Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Since he was seventeen years old, he has followed the pavilion master, accompanied him all over the world, fought on the battlefield, and narrowly escaped death.

In the past ten years, he has never heard the pavilion master speak so highly of a woman.

What's more, this woman is still a little girl who has not yet grown up.

"It's a pity, it would be great if she wasn't a child of the Duke of Zhen's mansion."

There were deafening cheers from both sides of the river, the women's competition was over, and Mingshui College won the first place, as everyone expected.

The corners of the young man's lips were slightly curved, he glanced at the bustling scene, turned around, and left the room.

Luo Zhan didn't dare to respond recklessly, held his breath, raised his heels, followed him down the stairs, and left the restaurant.

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The dragon boat race was over. Su Hu and Li Xiu'e enjoyed their daughter's wonderful performance. They were satisfied and happy for a while. They decided to celebrate and took their three children to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

After the young man and Luo Zhan left, Su Hu's family came to the restaurant, sat down in a suitable seat in the lobby on the first floor, and greeted Xiao Er to serve the food.

Su Hu was happy, and ordered a few special dishes of the restaurant, and also ordered a jar of good wine.

Li Xiu'e hadn't recovered from the excitement of the dragon boat race, and kept repeating the wonderful moment just now with her husband and three children.

Su Zixuan and Su Qingluo followed her wishes and deliberately praised her sister, almost turning her into a flower.

Li Xiu'e was delighted to hear that, her head was hot, she agreed to the three children, and took them out to the temple fair at night, and got unanimous cheers including Wang Meng.

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The whole family savored the delicacies of the top luxurious restaurants with gusto, had lunch contentedly, and went home along the street along the river.

The three children woke up early in the morning and felt sleepy after lunch. After returning home, they went back to their respective rooms and took a nice nap.

It was rare to be leisurely and free from the pressure of schoolwork. Su Zixuan also relaxed his nerves. Like his sister, he slept all afternoon and woke up in the evening when the sun set.

Wang Meng woke up early, took a nap for a while, got up and went to the backyard to help Wang Po cut firewood and carry water.

After chopping firewood, I exercised my muscles and bones, and my whole body was unobstructed.

Seeing that the little master was still awake, he didn't bother her. He picked a dead branch from the pile of firewood, thinking about the moves that the little master used to practice swords on weekdays, and began to make gestures one by one.

"Crack."

With great strength, he held the dead branch in his hand, and it broke after a while.

Glancing at the palm of his hand in frustration, he threw away the broken branch, and took a wooden stick with a thick bowl from the pile of firewood, waving it with one hand and playing in the yard.

"Hey, this kid is really strong."

Wang Po came out of the kitchen with the dish pot, poured the washing water into the flower bed, glanced at the boy playing with the wooden stick, smiled and said a few words of emotion, and went back to the kitchen to continue making dinner for the family.

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Su Qingluo didn't wake up until Youshi, stretched her waist comfortably, lifted her legs out of the bed, carried the washbasin by herself, went to the well to get some cool well water to wash up, tidied up, walked around with her short legs, smiling came to the backyard.

"Sister, you're awake."

Seeing the petite figure, Wang Meng's eyes lit up, he threw the wooden stick in his hand into the pile of firewood, rubbed his hands and came forward, complaining softly.

"The county town is so stuffy, you can't bring double hammers, and there is no suitable place to practice martial arts."

Su Qingluo pursed her lips and smiled coquettishly: "Just take advantage of these few days to practice a few more characters. Can you write the snail character I taught you?"

"Hey, don't, I'd better play with a wooden stick."

As soon as he heard that he was going to learn characters, Wang Meng instantly withered, one head and two big, and he was no longer in the mood to complain.

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