Reborn Just To Be a Big Shot Family Freeloader

Of course, in addition to the good impression, the most important thing is that both Gong Yuhao and the two little girls made him see the value.

They have to grow up, not die prematurely. Such talent at such a young age is truly a rare talent, and for the empire, it is also rare.

I only hope that when these children grow up, they can really become the backbone of protecting the empire.

These brothers and sisters are all extraordinary, and the eldest son who went to the capital with his father must not be bad either.

The Yan family is probably the blessing accumulated by their ancestors over many generations, so they can be blessed with such a few children.

To be honest, Xin Bujiang was very envious of Yan Fengchi, who had not yet met.

What kind of father must he be to raise such children.

How could he know about this? Actually, it has nothing to do with Yan's father. People know this from birth. That is, His Majesty the First Emperor Yan, he himself is in such a situation.

After breakfast, it was time for Xin's uncle and nephew to say goodbye. Xin Ruoxia didn't show up yet. Xin Ruoxia was a little bit reluctant to part with her. Last night, she had a good talk with the Yan family brothers and sisters. He has been incompatible with his brothers since he was a genius, and it is rare to meet a few friends who are also geniuses and have no conflicts of interest and can be at ease with each other. For the first time in his life, he was born with a feeling of sympathy.

Although he is a little younger than him, isn't this a few brothers and sisters of the Yan family, with unusual minds?

Xin Bujiang glanced at the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the main room of Yan's house, and made a request with a cheeky face: "Mr.'s calligraphy and paintings are everyone's style. I don't know if I can give you a calligraphy treasure."

If Gongyu was just an ordinary woman, he certainly wouldn't be rash and rashly ask for a woman's pen and ink.

But Gongyu's calligraphy and painting can be called everyone, not to mention women, even if it is a great scholar in the world of literature, it may not be much better than this calligraphy and painting.

To put it bluntly, no one will look at such calligraphy and Danqing from a secular perspective. With such talent, they have long jumped out of the scope of secular standards.

If this level is taken out, the world must be called Mr. Gongyu.

I used to call myself a lady-kun before, but of course a lady-kun was more respectful than a title like a lady. That was an acknowledgement of the status of a woman.

But Gongyu Mingxi did not expect that,

This Prince Yu actually called himself Mr.

The word "Mr." is really not something that everyone can afford.

Gongyu Mingxi will naturally not refuse when people ask for ink treasures generously.

This face still has to be given. After all, he pointed out that after the family entered the capital, this one could happily send the house and a thousand taels of gold.

Gongyu Mingxi responded with a smile.

Lingyu over there wisely went to bring out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. She thought that it was fortunate that the second brother and the third sister had made money before, and bought the first-class pen, ink, paper and inkstone for her mother and her. If there is no good pen, ink, paper and inkstone, it will not reflect the level of everyone in the mother's generation, and the mother's calligraphy and painting will be blinded.

It has always been Lingyu's patent to serve Mei Niang's pen and ink.

After grinding the ink, he thought that although Xin Bujiang was a prince, what he might be more concerned about was his status as a cultivator.

Gongyu Mingxi took a pen, and a piece of pen and ink was swayed.

At this time, Gongyu Mingxi is confident and calm, with a dignified bearing, such as bright stars, people can't stare at him.

Where is this still the young woman who was smiling and smiling before?

One faction of everyone's bearing, people can not help but convinced.

"The sky meets the clouds and waves and even Xiaowu, and the galaxy wants to turn a thousand sails to dance. It seems that the soul of a dream has returned to the emperor. Hearing the words of the sky, he attentive asked me where I went.

I reported that the road is long and the sun is setting, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry. Ninety thousand miles of Feng Peng is lifting. The wind stopped, and the boat blew to take the fairy mountain. "

Because there is no legend of the three mountains of Penglai, Abbot and Yingzhou in Daxia, Gongyu Mingxi changed the three mountains into Xianshan.

Xin Bujiang sighed softly.

Gongyu Mingxi said with a smile, "This is an idle work after a dream in the past, which made His Highness laugh."

Prince Yu sternly said: "Sir, what you said is wrong, this word has a fantastic scene, an ethereal artistic conception, but it is vast and magnificent. After reading it, the bearing is unrestrained and magnificent, and the artistic conception is magnificent and magnificent. This kind of masterpiece is rare in the world! Not to mention Mr. His calligraphy is elegant and free from madness, and he can be called a generation of people. Today, I can get Mr. Calligraphy, which is really a blessing to not give up this trip!"

"I really don't dare to be praised by His Highness." Gongyu Mingxi said humbly, and mentioned the word "Yian" in the signature.

When the ink is dry, the Lingyu is carefully rolled up, packed in a thin wooden barrel specially designed to store calligraphy and painting, and presented to Xin Bujiang.

Xin Bujue cherished the income and luggage, looked at Lingyu and smiled and asked: "I think the son of the husband and the three daughters and four daughters are all extraordinary talents. "

Gongyu Mingxi smiled and said: "My children are all very smart, each with their own advantages and disadvantages, but the little girl is the most like me. She loves poetry, and she is very talented in poetry and writing. In the future, she may be able to emerge from the blue. However. In the end, I am still young and what the future will be like, I have to teach it slowly."

Xin Bujiang knew it, the youngest daughter is not to be seen as delicate and weak, but the talent is really worth mentioning.

Gongyu's can boast that in the future, he is afraid that he will become a genius, then this child is another genius.

Bad, why did the geniuses come to her house?

Why can't you get one in your own home?

Xin Bujiang glanced at Xin Ruoxia with disgust, this kid looked pretty good before, but he was more dead than others, and he had to throw things away.

Let's see again today, that's what happened.

It is afraid of comparison in everything.

Disappointed, sad, uncomfortable!

But this king still doesn't want to cry!

Xin Ruoxia was baffled by his uncle Wang's disgusting glance, what's the matter? Since your injury, how dedicated I have been to serving you? Even your own son will not be more considerate than me!

Of course, Uncle Wang doesn't have a son yet, and he has a daughter who is only three years old, and he can't wait for you.

I didn't say tired, you are not satisfied.

I will not serve you on business trips in the future.

Xin Ruoxia expressed disappointment at his uncle Wang's inconsiderate attitude.

The boat of the uncle and nephew's affection is overturned.

Xin Bujia didn't bother to pay attention to his nephew's slander, and felt very regretful. Why didn't he have a son? If there is a son of the right age, no matter who the little girls in the Yan family marry, it will be a treasure.

Xin Bujiang glanced at his nephew again with disgust, he was too old to be suitable!

Why wasn't this kid born a few years late? Why give birth early?

However, although she is older, it is impossible to be with the younger, but she is seven or eight years older than Lingsu girl, right? Isn't it too different? Is it possible to work hard? Can it be rescued?

But what is this kid doing all night?

What are you talking about with that kid, Gong Yuhao? Can we talk about flowers? The two big boys, chatting all night, and chatting in full swing, are all idle?

The uncle and nephew took the dry food and snacks sponsored by the Yan family and left.

When he went out, Xin Bujiang snorted coldly, walked in front of him with his sleeves thrown, and was too lazy to talk to his nephew.