C135 Five years later

'Little He only exposed his sharp horn, there was already a dragonfly on his head '. Accompanied by such a mental state, the cicada's chirping, which had disappeared for a long time, was similarly not able to bear the loneliness and added a heavy stroke to the thick ink of summer's arrival.

At the pavilion in the backyard of Situ Family.

"Young master, don't sleep anymore, come over and take a look at Lan Er's painting." The one who spoke was a delicate and pretty girl who looked to be about seven or eight years old. However, she gave off a feeling of tender affection.

"Ugh ?" I've told you a few times, don't disturb me when I sleep, you just won't listen! " A boy lazily stretched on a recliner, the warm sunlight shining down on him made this boy who was only about five years old and was abnormally handsome, look like the boy next door, giving people a feeling of 'sunshine', 'warmth', and 'gentleness'.

"Madam has said many times that you need to fix your bad habit of staying up all night while the cats sleep in the sun all day long. "Humph!" However, the little girl knew that her words were soft, 'pulling the tiger skin, pulling the flag' was definitely not the first time she used it like that, after all, 'it's good under the big tree, it's good while it's cool'!

"Come on, mother isn't here. Maybe she's in her mind right now, and her mind is in a fantasy!" The little boy said as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Young master!" The little girl's expression suddenly turned weird. Her pair of intelligent eyes kept winking at him.

The boy didn't seem to mind at all as he continued, "My mother is great at everything, just that she has this kind of personality. She is the best in the world. At this point, he's probably thinking of how to 'torture' my poor old man. "

"Young master!" The little girl's tone was a little bit heavier, but her tone was even lower.

He thought it was because he had just woken up. After shrugging his shoulders to ease it, he continued to say, "You said that my mother's relatives are beautiful like flowers, but why do they have the same personality as my grandfather? Furthermore, their methods are endless."

"Young Master, Madam!" She couldn't stand the sight of the boy in front of her. She was speechless and wanted to smash her fingers into the wall. This young master was usually frightening, so how could he be so immoral at such a crucial moment?

"Aiyo, aiyo, my lady mother, please show mercy. My ears, they're off ?" But before the little boy could react, he heard the little boy's screams of pain.

"Hey, what tricks do I have up my sleeve?" Why am I the same as your grandfather? Today, I'm in a good mood. Please explain in detail to me! " A charming and beautiful woman appeared beside the boy. However, her actions and words could not be compared with those of a noble family's wife.

"Mother, you made a slip of the tongue, you made an absolute slip of the tongue. This can even explain things. Look, saying that you have so many methods is actually just a compliment. This shows that you have a good family background and are managing the entire family in an orderly manner." The boy's face quickly changed into a fawning expression.

"Then I'm the same as your grandfather. How do you explain that?" The woman was still unrelenting as she asked. She could see the anger on her face.

"This... Think about it, who is Grandfather, he is a worldly expert who exposes his dominance, and can be called a 'hero of the world'. Saying that you are like Grandfather and is also praising you shows that Master mother is also a 'wonder of the world', how can your son say that your mother is wrong. " The little boy's eyes rolled around as his thoughts flew. He racked his brains to think of any excuse he could come up with. However, his lazy smile made him feel that the credibility of his words was extremely low no matter how one looked at them.

"Really?" The woman raised her voice several times to question the boy in front of her.

"Of course, that's absolutely true! "Oh right, there must be something important for mother to have suddenly arrived here. I wonder what it is about?" The little boy immediately changed the subject. If he didn't change the subject, then his ears might not be able to hear anymore.

"Aiyo, I almost forgot. I'm here to inform you. I've been packing up for the past few days. We're going to the capital now." The woman seemed to have thought of something important and hurriedly said. Now that he was talking about proper business, he seemed to have forgotten what happened just now.

"Oh? Why are you suddenly going to the capital? " The little boy asked doubtfully.

"It's like this. This year, there's going to be a grand meeting that will be held in the imperial capital. All the great clans are returning to attend." I heard that there will also be Empire's talent selection competition, with competitions at all stages. If you can get a place in the top three, you will be promoted and groomed by the Empire. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. When that time comes, both your brothers will be participating. Oh right, Little San, do you want to participate as well? " The woman explained patiently. However, the hopeful look on her face was enough to show that she was looking forward to her son's participation.

"No, I'm not interested!" The little boy refused with disgust. Of course, the little boy thought disdainfully, "What a joke, it would be better to sleep at ease if I had the time." Whoever goes will be the fool! "

"Be good and go take a look!" The emphasis is on participation! Isn't that right? " The woman tried to persuade him, but the way the big bad wolf tricked the big white rabbit made the little boy think about how happy he was to meet Hui Tai Lang.

"Then still not going! Not even if I'm beaten to death!" In my opinion, the name Li Lu is like the clouds on the horizon, and it won't cause a single ripple in my state of mind. " The boy rejected the offer righteously. He felt lonely and proud of himself when he said words like 'seek fame'.

"Alright, since you've already made up your mind, mother will respect your opinion as well." After the woman heard the boy's words, she did not try to persuade him otherwise. Instead, she came to a stop and fully displayed the charm of a wife and mother who understood their child.

