I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 258 Dad, my mother is so good-looking, why did she fall in love with you who are so ugly? (two in one)

Class after class of children passed the reviewing stand under the leadership of military flags and instructors.

It may be the first time for children to participate in such a large-scale ceremony, and they are very nervous.All the little faces are tense, closely following the steps in front, and staring at the movements of the partners in front, for fear that one of them will fail to keep up and make a mistake.

In this regard, the school and parents have given a warm response, even if there is a little problem, they will pretend not to see it.

Children are still young, and it is not easy to achieve this step. Encouragement and support are indispensable for children's growth path.

The entire reviewing team was all boys, and none of them were girls.

This is the helplessness of the times.

In this period of patriarchy, except for wealthy families who would hire private schools for their daughters, most of the little girls did not have the opportunity to go to school.

Although the recruitment quota announced by the imperial court accepts both men and women, the parents do not allow their daughters to go to school, and the imperial court has no choice.

Regarding this point, Zhu Zhangui's idea is that when the educational power is loosened in the future, a few schools dedicated to girls will be set up, so that the people of Ming Dynasty can adapt first.

When everyone accepts it and life gets better, let's see if we can let the girls walk out of the house and enter the school.

Ten minutes later, more than a dozen phalanxes walked from one side of the playground to the other, and then the chief instructor of the school came to the stage and delivered a speech on strengthening the country and the people.

"Gentlemen, parents, the wonderful review ceremony is over, and the next step is the graduation performances presented by the students of each class for their seniors."

"Crash..."

A master of ceremonies came to the stage and officially announced the end of the review ceremony. The parents and the school gave these children warm applause.

The little guys who were still wearing military uniforms and sitting on the other side of the playground blushed with excitement when they heard the loud applause and fierce applause.

"Next, please enjoy the first program, the chorus of Class 1, Grade [-] singing Shenzhouhong! Singers: Jiang Xiaoyu, Liu Yu..."

After the applause fell, the master of ceremonies announced the first program with a smile.

Soon, dozens of children in school uniforms lined up on the stage, looking cautiously at the parents below the school teachers and the seniors who were about to graduate.

"My son...that's my son~"

"Hehe, the one standing in the second row is my grandson. Hahaha, he is much better than his father. His father was too shy to look at people before!"

"Okay, don't talk anymore, they are about to start, they are all quiet!"

After a buzzing sound, the stage remained silent.

"jingle bells, jingle bells..."

The music team invited by the school began to play after it became quiet.

The children clasped their hands one by one, their little faces flushed, listening to the drums carefully, waiting to enter the rhythm.

With the sound of a drumbeat, dozens of children puffed up their little faces and sang loudly.

"Shenzhou is red, the sun is rising, and there is a Hongwu Emperor in Shenzhou. He has made contributions to the people..."

As the singing began on the stage, the children who were about to graduate on both sides of the parent viewing platform also sang along carefully and softly below.

Listening to the familiar tune and different words, as well as the serious little faces, Zhu Zhangui showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and hummed along softly.

What a beautiful song, what a brainwashing song.

What started as a class chorus gradually evolved into a school-wide chorus.

The melody was sung very fast for a few minutes, and the performance was over in a blink of an eye.

The parents gave warm applause, and at the same time they were discussing that although the tune was a bit weird, it was also very pleasant, and they all murmured to go back and ask their children to sing it a few more times for themselves.

But the following performance made them feel that this idea was a bit redundant.

The master of ceremonies walked onto the stage again, stood at the sound transmission speakers fixed on the side of the stage, and said loudly.

"The children in class one, grade one, sang very well. Their voices are the purest and cleanest. I look forward to their next performance."

After complimenting on the stage, the master of ceremonies opened the notebook in his hand, ready to announce the next program, but when he looked down, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

After being stunned for a moment, he smiled with a slightly stiff expression on his face.

"Next, please enjoy the Shenzhouhong brought to you by Class 2, Grade [-]. Singer:..."

The descendant's parents were also taken aback for a moment, then applauded happily.

"Great, I didn't hear clearly just now, but this time I have to listen carefully, maybe I can learn it."

"That's right, the tune and the tune are very simple, and you can remember it after listening to it two or three times. When I remember it later, I can go out and show off. Although we don't know the big characters, we have also learned noble tunes man!"

Zhu Zhangui sat in the crowd, looking at the little guys lined up at the lampstand, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Why is this scene so familiar?

