Huayu Chunqiu, starting from being adopted by a fairy mother

Chapter 3 Is He Also a Fake Eunuch?
Why did she seek revenge?
The so-called closed-mouth style actually means that people think they talk too much.

When she showed off to her grandmother, she was exposed without any hesitation.

The little girl became angry and chased Liu Jing to fight him, but she stopped after being scolded by her father.

But she remembered this grudge.

"You? Haha..." Liu Jing was very disdainful.

The little girl was stunned, and turned around to complain, "Mom, he seems to look down on me. I'm in kindergarten, but he doesn't even go to school."

"Remove the 'like'." Aunt Liu smiled. With the addition of a child, the home became more lively.

"You blockhead, how dare you look down on me? I ranked fifth in the class in the last exam." The little girl rummaged through the boxes to find her test paper.

“I don’t care about anyone other than the second place.” Liu Jing was even more disdainful. He thought, what is there to be proud of when he got fifth place?

"Wait..." The little girl was angry and ran to another room to find the test paper with the first place.

Teacher An found it interesting that the girl was much more lively than before, which was a good thing.

But the child is very arrogant, like a little adult, which is not good.

No matter what experiences they have had in the past, children should have their own innocence and liveliness.

There was a big book on the table. He took it down and handed it to Liu Jing. "Reading should start with history, so you can't avoid this "Records of the Grand Historian". "Records of the Grand Historian" is also known as "The Book of Taishigong". It was written by Sima Qian, a historian of the Western Han Dynasty. It is the first general history in the form of chronicles in the history of our Chinese nation. King Wen was imprisoned and wrote "The Book of Changes". Confucius was in distress and wrote "The Spring and Autumn Annals". Qu Yuan was exiled and wrote "Li Sao". Zuo Qiuming was blind and wrote "Guoyu". Sun Tzu was crippled and wrote "The Art of War". Bu Wei moved to Shu and the "Lü Lan" was passed down through the ages. Han Fei was imprisoned in Qin and wrote "On Difficulties" and "On Grievances". The three hundred poems in "The Book of Songs" are mostly the works of saints and wise men out of anger."

Liu Jing raised his eyebrows. There was actually an acquaintance's name. The book written by Lü Buwei was actually handed down. I must read it if I have the chance.

Teacher An had no idea what was going on in this guy's mind, and he sighed, "The Records of the Grand Historian was written by Sima Qian after he was castrated. He..."

"Is he also a fake eunuch?" Liu Jing asked.

Teacher An was choked. A three-year-old child actually knew what castration and eunuchs were.

I was talking to a child about what to do.

"Ahem, let's not talk about this. China has a history of about five thousand years..." Teacher An quickly changed the subject.

Liu Jing interrupted again, "What do you mean five thousand years? How many years has the Qin Dynasty been since now?"

Teacher An is very knowledgeable. "In 221 BC, the First Emperor destroyed Qi, wiped out the six kingdoms, and unified the world. This year is 1991 AD, more than years ago."

"More than 2,000 years." Liu Jing murmured. It wasn't that long ago. Wheat had only been harvested more than 2,000 times. But when the second-generation ancestor was first enlightened, the teacher said that it had a history of 5,000 years. How come it is still 5,000 years now?
Teacher An spread out the book. "Didn't you say you could understand it? This is the Annals of the Five Emperors. Please read it and see."

Where did Liu Jing learn to read? It was not in the welfare home, but through the memory of the second-generation rich.

But what was all this densely packed page of words? The characters were as numerous as ants, and he could not recognize many of them, and even less could they match his memory.

He watched it with gritted teeth, and through guessing and guessing, he still recognized some of them.

A few minutes later, he suddenly felt a little sleepy. The words jumped out of the paper and his eyelids began to twitch.

He secretly said, "Oh no! How come I also have this bad habit of being dazzled by books?"
Why do second-generation rich people who come from a family with a rich history of learning read so little? Because reading makes me sleepy.

Lu Buwei was also helpless. Since he was not good at literature, he decided to practice martial arts.

The characters became smaller, the bamboo slips were replaced by white paper, the content on one page became longer, and he became more dizzy with books even faster.

"Um... Uncle An, can I learn to read first?" Liu Jing closed the big book, feeling quite embarrassed. He just said that he knew quite a few words.

