MTL - Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife-v3 Chapter 23 : Getting around

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Into the Vientiane Library, non-inside personnel, need to hold a library card.

The examination of the library card is not particularly strict, but it is not lax. In addition to the most basic information, a small image is left. The mortgage is a pair of silver coins. When the money is returned, the money is returned, and each time the book is borrowed. No more than three books, the time can not exceed one month. After the overdue period, the corresponding bank money will be deducted from the mortgage. When the book is returned, the money will be replenished, or the silver coins will be deducted one after another, or If it is overdue for three times, it will become a member of the blacklist of the Vientiane Library. Of course, if the book is damaged, it will also require certain compensation. It will be blacklisted many times in a row, and for those who have no money, you can go one another. Set of procedures, that is to help the library to copy books.

Moreover, the library building is also open to women. Of course, the place where people enter and exit is definitely not a door. The person in charge is also a woman. After all, this woman must be kept secret, and other information cannot easily let outside men know. And they also allow one or two "丫鬟" to enter, this is true, or a friend, what is their own business.

It is definitely simple for Jing Hao to get a library card. However, she certainly cannot bring two people in now. However, this special group is everywhere.

Entering from the special gate, the "Little Prince" began to look at the various settings and patterns inside. He was never a narrow person, and naturally he could see the many benefits and some deficiencies. Some words are not like a five-year-old child can say, but Jing Hao seems to be undoubtedly confused, just like a mother who completely spoiled his son, his own child, what to say and do is reasonable.

"Little Prince" smiled softly, on the little face, looking at the extra innocence.

The library building is bigger than the "Little Prince", and the collection of books is very rich. It is obvious that it takes a lot of thought on this.

Jing Hao naturally read the opinion book, and checked the borrowing situation of various kinds of books. The more basic, the smaller the borrowing volume is. For the sake of this, Jing Hao actually knows that he can enter the library. There are basics. For beginners, the characters don’t know a few. What is the use of borrowing books? Therefore, it is necessary to have a teacher to recognize the characters. This is a very necessary school. After all, this is The square characters are the same everywhere. You need to learn one by one. You just watch, never know, what it reads, what it means.

However, for literacy, Jing Hao feels that there is a necessary tool, that is, a dictionary.

Of course, this thing is not without, and the books that have been published are not a few, but they are not comprehensive, and there is no complete definition. The related books cannot be explained by one word, but are divided into two parts with different emphasis. : The meaning of the heavy word is generally called "word book". The word "heavy character" is generally called "rhyme book". Therefore, the books produced by the sound class are solved, but these books have shortcomings. Can't use it.

When Jing Hao used to learn the words, he actually thought about this problem. He even sorted it out. Of course, it was just a small fight. However, she knew very well that this thing was definitely not available at the time. Such a concept can not be mentioned, even later went to Beijing, and never mentioned to her grandfather, a complete dictionary, the profound significance brought by it is not what Luo Jia can bear a few years ago, but now it is just right, and this Nothing will be opposed by anyone.

"Mother, what are you thinking about?" "Little Prince" gently pulled the sleeves of Jingjing.

For his son, Jing Hao did not hide at all, as if he was not afraid that he did not understand, and he told him in an orderly manner.

According to her, how to compile this dictionary has basically taken shape.

The "Little Prince" certainly knows what such a book comes out, and what it means is that it will be passed on through the ages. "Mother, you are really amazing." "Little Prince" is really so. He used to think that his father is very powerful, but sometimes he thinks that his father is actually lazy, obviously can do one hundred and two even More, he did at most sixty, but only in this way, the years when the father was in power also created the flourishing age of Qiyuan. Now with such a powerful mother and daughter, the Qiyuan will definitely be stronger.

Jing Hao chuckles, "Not a mother, the mother is just standing on the shoulders of the giants, wisdom, that belongs to the world. It can be done by others."

"But they didn't do it, Mother did it."