Scratching his head slightly, Zhu Zhangui suddenly remembered his previous life, one day he helped neighbor Grandma Wang, went to his grandson's kindergarten, and participated in kindergarten performances.

The sequence of performances that day seemed to be like this.

"Next, please enjoy, the lonely brave who sang as a whole group of young children..."

"Next, please enjoy, the lonely brave man who sang as a whole in Class 2 of the elementary school..."

"Next, please enjoy, the lonely brave man who sang as a whole in Class 3 of the elementary school..."

Then that day, Zhu Zhangui listened to The Lonely Brave dozens of times.

"I hope it's not what I think it is!"

Thinking of that terrifying scene, Zhu Zhangui couldn't help muttering.

It's a pity that things didn't go the way he wanted. Today's song he made up himself must make him tired of listening to it.

Sure enough, when the performance of Class 2, Grade [-] ended, the emcee stepped onto the stage with a somewhat unnatural expression, announcing that Class [-], Grade [-], would still be performing Shenzhouhong.

The parents, who were originally very interested, also stiffened their expressions.

But in order not to disappoint the children, they still gave warm responses and applause.

Then the fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time...

There are 9 classes in the first grade, and all of them sing Shenzhouhong.

Those few parents who said the song was very nice at the beginning are silent now, just clapping their hands blankly, giving warm applause to the singing children.

Fortunately, the children were singing nervously and did not notice the stiff expression of their parents, otherwise their young minds would definitely be hit hard.

"Where's my mother, it's finally over..."

When the students in the last class of the first grade walked off the stage, the parents in the audience wiped off their sweat secretly.

The school teachers didn't respond. They listened to this song every day, and their hearts had already developed resistance, and their ears were already callused. When this song played, they would habitually shut down their hearing, and then wandered into the sky. Think about your own business without being disturbed at all.

When the first-grade children happily walked off the stage, the master of ceremonies strode up and said to the parents with a relaxed expression:
"Thank you to the children in the first grade for their wonderful singing, and then the children in the second grade."

"Next, please give us warm applause to welcome the representatives of Class [-], Grade [-], to bring us a wonderful singing performance, and serve the country faithfully!"

"Oh good~"

As soon as they heard the singing again, the parents who suddenly raised their hearts, heard that it was a new song, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

It doesn't matter if it's Shenzhouhong, they are about to vomit.

Now their minds are filled with the tune of the rising sun of Shenzhou Red.

Soon a dozen older children came onto the stage, lined up in a neat queue, and sang loudly under the musician's performance.

"Ah, ah, ah ah..."

First came the overall high pitch, and finally the children sang loudly with blushing faces following the drum beats of passion.

"War smoke rises, the mountains and rivers look north, the dragon flag rolls up, the horse neighs, and the sword energy is like frost..."

An impassioned, passionate and loyal service to the country spread to the ears of everyone, and everyone's blood was soaring.

Especially those parents who were born in the military have a deeper feeling for this song.

When the children sang about how many brothers and feet were buried in foreign lands, many people thought of the comrades-in-arms and brothers who died in the alien battlefield, and their eyes could not help but turn red.

Those parents who had no experience in the army, inspired by the tune, also remembered the dark history of the Central Plains occupied by the Bei Yuan, and couldn't help but feel emotional, and sang along with the tune in a low voice.

"I would like to defend the land and restore the frontiers, and the dignified Ming Dynasty will let the Quartet come to congratulate~!"

After the song was sung, there was silence at the scene.

Parents with military experience are still recalling their war career.

Parents who have no experience in this area are thinking about the spectacular scenes of countries coming to Korea when Zheng He came back a few years ago.

There was no response from below, which made the children who sang enthusiastically feel somewhat disappointed and sad.

They were wondering if they could not sing well, otherwise, why didn't the parents below applaud?
"Clap clap clap..."

Zhu Zhangui, who was the first to come out of the song, saw that the children on the stage were a little disappointed, so he quickly got up and gave warm applause.

Other parents also reacted one after another, stood up and cheered loudly.

After receiving such a strong response, the children, who were a little disappointed in their hearts, suddenly became excited again. Under the leadership of the team leader, they bowed their hands to the audience to thank them.

Received the biggest applause since the beginning of the ceremony, the children raised their chests up one by one, like little roosters who had won a fight outside, and walked off the stage with their heads held high.

"Hahaha…"

Seeing the proud faces of the children, there was a burst of good-natured laughter from the parent viewing area.