"Thank you, mother!" The boy did not bother to bow and thank his mother.

"Then let's talk about what happened just now. Your grandfather is still talking to your father in the main hall. How about you invite him over to listen to your excuses?" As soon as the woman changed her expression, her gentle face turned into one filled with fear and anger.

"Mother, after some consideration from my son, I feel that I should participate in such a grand gathering. Even if I don't get a rank, it would be better to treat it as an experiential learning and experience!" The little boy was immediately dumbfounded. After staring blankly for another three seconds, he spoke to his mother in a righteous tone.

"As expected of mother's good son, so obedient." When the woman heard the boy's words, her anger disappeared once more, as if she had always been smiling.

He could definitely apply for the 'Hong Long's Face Changing Technique' program. Even though it was a huge shady scene, he guessed that the target would be this beautiful woman with all her statuses.

"Oh right, mother, what are the competition events? I want to register for 'Psalm and Painting', what do you think? " The boy suddenly asked excitedly. Since he couldn't change the outcome of the tournament, he could only change the whole process.

"No problem!" The woman's smile became even wider, but that hand ?

"Aiyo, mother, my ears! Let go of me now! Let go of me now! What you say counts! What you say counts, right?" The boy compromised once again. He knew that the process would also change like the clouds.

"That's more like it!" The woman clapped her hands in satisfaction and turned around to leave, but before leaving, she reminded the boy to hurry up and pack.

The little girl was speechless when she saw this. This kind of scene would happen a few times in a few days. At first, she was scared witless, but after watching it for a while, she became numb.

Sometimes, she would think, [Young Master knows he has to compromise in the end, so why does he have to go through such a process?] How nice it would be to lower your head early.

Thus, the little boy's next schedule was set. He had no choice but to let it go.

That woman was none other than Murong Fenghuang herself. Five years of time flew by quickly, but it did not take away her beauty in the slightest. Instead, it added on to her mature charm, making her even more enchanting.

However, Murong Fenghuang's character had become a little strange, and of course, this was in the eyes of others. In Gongsun Ztian's eyes, these were all normal phenomena.

Because his mother was often influenced by him, her every word and action seemed to have a sense of transcendence. In the eyes of the people on this continent, all of this seemed to be shocking. And the one who bore the brunt of the headache the most, was Gongsun Zaitian's father, Situ Qingtian.

As for the little girl, she was Situ Lan Er, Gongsun Ze Tian's personal maid, and was also his playmate for five years.

In these five years, the little girl had not been idle. From the moment she had begun to understand things, she had accepted the nurturing from Gongsun Ze Tian. As for the content of the nurturing, it was all the more strange. In Gongsun Zai Tian's words, "A child must be seized from the ground."

The little girl had been taught by Gongsun Zaitian ever since she had learned to read sentences. As for the little girl, she was also very clever. She didn't even make Gongsun Zaitian waste any time, and was already able to familiarize himself with all kinds of books.

For example, in the morning, he would arrange for the little girl to practice martial arts with him. This little girl had very good bones, and was definitely a martial arts prodigy, but her mental strength was slightly average, and was obviously much better than an ordinary person's. Therefore, Gongsun Ze Tian mainly trained her martial arts techniques.

Of course, in order to cultivate the little girl better, he wouldn't bury her talent. Gongsun Ztian worked hard to find a pretty good sword immortal cultivation technique from his memories ? Phoenix Dance of the Nine Heavens. The little girl was also very serious in her studies. Although she did not know what she had learned, but from her point of view, her young master was always right. She only needed to obey orders.

However, the cultivation of Immortal Cultivation Techniques focused on cultivation of the mind, so Gongsun Ze Tian wholeheartedly focused on cultivating the girl's state of mind. This gave rise to morning practice of the zither, afternoon practice of the painting, evening chess training plan.

The little girl had originally thought that if she was to learn all of the courses, she would have to find a teacher for her, and she was just a servant girl. Although she was different from the other servants, she knew that was impossible, because the cost of hiring a teacher was very high.

However, after class had started, the little girl was stunned. The one who had taught her all this was none other than her young master. Furthermore, the young master was proficient in everything.

Although the little girl was young and weak, she had been influenced by Gongsun Zaitian in the past few years. She could be considered to have read a lot of poetry, and her knowledge could not be compared to ordinary servants and maidservants.

Moreover, any one of the 'music, chess, calligraphy, and painting' that Young Master taught was sufficient for the people of the world to spend their entire lives on it. However, the young master was younger than him by three years, how could he possibly be proficient in everything? Furthermore, the little girl also found a problem. It seemed that there really wasn't anything that could be his.

What surprised the little girl the most was that no matter if it was the words that the Young Master had casually said, or the calligraphy and paintings that he had written, or the melodies that he had played while playing, they were all classics in the world. At the very least, among all the books that she had read or music that she had heard, they were all rarely seen.

Yet, such a person was only five years old. Perhaps even the current geniuses could only be considered trash in front of him.

"What kind of person are you?" Sometimes, the little girl really wanted to ask her young master.