When Yang Ruoqing was looking at her son's handsome and charming profile, Chen'er suddenly moved.

I saw him pick up a pen on the side, come to Bai Shi, put one hand behind his back, wave the pen in his hand with the other hand, and brush a few strokes on the intricate graphics.

Then he put the pen aside and turned around gracefully.

In the audience, everyone stretched their necks and looked at the question that even Teacher Yan found difficult. Under the hands of the little boy, he solved it in just a bowl of tea. Everyone was amazed.

Teacher Yan on the stage was also in disbelief. He took a few steps forward, even took out a pair of glasses, put them on, and leaned in front of the stone slab to take a closer look.

He nodded while reading. When he finished, he turned around, the muscles on his face were trembling.

The gaze reflected from behind the thick lenses was so hot that it wanted to melt the little boy.

"If you have ambitions, it's not just your age. I'm convinced!"

Teacher Yan bowed his hands, took a step back, and bowed deeply to the little boy.

The little boy smiled faintly and raised his hand slightly.

Then his eyes swept across the hall, like a king looking down at the world, and he paused briefly on Sikong Wancai.

"Who else is dissatisfied? Come and fight!" he said.

The hall is very big, but the sound can be heard by the guests in the last row of the hall.

Anyone who has skills and knows some internal martial arts knows that this little boy on the stage is not only extremely talented, but also a master of martial arts.

Everyone looked at him now, and they didn't dare to neglect him anymore.

Even some dignitaries are already secretly inquiring about the little boy's origins and trying to make friends with him if he has no daughter.

Those who have daughters of about the same age wonder if they can recruit such a good young man as their husband's wife.

Many people in the audience have already begun to prepare for the rainy day, but on the stage, the little boy stands proudly, with thousands of graces gathered into one, which has become the biggest highlight of this cultural banquet.

…

The little boy finished his lecture, and amid thunderous applause, he made a perfect curtain call and returned to the backstage.

Yang Ruoqing found that there were suddenly a large number of guests missing from the audience. They must have made friends in the past.

And Sikong Wancai also disappeared.

Is it possible that the dandy brother failed in the fight and lost face, so he wanted to go backstage and do something dirty to Chen'er?

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Anyone who wants to cause trouble for Chen'er should first ask if the Moye Sword at her waist is okay!

Backstage.

When Yang Ruoqing arrived, she found that the excitement here was no less lively than before.

There was an endless stream of guests coming to chat, but looking at the formation of people standing in a circle at the door, it was obvious that Chen'er in the room was not very interested in these so-called literati and dignitaries who came to make friends.

He has personality, is arrogant enough, and does not bend down for the powerful. This is my son!

Yang Ruoqing also stood at the door for a while, watching these people leave in waves.

Just when Yang Ruoqing was about to push the door open to admit her son, a figure rushed up from behind.

"Get out of the way!"

She was pushed away directly, and then she saw a man coming to the door of the house and kneeling there with a thud.

"Brother, it's my fault that I can't see Taishan. I'm here to kowtow to you and admit my mistake!"

After the man knelt at the door, he began to howl like a ghost.

Yang Ruoqing thought she was dazzled because the guy kneeling here was none other than Sikong Wancai, who had previously made things difficult for Chen'er at the cultural banquet.

What's going on?

At this moment, the originally closed door opened, and the little boy came out of the house.

He looked like he was walking in a hurry, as if he was rushing out.

Sikong Wancai rushed forward and hugged the little boy's legs.

"Brother, it was my fault that I made a mistake. Please forgive me this time."

Sikong Wancai howled.

The little boy lowered his eyes and looked at Sikong Wancai with amusement in his eyes.

"Master Sikong, how good are you at singing?" he asked.

Sikong Wancai firmly grabbed a corner of the young man's robe with one hand, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and put his other hand behind his back, pulled out a thorn from the bundle of thorns on his back, and presented it to the young boy.

"I was offended a lot at the cultural banquet before. It was me who was exaggerated, superficial, judged people by their appearance, bullied you for being young, and looked down on others. I came here specifically to apologize..."

"Just spank me, spank me hard. I was wrong. I will never dare to do this again..."

The little boy originally despised a dandy like Sikong Wancai, but at this moment, he felt that this dandy was actually quite interesting.

At least those who know how to be flexible, who can stay humble in front of the strong, and who know how to maneuver and put down their posture are smart people.

"A man has gold at his knees. I don't like talking to people who are kneeling. If you have anything to do, just stand up and say it." The little boy said again.

Sikong Wancai stood up with a bump on his stomach, but he hunched over in front of the young boy and asked, "I haven't asked you, brother, what's your last name?"

The little boy glanced at Sikong Wancai and spit out one word from his beautiful lips: "Qi."

"Brother Qi, you really shined at the cultural banquet today. Your erudition made my younger brother's admiration for you like a torrential river..."

"Let's get to the point." The little boy interrupted Sikong Wancai's words and said in a deep voice.

Sikong Wancai chuckled and said with a flattering smile: "Brother Qi, let me be your little brother. I will serve you tea and water..."

The little boy raised his eyebrows, looked at Sikong Wancai's body again, and then shook his head decisively.

"Want to be my little boy? Please forgive me, you are not qualified."

After the little boy finished speaking, he lifted his legs and walked away in a hurry.

Sikong Wancai hurriedly rushed over and stretched out his arms to try to hug the little boy's legs again. The moment he stretched out his hand, the little boy in front of him seemed to have eyes behind him.

A roundhouse kick directly kicked the time and space boy back into the room behind him.

He stood elegantly, raised his hand to brush his robe gracefully, and coldly said a sentence into the room: "My patience has been exhausted. If you bother me again, I will die!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

In the room, Sikong Wancai crawled to the threshold and stretched out his hand towards the little boy's back: "Brother, don't leave. I really want to be your little brother. I can carry your shoes..."

…

The little boy got off the boat and went ashore.

In Yecheng at the end of February, because it is close to the south and near the water, the climate warms up quickly.

At this time, on the high embankment of the moat on the outskirts of Yecheng, peach blossoms were covered with buds, some were already in full bloom, and the trees were blooming with bones, which was really beautiful.

The weeping willows also sprouted buds, like long emerald curtains, hanging on the water.

Everywhere you look, there is fresh green and spring.

The little boy was taking a leisurely stroll on the embankment. Suddenly, he stopped and turned around and shouted to someone behind him: "Follow me three streets and five alleys. If you are not tired, I am still tired."

, show up!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ruoqing, who was hiding behind a weeping willow tree here, suddenly tensed up and her heart jumped suddenly.

I originally thought I would follow Chen'er for a while to see what she usually does and what she likes.

She thought that her tracking skills were very powerful, but she didn't expect that he would have discovered her a long time ago.
Chapter completed!