"Parents, how are these children singing?"

"Okay, that sounds great!"

The master of ceremonies walked onto the stage with a smile, and had a simple interaction with the parents in the audience.

The reason why he was so happy was because the next show was finally not a singing show, but a large-scale performance show.

When he came up, the children hadn't finished dressing, and he needed to buy them some time.

After a few simple interactions, and then received a gesture from the gentleman below the stage, the master of ceremonies looked at the audience and pretended to be excited.

"The next ones will be some students from Class [-] and Class [-] of the second grade. They have jointly prepared a large-scale program. It is said that for this program, they have prepared for a month and vowed to show their best condition and perfect cooperation. For those seniors who are about to graduate."

"Okay, let's not gossip, I will invite the children of Class 8000 and Class [-] of the second grade to bring you a large-scale performance. [-] cavalry will defeat the enemy."

The master of ceremonies shouted, turned and walked off the stage, at the same time 9 little boys rode bamboo horses under their crotches, brandished wooden knives and swords, and rushed to the stage from beside him shouting.

The leader is a handsome little boy in a small armor, holding a wooden sword in his hand, and lighting up a beautiful portrait on the stage.

At the same time, he read aloud in his mouth.

"Going out of the camp was ordered by the emperor, and rushed thousands of miles to destroy the enemy's camp. Eight thousand sons followed their hearts, and vowed not to return until they destroyed the enemy's army!"

"it is good!"

A simple opening, ushered in loud applause from the crowd.

The parents in the audience have probably figured out that the 8000 iron cavalry broke through the enemy camp. The performance should be the story of the emperor's grandson leading 8000 Daming Erlang to break the Mahamu herdsman's camp, or attack the Mahamu military camp.

After the first child finished his opening speech, the eight children standing behind him stepped forward to measure them one by one.

The first little guy with a thick head and a thick brain said loudly with the big wooden knife in his hand.

"One thousand for me!"

What does it mean that everyone in the audience didn't react?
Then the first little boy stepped forward, "I am a thousand too!"

The people in the audience seemed to understand a little bit.

Then, as they expected, the third little guy stepped forward and twisted his waist.

"I'm still a thousand!"

"Hahaha…"

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter from the audience, and now they understood that these eight little guys are 8000 cavalry.

Sure enough, as they guessed, after the introduction of the eight little guys, a unified one appeared.

"We are 8000 cavalry!"

"Hahaha…"

A burst of laughter suddenly sounded again, and the parents who had a low laugh point even laughed out loud, applauding loudly.

The parents of eight children were both happy and embarrassed.

The happy thing is that my son is not stage fright, but the embarrassing thing is that this brat is really thick-skinned.

After the appearance of the eight little guys, the leading handsome little boy waved the weapon in his hand.

"It's foggy in the early morning, before the enemy is in close combat, eight thousand sons, come forward bravely!"

The eight little boys took a step forward with their bamboo horses in their arms, their little faces tensed and they said loudly.

"Backed with eternal hatred, eager to drink the blood of the enemy, even if there is no king's life, we will go forward bravely!"

"it is good!"

There was a lot of applause below, and Zhu Zhangui also gave warm applause.

Although this small program is still a little immature in the eyes of adults, the lines are also a little out of tune.But for the children, it is already not easy, and this kind of performance can let them take on the role, so that they have a deeper sense of honor and belonging to the Ming Dynasty in their hearts.

"Boys, follow me and vow to break the enemy's camp today!"

After reading a few simple words, Baqian cavalry, led by the handsome little boy, left the field from the other side and began to go through the motions.

Everyone understood that the next step was the enemy's appearance.

"Dang bang bang bang bang..."

With the sound of a small gong, a dozen little guys holding small tile flags, wearing tile costumes, and led by a little chubby, walked to the stage with the audience on their backs.

Everyone understands that this is the Wala people.

Looking at the little Wala who came out, Zhu Zhangui looked at the little chubby guy who was the leader, no matter how he looked, he looked familiar.

It seems to be very similar to my own little boy.

"Wow ya ya ya ya..."

There was the sound of a little opera challenge, and more than a dozen little guys turned around in unison.

Zhu Zhangui took a look, good guy, the leader is indeed his own son.

Looking at the excited little guy in tile clothes, Zhu Zhangui suddenly felt a little itchy, and his expression was a little stiff.

Zhu Zhangui's veteran, who has been paying attention, saw Zhu Zhangui's face change from happy to unnatural, and his heart chugs.