Jing Hao smiled, not okay, "Mother can do it, it is because there is your father, you know, if it is not your father's support, or I change an identity, there are things, that is absolutely impossible."

"The father is enlightened and his eyes are good." For his father, the "Little Prince" never denied.

Jing Hao took the top of his son, this kid...

After coming out of the Vientiane Library, Jing Hao took his son to Zhuangzi. The things in the city are just novelty to the "Little Prince". After seeing it, it will not continue to remain curious. Excitability, Zhuangzi, it is really a big play.

The built racecourse is still in use. Every Monday, it is still hot and hot, and the heat is not going on.

Although the horse farm today did not open, but as the owner of the racecourse, Jing Hao wants to open, naturally a word of things.

The big horse farm has naturally raised a lot of good horses. It is not a problem to choose a little pony for the "Little Prince". However, the original is only five years old, but it is only for the horse riding. However, Jing Hao But did not let people take him, set him alone, let him ride.

"Little Prince" looked at his mother seems to be particularly trusting his mother, a slight bias, and then revealed a big smile.

The Royal Palace also has a special racecourse, but how can it be run here?

Jing Hao is not tied to him, just to make him well-prepared, "Little Prince" can not play hard.

After the horse race, Jing Hao took the "little prince" into the forest to hunt, but spring is the season of breeding animals. This hunting definitely needs certain selectivity. Of course, Jing Hao they are just having fun, it doesn't matter if they can reach the prey. However, the "Little Prince" originally thought that after the mother, it should be a model of wisdom, but did not want to use it. The use of handcuffs was also quite powerful. The eyes were different. However, thinking of the other side is completely different, and the mother has done a lot of things, even It’s not surprising that I’ve been on the battlefield.

The last prey is not much, enough for all of them to have a meal.

On the night, Jing Hao also took the "Little Prince" barbecue, not too comfortable.

Stayed on Zhuangzi for another two days, climbed the tree up the mountain, fished in the water, and the fresh seasonal fruits also ate a lot.

From the beginning to the end, Jing Hao was reserved and fully involved. The "Little Prince" was not happy, and the smile on his face was never cut off.

After coming out of Zhuangzi, the "Little Prince" was also interested in the proposal to die at the White Dragon Temple.

Jing Hao's gaze, Bailong Temple, is actually not within her plan, but since her son wants to go, she just won't object. "it is good."

“Mother, when I heard that ‘I’ was born, the master of Dust was in the palace. When he was born, he prayed for ‘I’, isn’t it?”

"Well, that's right. So, your father is actually a bit of a heart, it hurts you." Jing Hao smiled.

"Little Prince" knows that Master Dust was not in the palace at that time, not for "he", certainly worried about the mother, but this kind of thing, he would not mind, and would not poke the good lies of the mother. How was he born, the father told him, but he did not know about the birth of the body now. He did not know what he had intentionally inquired, but he did not get any useful news. However, he still doubted that he was afraid. Not very smooth, no matter where it is, the date of birth is the same, there will always be some bad associations, from the father's attitude towards the original, one or two.

"I don't know if the master of the dust is not there. If you are there, just thank him for thanking him." The old monk was very old. When the father was dead, he was still alive. However, in the end, he was a child, and he was enthroned. A year later, it has already passed away.

"Little Prince" will worry about what is being seen? Not afraid, on the contrary, he actually hopes that the other party can see something, and some things must always be faced.

In fact, luck is better, the dust master did not travel far, or, from the birth of the little prince, he met Li Hongyuan's last side, left the palace, returned to Bailong Temple, and never left Bailong Temple again. Jing Hao and the "Little Prince" to see, he naturally will not refuse, this has nothing to do with identity.

The dust master still looks like that, very kind. He seems to be a little surprised at seeing the Queen and the Prince.

"Little Prince" sat on the futon next to Jingjing, quietly, listening to Jing Hao and talking to the dust master, watching the dust master, his eyes clear.

