Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The man smiled. "The little boy looks so clever, and he must have something to do later."

In the heart of Yin Daren, this kind of praise is very useful, and the smile on the face is repeated. "The old man will naturally try his best to cultivate him, so that he can work for the emperor."

Shen Mubai suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"This little doll is very good-looking." Several adults chilled a few words, and when they talked about the younger son of Yin Daren, they repeatedly praised.

"It’s a year older than my son. If you have a relationship in the future, it’s not bad.” After all, Yin Daren was heavily influenced by the emperor this year.

At the foot of the pace, Xiao Wang looked down on their gaze, and when the eyes touched the little white face of Xiaogongzi, he stopped a few eyes.

"Little prince." The guards rushed in. "Wang Ye is a little urgent, let the subordinate call you past."

Xiao Wangye took his eyes back and nodded.

This is just an episode.

As time went by, Shen Mubai also opened a little more, and the people in the palace were all younger and better, and the birth was very pleasing.

When she was three years old, Mrs. Yin let Liu’s six-year-old daughter be on the sidelines.

Shen Mubai has been forced by her to start learning words.

Just listening to sleepiness and dizziness.

Yin Daren’s original enthusiasm was like being poured by cold water, and some were cold.

He naturally feels that his family is the most intelligent, but this day goes by, not to mention the chess and calligraphy, even the dancers are not interested in the gun.

The little man will only nest in the arms of his mother, and will sleep.

Yin Da’s popularity is awkward.

Especially when the little son does not know a few words, he is even blowing his beard.

He strode into the room and saw his four-year-old son still sipping the milk that the nurse had squeezed out.

A robbed of the other's milk jug, sternly, "I know that eating, drinking, sleeping, and sleeping in the day, you look at your brothers, they will make their own poems, I will teach you the poems of yesterday."

After he had been stunned for a while, he said a few words on and off.

Then I looked at the milk jug in the hands of my relatives.

"Master." Mrs. Yin sighed. "The child is still young, maybe it will be big."

Yin Daren shook his head. "When I am as big as he is, I have to write poetry and endorsement every day. Madame, you are too much loved." He couldn’t help but say, "Men’s husband, you are not learning to useless. From today, I will teach you how to become a good man who will stand up to the sky and send the nurse to the government tomorrow."

Mrs. Yin’s look was slightly stiff, and then she calmly smiled and looked at her eyes. She smiled and said, “That’s what the master is, let’s talk, listen to you.”

Shen Mubai stared at the milk jug in the hands of Yin Daren.

There are some embarrassments in my heart.

It’s not too small, it’s time to stop breastfeeding.

When the milkmaid walked away, she was very sad. Shen Mubai also ate her feelings and kissed her face.

The milkmaid rubbed her tears. "The son, I originally wanted to give you another drink. Now it seems that there is no fate."

Shen Mubai is also very sad.

"I am still just a baby, how can they do this to me."

The system is indifferent. "A four-year-old will say that he will laugh and make a baby who will pinch the mud into a shit."

Shen Mubai's old face is red, very embarrassing.

She is no longer a child.

Nanny, treasure.

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