"Ma'am, the boy said, it's double happiness." Seeing that she didn't pay attention to her joy, Mrs. Wu hurriedly reminded her.
"Ah, Double Happiness, what else is there?" Mrs. Ping also realized that she had lost her composure, so she quickly asked seriously.
"Mrs. Hui, what a coincidence, Mr. De of our mansion has also been admitted!"
"Who are you talking about?" Mrs. Ping's smile froze, and she and Mrs. Wu looked at each other, seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.
"Mrs. Hui, it's Master Ninth Young Master De."
Mrs. Ping stood up abruptly. "Murong Xiude! De'er."
Aware of Mrs. Ping's gaffe, the kid who came to report also changed slightly.
When it came to Mrs. Wu, seeing that the situation was not right, she quickly held a piece of broken silver in her hand and gave it to the boy who announced the good news.
"Okay, let's go down, our wife is just too happy."
"Yes, such a happy event, no wonder Madam lost her composure."
The kid got the reward, so he hurriedly turned and left.
Mrs. Ping stared wide-eyed, closed her eyes, and opened them fiercely, looking at Mrs. Wu in disbelief.
"Mother Wu, you are the person I brought from my mother's house. What do you think of this person, Murong Xiude?"
Both Mrs. Wu and Mrs. Qiao are people who think about her wholeheartedly. Hearing this, his face turned cold, "Ma'am, don't worry about it, this Murong Xiude must have concealed his ability. But what I am most puzzled about now is why he is studying in the backyard Recognize characters, and be able to write a basic essay. After all, the beginner assessment of Linglu College also needs some simple essays to assess. Unfortunately, he is in the backyard only recently. He Deping was with him together… "
Mrs. Ping sneered and twisted her veil, "There's no need to make peace, we were deceived by others. But now I understand what he said a little bit."
Wu Pozi was curious, and thought of Murong Xiude who came to find Mrs. Ping, and the two talked for a while in the room. Afterwards, Madam asked the maid to be withdrawn, and there was another waiter. Only one old and one young were left as companions.
"At the beginning, although that kid was very cowardly, he told me with a blushing face that he could give up that position in the future and focus on helping and supporting my Yu'er. At that time, I only thought of him as a dreamer. But now it seems that this kid really has such abilities. At such a young age, he was able to hide his true talents, and at this critical moment, he became a blockbuster. If I am right again, it will be disadvantageous, and the world, as long as It would give me a reputation of being jealous. So calculating, so calculating."
Wu Pozi was also shocked when she heard this. She lamented that a small child can count people's hearts and the way ahead to such an extent. This is just a child who is only a few years old.
"So Ma'am, we don't have to target him too much now. But attention is necessary. If he wants to grow up smoothly, it depends on what those people in the mansion think, doesn't it?"
Mrs. Ping received Mrs. Wu's cold eyes and smiled approvingly.
"That's right, you're more thoughtful, Mammy. It's true that he can grow up if he wants to. How many children die halfway through."
Why would she worry about such a child whose father doesn't care and whose mother is not around. As long as he uses some small tricks, no matter how smart he is, in the end, he still falls into her hands. Thinking of this, Mrs. Ping laughed again.
"Well, mother, you should treat him as you should. Today, De'er was admitted, and it is a great happy event for our long room. Let the people in the kitchen prepare a few more dishes. In the evening, De'er and I Er, Qiu Yu and Yuan Er eat together."
"Young master..."
In the backyard, Qingguo yelled loudly as soon as she entered the yard.
"What's the noise?"
"Admitted, admitted, Linglu College, really admitted."
Murong Xiude smiled lightly, "Yes."
Qing Guo'er looked at this young master who was calm and breezy, and was a little overwhelmed. He took a few steps forward in confusion, "My lord, aren't you very happy?"
"Happy." Murong Xiude raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and continued to read the book. Qing Guoer, who was looking straight ahead with that unmoving and calm look, shook her head.
"Oh, sometimes, I really wonder if you are a child who is only a few years old. If an ordinary person hears news like yours, I am afraid that I will be overjoyed. You are very good and don't care much. …”
Murong Xiude smiled slightly, raised his head, and stared at him with dazzling eyes, "It's in my imagination, what's there to be excited about?"
This time, Qing Guoer was really choked. That's right, his young master used to have such a confident person. Knowing this news now, what can be unexpected.
"Also, if my guess is right, Madam let me go to her yard for dinner tonight?"
The little boy put down the book and began to write again.
"This... it is indeed!"
"Well, go down and prepare some of the grass dragonflies I mentioned, and I'll bring them to Brother Yu as a present later."
"This... yes." Qing Guo was stunned, only feeling that he really couldn't see through this young master's mind.
Not far away, Xiao Qi, who was recuperating on a bed not far away, rolled her eyes when she heard this.
"Hey, my lord, will Madam ask you later how you learned literature?"
"I must ask, you rest and recuperate, we will go to the academy together in three days."
Xiaoqi was excited all of a sudden.
"My lord, you mean that I can get out of bed and go to the academy to meet Sister Wan'er. Hee hee, this is really great."
Murong Xiude gave him a squinting look, "If you want to go, you have to take good care of your body."
"I will, I will, ahem..."
The little guy stopped talking about being interrogated.
Murong Xiude didn't say anything anymore.
In fact, he had already thought about coping. When he decided to be admitted to Linglu College, he was destined to give an explanation about how he learned to read and write...
It was night, after Murong Xiude finished his meal in Mrs. Ping's room, Mrs. Wu was also silent for a long time.
Until, Mrs. Ping sighed softly.
"This son, the future will not die, it will bloom its youth every day."
"Yes, ma'am, this son... don't let it go."
Wu Pozi's eyes became even colder.
Mrs. Ping's complexion was ashen.
"For so long, he has been hiding from us, and he has a good fortune. It's a pity that he showed his glory too early. If he had been staying in the backyard, he might be able to live longer. In this way, I'm afraid it will survive."
When I thought about asking the child how he learned something, the child actually replied that it was an old man with a white beard, who kept going back and forth to teach him.
She can believe such nonsense!
Since she couldn't obtain honesty, and she was just showing up, why would she bother to leave a big hidden danger for her son...
The killing intent suddenly appeared in Mrs. Ping's eyes. She nodded slightly at Mrs. Wu who was standing beside her, and made a pinching motion...