Jing Hao and the dust master did not say anything, it sounded just some gossip, but occasionally sideways, looked at his son, a look of worry.

When he left, the master of the dust said a Buddha. "The maiden is in the world, the sentient beings are sentimental, the Fuze is extended, and it is very good."

"Thank you for the master." Jing Hao smiled.

Jing Hao’s current numerology, the dust master is to see the score, is the blessing of the world.

"The son of the goddess, sheltered by the goddess, is also rich in Fuze, the goddess can relax."

Jing Hao’s heart moved, “Thank you for the Master.”

The "Little Prince" looked at the dust master and looked innocent. "Master means, is there still a younger brother and sister?"

Master Dust reached out and touched the head of the "Little Prince". "Children are the fate. This parent is also the fate. The past life regrets this life, the fate of this life, or the future."

"Little Prince" nodded. "Although I don't understand it, but the master said it should be justified." However, is it really not understood?

Jing Hao took the "Little Prince" to say goodbye, but he still stayed at Bailong Temple for one night. In the courtyard of the former Prince Jin, all the peach blossoms that had been buried were given up, since Jing Wei After the marriage, Li Hongyuan did not come here to pick peach blossoms. In the past few years, almost no movements have been made. The number is quite impressive. The lowest year has been eight or nine years, and the taste is quite good.

The man ordered the wine to be sent back to the capital one step at a time. However, he left the Bailong Temple in Jingjing. Just after he went to the mountain, the Bailong Temple sounded a bell. It was the bell of the deaf and sorrowful in the temple. He heard a long sound. The bell, "Little Prince" is full of shock, "Mother..." How is it possible that the dust master does not have more than ten years of life? "After the mother, is someone else, not a dust master, right? Mother..."

Jing Hao bowed his head and gently touched his son's head. "Tian Lin, the master himself knows that he has no regrets."

"Little Prince" opened his mouth and finally did not say anything. After waiting for a while, "Mother, then do we need to go back?"

"No, the master may not want us to send him. Don't worry, things will be quickly returned to the capital, and your father will send someone."

"I know, I listen to my mother." Fang Cai, he was shocked only because of the death of the dust master so many years in advance, but the old monk, but the old monk, but more than one hundred years old, is still unknown, a dozen Years, for him, maybe it’s really nothing.

"Where does Tianlin still want to go? You know, you can't be too far from the capital."

"After the mother, let's go to the Lushan Palace, go and see, the emperor-grandfather--the "small prince" seems to smile, but these last three words seem to have a different taste. "The grandfather was cultivated in the Lushan Palace because of his physical discomfort. He was not easy to disturb, but his son has not seen it since he was born. Now he has the opportunity to visit and see." Let him be jealous, be another father. The man who gave it to him and was imprisoned by the father was like a sly.

The Emperor of the Emperor, the Emperor of the Emperor, is still alive, and it is indeed somewhat unexpected. But he is this person, living is actually no different from death. Don’t say anything else, go to the capital to ask, how many people can remember him? Of course, I still remember that Jing Hao did not shorten the cost of the Lushan Palace every year. I just don’t know how much it can be used in the Taishang Emperor.

Jing Hao bowed his head and looked at his son's innocent and innocent eyes. It seemed that he really wanted to see his unfinished grandfather, his son, and some places, really like his father. "Okay, it depends on you."

The people around them thought they were going back to Beijing. Now they have changed their way. They can’t help but can only return the letter again.

Although the Lushan Palace has not been repaired, it is a palace in the end. It is a palace that is inhabited by Emperor Shanghuang. It still looks very magnificent.

I heard that the Prince was driving - Jing Hao did not come forward, everyone was rushing to welcome.

The "Little Prince" ignored them, went to the guards in the dark with the darkness, and went straight to the goal.

Jing Hao thought about it, not knowing what his son would be like his grandfather, but he didn’t want to scream.