He looked at the little chubby guy who looked somewhat similar to His Highness on the stage, and seemed to understand something.

Good guy, it's exciting to watch now.

His Royal Highness, the son of the emperor's grandson, actually played the role of a Wala.

I have been with veteran Zhu Zhangui, but I know very well that my grandson is very disgusted with grassland people.

Now the son of His Royal Highness the grandson has actually played the role of a Wala. Are the people in the school brain twitching? Isn't this purely wanting to be punished?
"Your Highness, this is just an opera performance, don't think too much!"

Seeing His Royal Highness performing excitedly on the stage, the veteran felt that he should intercede with this little chubby prick.

Otherwise, with His Highness's dark face, this little Highness will definitely be beaten up when he goes back.

Zhu Zhangui nodded with an unnatural expression.

Of course he knew that this was just a performance, but he felt a little awkward looking at his son's appearance.

This reminded him unconsciously of Tang Prince Li Chengqian.

The prince likes role-playing, often playing Turkic tricks, and then overdoing it.

I hope this kid doesn't get into it too deeply, otherwise I can only beat you sober.

Staring at the little guy performing excitedly, Zhu Zhangui muttered softly.

"I am the son of Mahamu, Tuoguan. I have nothing to do tonight. I can't sleep. I went out for a walk..."

Little Fatty didn't see his father's expression, he held a wooden mace in his hand, and spoke his lines excitedly.

"Hahaha…"

Little Fatty's naive appearance, coupled with this nonsensical lines, made the parents laugh out loud.

The previous Ming army libretto was very heroic, but when it came to the Wala people, the libretto was just like street tricks.

After finishing his lines, Xiao Pangdun led a dozen or so friends behind him, following the musician's performance, dancing funny dances while walking.

That chubby little body, accompanied by rhythmic drumbeats, and the little buttocks kept twisting and turning.

Coupled with the funny expressions on the faces of these little guys, the audience who watched were amused to laugh out loud.

Even the gentlemen who maintained the majesty of the teachers in the viewing platform couldn't help laughing, and almost laughed out several times.

Song Jijiu shook his head even more, and couldn't help feeling happy about his childhood.

"Xianglulu..."

While the little ones were jumping happily, there was a sudden neighing of war horses from behind the stage, followed by killing cries from behind the stage.

The little fat man, who was bouncing around in a circle with a dozen or so friends, suddenly sat down on the ground as if he had been frightened all of a sudden.

At this moment, a new little Wala came onto the stage, and said to the little fat man in a panic:
"Your Highness, our camp was attacked by surprise, and many Ming troops came..."

This half-singing, half-talking line, with a little panic, once again caused a burst of laughter from below the stage.

After hearing the report, the little fat pier got up from the ground in a jerk, circling back and forth nervously, while still remembering to sing the lyrics.

"I'm flustered when the enemy is coming, where is my dear father, my bones are trembling and my legs are weak, I want to go to the latrine right now!"

"Hahaha…"

There was another burst of laughter.

They could see that this performance used the cowardice and weakness of the Oirats to set off the glorious image of the Ming army.

The villain's libretto is all funny and vulgar, the kind that seems brainless and uneducated.The Ming army is an image of all kinds of tall, daring to sacrifice for the country and the people.

And this little chubby performed very well, that kind of cowardly and scared, but unable to flinch, made everyone laugh.

"When the enemy came, I wanted to run away. My wife and children stumbled over my waist, and I wanted to leave alone to run for my life, but my heart was tormented!"

Little Fatty struggled for a long time, wiped his face, and lamented the libretto.

"That's it, that's it..."

Little Pang Dun shook his head and sighed, picked up the mace, and sang loudly.

"The shouts of killing in the camp are so high that I can't bear to escape alone, so I will lay down my life today and feed a hundred catties of flesh and blood to Artemisia annua!"

"Children!"

"Have…"

"Kill the enemy..."

"Boom boom boom boom..."

A burst of gongs and drums sounded, and nine children who played the role of the Ming army came up from the bottom of the stage on wooden horses.

The handsome little guy at the front waved the weapon in his hand and pointed at the little fat pier.

"Who is the enemy general? I am the grandson of Emperor Ming. My subordinates will not kill unknown people!"

Zhu Zhangui was speechless.

Good guy, this is going to be a fight.