"I'll do it, I'll do it..." Xixi just came out with a dirty face.

She has always been the one being taught, taught by teachers at school and by Teacher An at home.

Now that I finally have the opportunity to teach others, I can let go of that little grudge and even forget about the full score test paper that I had worked so hard to get.

Teacher An silently handed over the textbook, and Aunt Liu prepared to make a pot of good tea and waited to watch the show.

"a, o, e..."

The tea smoke is curling and the aroma is floating in the air.

Are you kidding me? You're teaching me pinyin? Have you ever seen Liu Jing in the welfare home? But these letters seem to be fighting.

"Mom, Mu Tou fell asleep, but I never sleep in class." The little girl was very proud.

"Let him sleep. He has just arrived in a new environment and needs some time to adapt." Teacher An picked up the child and walked towards the bedroom.

"Dad, this is my room." The little girl stretched out her hands and blocked the door.

"The room hasn't been cleaned up yet, let him sleep with you first." Aunt Liu said. "But..."

"I'll ask him to teach you martial arts."

"it is good."

The little girl agreed readily. Aunt Liu was very upset. Why weren't you so happy when I taught you to dance?

A girl who thinks about practicing martial arts every day, will she be able to get married in the future?

Liu Jing slept very soundly that night, it was the most sweet sleep he had ever had.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

The sound of pots and pans woke Liu Jing from his deep sleep.

He didn't get up in a bad mood. When he opened his eyes, he saw a girl sleeping in a worrying posture next to him.

Although he was as intelligent as an adult, his body was still that of a three-year-old, so he didn't think much about it.

Liu Jing quietly got out of bed and went to the kitchen.

"Oh! Mu Tou, why are you awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer? The meal is not ready yet." Aunt Liu was cooking in an apron.

"You will be my guardian from now on, and I would like to ask you to do something." Liu Jing looked serious.

"What's the matter?" Aunt Liu put down the spatula. The little guy's expression showed that he was talking seriously.

Liu Jing looked around and picked up a feather duster. "If I feel sleepy while reading, you can use this to hit me."

"Why?" asked Aunt Liu.

"I feel like I'm reading dizzy. I can't fall asleep. I have to continue reading." Liu Jing waved the feather duster and hit his calf, grinning instantly.

Aunt Liu was shocked. Is this something a three-year-old child could say? But when she thought of the strange scene that day, when a dragon pattern appeared on the child's forehead, she didn't take it seriously.

If I had only seen it that day, it would have been an illusion, but my daughter also saw it, so that was the truth.

Children can't lie, they can only talk nonsense.

"Why do you want to study?" Teacher An put down the newspaper and adjusted his glasses.

Liu Jing pursed his lips, and suddenly thought of what the teacher at the welfare home said, "Studying can change your destiny."

"Okay! Sister Li promises you, but you have to go wash up first, and then call Xixi to get up and eat." Aunt Liu nodded. He was indeed not an ordinary child.

Liu Jing put the feather duster back in place. Teacher An shook his head and said, "I can't believe it. He was born in 88. He is one year younger than Xixi and much more sensible than your daughter."

"Children who grow up in an orphanage without parents will naturally become sensible early." Aunt Liu didn't care.

"Oh!" Teacher An sighed. If there was any way, who would abandon their own flesh and blood?

"Send Liu Jing to kindergarten first." Aunt Liu ordered.

"The New Year is coming soon. Why don't we wait until next year?" Teacher An asked in a negotiating tone.

"We are all busier than each other at the end of the year. Who will look after him at home? Are you counting on your parents?" Aunt Liu asked back.

"Okay! I will do it tomorrow." Teacher An nodded.

"Just go to the same kindergarten as Xixi, and we'll pick her up and drop her off together." Aunt Liu continued.

"Okay." Teacher An turned a page of the newspaper and asked casually, "How is the rehearsal of your dance going?"

Aunt Liu looked alert, "Why are you suddenly concerned about this?"

"You will be the mother of two children in the future, so why not quit..."

"No way, don't even think about it!"

"Why are you so stubborn? I'm doing this just for..."

"If you keep saying that, I'll take them both back to my parents' home. You won't have to pick up the kids anymore, and we can all have some peace and quiet."

"you……"

(End of this chapter)