Traveling through time as a peasant girl, buying a husband and raising a child

Chapter 271 The young prince is mighty!

The night is dark and the stars are twinkling.

Lingyunxuanli

Mu Jiaojiao and Jiang Mingxiao were playing the game of throwing pots, and the mother and daughter were having a great time.

"Xiao Bao, as long as you throw all ten sticks into the pot, you can rest for a day tomorrow, and I won't have to carry the complete collection of medicinal herbs tomorrow."

Mu Jiaojiao looked at Jiang Mingxiao, who was twisting his little butt and throwing excitedly, with a shrewd look in her charming eyes. She coaxed him with a voice and set up rewards for the child.

Actually, Mu Jiaojiao was just in a good mood when she asked Jiang Mingxiao to recite the complete list of medicinal materials. She wanted to play a trick on the child. Later, she found out that Jiang Mingxiao had an amazing memory. He could remember the general idea of ​​many things after Yunyu read them to him twice.

In her spare time, Mu Jiaojiao took him to the medicinal herb garden in front of Tingfeng Tower to catch insects and weed. She also told him the appearance, properties, and uses of some herbs, which the boy could remember very quickly.

So Mu Jiaojiao started to think about it. She had medical skills and she could teach them to the kid right away!

Moreover, the 'Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate' in her hand can both save lives and kill people, and she also wants to pass it on to Jiang Mingxiao, so in the past two days she has forced the child to play various games to practice throwing accuracy.

Jiang Mingxiao is a really good kid in my memory, on par with Jiang Mingzhao. He is indeed worthy of being born from the same parents. However, this kid is like a black-hearted dumpling, round and slippery.

He doesn't like reading at all, nor does he like Yunyu reading to him, except for the stories told by Mu Jiaojiao.

So recently, his mother had to keep an eye on him every day and force him to memorize the details of ten kinds of herbs before he could go to his "children's playground" to play. If he was in a good mood, he could finish memorizing them in half an hour, but if he was in a bad mood, it would take him an hour and a half.

In the past two days, Jiang Mingxiao didn't want to memorize his lessons at all. He had to memorize for more than an hour every day, and the stool was almost wearing out his pants. When he heard Mu Jiaojiao's words, stars appeared in his eyes.

If I can avoid memorizing the lessons tomorrow, I can finish squatting in horse stance for 25 minutes in front of my own Master Wen. It's been a crazy and happy day. Just thinking about it makes me feel wonderful!

"Wow! Mother is a man of her words!"

As for Wen Xingchu, he was originally responsible for protecting Mu Jiaojiao's safety. However, Mu Jiaojiao basically did not go out these days. He felt like he was just eating for free in the palace, so he captured the two children and taught them martial arts.

"Of course, your mother never lies to older children!"

Mu Jiaojiao coaxed him into reciting the poem, saying that he was three years old and was already a big boy. A big boy who could recite ten kinds of medicinal herbs was the most amazing thing. In this regard, Jiang Mingxiao was coaxed into reciting the poem willingly, happily and enthusiastically.

Sure enough, the little guy rolled up his sleeves, revealing his white fleshy arms, and began to play the game of tossing pots with great interest.

"Wow!"

"Medium! In the middle!"

After all, the little guy had been practicing for two days, and he made the first shot straight in.

"Little Prince Xiao is so amazing!"

Chang Le and Huaizhu praised loudly from the side, and their tails were so high in praise of Jiang Mingxiao that they were about to fly to the sky.

Mu Jiaojiao was also watching his smug look from the side and thought that this chubby little radish was really cute.

Jiang Jin and his son Jiang Mingzhao, who were playing chess not far away, were both attracted by the excitement here for a moment.

When they saw Jiang Mingxiao's arrogant back and his butt twisting in all kinds of ways, the father and son shook their heads at the same time, as if they were in sync.

"hey-hey!"

"Mother, look at Xiao'er throwing another one."

Jiang Mingxiao won the first battle and was ready to make another effort. He picked up another wooden stick and it happened that he hit the target again with a "pop".

“Hahaha… I got it!”

"The young prince is mighty!"

This made Mu Jiaojiao look at this kid with a new respect. Since ancient times, children who can't sit still to study have more developed motor nerves.

Jiang Mingxiao instantly became like a victorious little rooster. He raised his little head higher, twisted his fat waist in a pretentious manner, and picked up another wooden stick. This time when he threw it, his arm lost some strength and it went off target!

“Ah… I missed!”

Huaizhu raised his hands, ready to cheer and praise Jiang Mingxiao like before, but he suddenly saw the wooden stick flying to another place and couldn't help but say two words.

"Ahem...but the young prince is already very impressive."

After saying that, he didn't forget to make amends, which really added insult to Jiang Mingxiao's instantly depressed mood.

"Oh! What a pity!"

But Mu Jiaojiao looked at Jiang Mingxiao's drooping face and added with regret, but in fact, she could hardly hold back the tears at the corners of her mouth!

"Hey!"

Jiang Mingxiao looked at his mother, but did not cry like other children. Instead, he sighed properly, then leaned closer to take a closer look at the mouth of the pot. His eyes rolled, and then he went out with his hands behind his back, quietly looking for Wen Xingchu.

Since he couldn't avoid memorizing the lesson tomorrow, he asked his master to teach him secretly. One day, he would have to throw in these ten sticks!

Mu Jiaojiao and the others watched his little movements silently, and only laughed out loud when the child's back disappeared in the room.

"Hahaha……"

"The little prince is so cute!" Huaizhu sighed.

Jiang Mingzhao looked at his silly brother, and then at his mother's happy smile, and could only sigh in his heart: Mother looks so beautiful when she smiles!

"Zhao'er, you lose!"

Just at this moment, Jiang Jin looked at Jiang Mingzhao who was sitting upright opposite him and made a ruthless judgment.

Jiang Mingzhao looked at the chessboard with a serious expression on his little face. He was analyzing the movement of the black and white pieces. Since he started learning chess, he had never won a single game against his father.

But he was not discouraged at all. He just studied his father's layout carefully after each loss and thought about how to better deal with it.

Jiang Jin watched Jiang Mingzhao staring at the chessboard without disturbing him, but a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. His eldest son's chess skills improved rapidly. From the beginning when he didn't know how to move and was trapped by his own moves, he could now exchange a few moves with him.

Then Jiang Jin waved his hand and asked the maids to leave. He stood up, walked to the soft couch where Mu Jiaojiao was lying, sat down, reached out and touched the tip of Mu Jiaojiao's nose, and said something in a neither light nor heavy tone.

"Genuine Leather!"

Although this statement was incoherent, Mu Jiaojiao knew that it was obviously referring to her bullying of a three-year-old baby.

"Where are you being naughty? Xiaozi and I are willing to accept the loss of the bet!"

But Mu Jiaojiao didn't reflect on it at all. Instead of feeling ashamed, she felt proud of it.

"With his tiny arms and legs, he must have lost strength halfway through the shot, and he still says he's not a pushover!"

When Jiang Jin heard Mu Jiaojiao's words, his eyes were full of smiles. Looking at her self-righteous look, he exposed her without mercy.