"Hearing the name of the enemy, I am delighted. Cutting down this person can destroy the enemy. With the spikes in my hands, I will ride a horse and kill the enemy to protect my wife!"

Little Fatty didn't say his name, but instead laughed, sang a verse, and rushed up with the little bamboo horse under his crotch.

The two sides fought together in an instant.

And it's not just playing around with gestures, it's going straight up for real.

These little fellows are not elementary school students spoiled by grandparents and mothers in later generations.

These little guys have all learned the art of fighting on the battlefield. Although this is just a stage performance, fighting is all about real kung fu.

The collision of wooden knives and wooden swords made the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong, coupled with the childish shouts and shouts of the little guy, completely deduced the appearance of a small battlefield.

Of course, even though it was a real fight, these little guys also understood that it was a show, so they put in a little effort when they struck.

And the little guys who played the role of Wala even fought with each other for a while, and then showed their flaws and let the opponent kill them.

After all, the Ming army is upright in this drama, and uprightness wants to live to the end. As for the villains, it doesn't matter.

"Ah ah ah..."

There were constant screams on the stage, and the little guys who played the role of the Wara soldiers were constantly chopped down to the ground by the little guys who played the Ming army.

In the end, only the handsome little guy and Zhu Zhangui's little chubby guy were left on the stage.

The two sides were having a great time fighting back and forth, and the collision of mace and wooden knives made the sound of ping-pong-pong.

Although Zhu Qirui was fed by his grandparents into a chubby little guy, this little guy is very flexible.

Totally a flexible little fat guy.

Jumping, rolling, and even backflips and front flips are easier than those skinny kids.

"it is good!"

Although Xiaopang Dun played the villain, his flexible movements and fierce moves won loud applause from the audience off the stage.

The audience was excited to watch, but the handsome little guy who played Zhu Zhangui was a little anxious.

That's not right, didn't you say that you will fall if you hit a few tricks casually, why are you still playing, I will soon be unable to bear it.

The handsome little guy was sweating coldly on his forehead, and when the two passed by each other, he quickly reminded him.

"Brother Rui, you can die!"

The little chubby, who was playing happily, reacted immediately when he heard the reminder from the handsome little guy.

I was having fun just now, and I forgot that I was a villain, so I was going to die quickly.

By the way, how should I die?

The little chubby Zhu Qirui forgot for a while, the way of death that Mr. explained.

But it doesn't matter.

How to die is not dead.

The two yelled again and rushed towards each other. When the mace and the wooden knife intersected, Xiao Pangdun pretended to be unsteady in his hand, and the mace flew out all at once.

The handsome little guy understood instantly, and with a slash of the knife in his hand, it wiped the little chubby's neck.

"Boom boom boom... boom!"

The drumbeat of the fierce battle slammed violently, and the stage froze instantly.

Little Fatty clutched his neck unwillingly and desperately, and looked down the stage. The handsome little guy was holding a knife in his hand, and made a handsome movement of slashing.

Everyone stared at the stage, waiting for the next ending.

"thump!"

As the villain, Zhu Qirui naturally knows how to set off the strength of integrity.

He staggered a few steps while clutching his neck, his small eyes widened, and fell heavily on a little guy who played the role of a corpse.

"Oh, smashed me to death!"

Little Fatty's heavy weight is not something ordinary people can bear.

Because of fighting for too long, Zhu Qirui forgot where he deserved to die, and took a few steps back a little too much, and directly hit his partner.

"Hahaha…"

The sudden accident made the people watching very happy, clapping their hands and laughing, and kept shouting hello.

They all knew in their hearts that this should be an accident, but it didn't matter, and they were very happy to watch.

The handsome little guy, who was still posing and about to say his closing words, twitched his mouth fiercely.

Well, this can't be played.

Obviously he is decent, why are the eyes of the audience attracted by the villain.

Do you want to say your own closing words?

Looking at the audience below, they kept their eyes on Xiao Pangdun, who was rubbing his belly for Xiao Bing.

The handsome little guy sighed inwardly, and quickly said the closing words, ending this unexpected performance.

Although there were many accidents in this performance, it brought a lot of joy to everyone in the audience.

Everyone applauded and applauded, giving these little guys the greatest support and encouragement.

Whether the little ones will be told by Mr., the audience in the audience didn't care. With this good program, everyone is looking forward to the next performance.

It's a pity that the little guys below didn't bring the better show they imagined, but started the big cycle again.

"Next, please enjoy the chorus brought by the third class of the second grade, serving the country faithfully!"

