.
But his cheap and stupid son still knows nothing.
However, enlightenment is enlightenment. Whose enlightenment begins with poetry.
Sun Ge was noncommittal, put a small blanket on Li Hao, and then continued to answer Li Qingzhao's questions.
Li Hao's fleshy little body swayed around, and then he lay down softly. As for the book of poems, it had long since become his little pillow.
Before this, Li Hao had never known that the voices of his mother and sister were so hypnotic.
Seeing that Li Hao had fallen asleep, Li Qingzhao put down his pen and hugged Li Hao on the pillow with skillful and gentle movements.
Looking at this scene, Sunge suddenly understood everything Wang wanted to protect.