"Next, please enjoy the chorus brought by class one of the third grade, serve the country faithfully!"

"Next, please enjoy the chorus brought by Class [-] of the third grade, Shenzhouhong!"

The parents looked stiff and clapped mechanically.

In today's performance, apart from the initial review, they seemed to have watched three shows.

One is Shenzhouhong, the other is serving the country loyally, and the only thing that brings them happiness and eyes is the eight thousand cavalry breaking the enemy camp.

The performance gradually came to an end, and finally the graduation ceremony ended when all the teachers and students stood up and sang Ming Dynasty.

"The military flag with Ming characters is fluttering in the wind, and the singing of victory is so loud..."

"Your Highness, I will not bother you anymore, I will take my leave first!"

After the ceremony, the school gave the students three days off.

Parents walked to each class and began to lead their children back.

The veteran received the child first, and seeing that Zhu Zhangui was still waiting in Class [-], Grade [-], he came over and whispered hello.

Zhu Zhangui nodded with a smile, looked at the little guy who was following the veteran, reached out and took out a handful of candy from his arms, and gave it to the little guy.

"This…"

The veteran was a little flattered, and subconsciously wanted to salute and thank him.

Zhu Zhangui grabbed the opponent, patted his shoulder and smiled.

"Okay, go back, see you later."

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

The veteran glanced around, thanked him, then kicked Tangle's missing son, who was holding Tangle, and asked him to salute before leaving with the little guy.

Zhu Qirui's class is the last one after school.

There is no way, whoever caused them to have such a big accident just now, the husband must say a few words, and the main object of criticism is Zhu Qirui who caused the accident.

But this little chubby guy is also thick-skinned, no matter what the husband says, he pretends not to hear it, and from time to time he winks at his good friends in the audience when the husband is not paying attention.

In this way, Zhu Zhangui, who was watching outside the door, felt itchy for a while.

After the teacher finished his lesson and assigned homework for three days, the children had a good time and ran out of the classroom.

"Father! How was my performance just now!"

Zhu Zhangui took his son's hand and walked back to the palace on the busy street.

Zhu Qirui, holding a bunch of candied haws in his hand, was gnawing on them while waiting for his father's evaluation of his performance.

Looking down at the little guy whose mouth was full of sugar, Zhu Zhangui took out a square towel and wiped his mouth.

"Good acting, but don't act next time!"

Zhu Qirui was a little puzzled, since he acted very well, why did he ask himself not to act next time?

"Father, isn't my acting very good, why can't I act next time!"

Zhu Zhangui took his son's hand and walked forward while thinking about today's performance.

"Because I feel itchy when I see you in that outfit!"

Zhu Qirui was even more puzzled.

"Father, why are you itching!"

Zhu Zhangui looked down at the little fat pier.

"I want to beat you because of you!"

Zhu Qirui stared.

"Why did you beat me up!"

Zhu Zhangui: "Before asking why, I want to ask you, why don't you play me?"

Zhu Qirui didn't expect to reply.

"Because I don't fit your tall and heroic image, sir thinks it's more suitable for me to play the Wala!"

"At that time, I felt that what Mr. said was wrong. I am obviously your son, why doesn't it match your image!"

Zhu Zhangui froze for a moment, a little uncertain.

"Maybe your husband thinks that I should be very handsome and handsome, so he found someone with a better image."

Zhu Qirui frowned.

"But you don't look good either!"

The corner of Zhu Zhangui's mouth twitched.

He really wanted to tell his little boy that with status, status and money, even if you look uglier than a pig, countless people will praise you as a peerless handsome guy.

Money and status will infinitely increase a person's appearance.

For example, is a certain Cong really handsome?
Obviously not, and it's very common.

If the blessing without identity is placed in the crowd, it is easy to be ignored by others, or even pass by, and you may not remember the existence of this person after a while.

But with money and status, he becomes a peerless handsome guy, the kind that countless beauties can't forget after just one glance.

As for these beauties, whether they can't forget their looks or their money is unknown.

"Little brat, your father and I are handsome not because of appearance, but because of inside!"

"Oh!"

Zhu Qirui nodded half understanding, then glanced at Zhu Zhangui, and muttered in a low voice.

"What's the use of connotation, the face is still not good-looking, I really don't know how my mother is so beautiful, how did she fall in love with you."

Zhu Zhangui: "..."

ps: I am too lazy to divide chapters into 2 in 1.

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