Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

"Uncles Qiuli and Zimo also teach me martial arts every day, but~" Fu Bao touched his round belly and was very distressed: "Did I eat too much?"

He poked her little breasts and said: "Fu Bao is still young. He will grow taller after eating more. Children are cute when they are fat and white like this. What's the good of being as thin as a fire stick?"

Brother Jue likes Fu Bao and Qiu Li. They are strong and strong and cannot be bullied by anyone. "

Qiuli's face turned red after being praised, except for her father and mother. Even her sister Chuntao dislikes her, saying she is short, strong and dark.

This is the first time I have been praised like this: It seems that the prince is like what the young lady usually said. He is really good-tempered and has good taste in people.

"Qiuli and Miss must work harder to make Miss like a slave."

Jiao Zhongjue frowned and thought: You have misunderstood me.

But he thought about it again: no matter how hard Fubao practices, he will still look good, but he won't look like Qiuli.

Qiuli didn't know that she was disliked, but she was still happy.

When Yun Niang brought the wontons in, she saw that Brother Jue had eaten most of them and fed the rest into Fu Bao's belly. Grandma Yan felt so relieved: Brother Jue was still the same as before. He had not forgotten them and was still alive. As close as Fu Bao, if possible, she would like to keep this poor child by her side forever.

After eating, Brother Jue explained that he was taking Fu Bao out tomorrow: "Is it early to go out? Do you need to cook it earlier? Remember to come back to eat in the evening."

Grandma really has double standards. It is clear that Uncle Fifteen is older than brother Jue, but she was worried about taking him out. But now that brother Jue is here, he is willing to grant his request.

"No, grandma, we just have breakfast. We will play in Zhuangzi tomorrow. There are cooks there. It is not certain when we will come back. If it is too late, don't wait for us."

"Then you have to be careful and don't go to crowded places." Grandma Yan was worried about Brother Jue himself. It was only after she came to the capital that she learned from Zimo that the fact that Brother Jue was found was not made public. Now Still a proper "black account".

"No, grandma, that's our own Zhuangzi." Jiao Zhongjue naturally knew Grandma Yan's worries and hurriedly explained to her.

Seeing that grandma no longer had any objections and knew that they could ride horses tomorrow, Fubao and Qiuli couldn't hide their joy on their faces: "That's great, we can go play tomorrow."

Brother Jue still wanted to continue talking to Fu Bao, but Grandma Yan stopped telling Fu Bao to go to bed early. She gave them a few words and left the house to the children.

How did Fu Bao fall asleep while nagging? I don’t know when Brother Jue will leave. In my dream, I just remembered telling Brother Jue about taking her to play.

Zimo, Qiuli, and Dalang followed, and Brother Jue was accompanied by a Chang Sui and two young men. The old couple were not worried and let them go out after eating early in the morning.

Fortunately, the light snow that was flying all over the sky at the beginning stopped when they left the north city gate. The weather seemed to be waiting for them. Less than twenty miles away, they were at Zhuangzi, where Brother Jue said they could race horses. Brother covered his face with a scarf the whole time and took it off only when he was almost at Zhuangzi.

Today, all of them specially changed their riding clothes, and Fubao and Qiuli were no exception. They were really fully armed.

Fu Bao was dressed in a bright red girdled legs and wrists, and a belt embroidered with black gold edges was tied around his waist. He had two upturned buns on his head tied with a red hair tie. He looked more than usual when he was not talking. She has a bit of heroic spirit, but when she talks, she turns into a glutinous little leaky cotton-padded jacket. The clothes are specially designed for her by brother Jue, and the embroidery lady specially rushed them out in the past two days. She is the only one in the capital.

Qiuli was dressed in black, which made her buckwheat-colored skin look very natural. She stood up in a horse stance, picked up the short whip specially made for her by her master, and swung it forward with a crackling sound. If she was not too short, , rather majestic like Mulan.

"This is the pony for us? Is it really small? Isn't she not grown up yet?" The pony is not as tall as Fu Bao's head, and its body is not as long. Fu Bao is a little worried about whether he is too fat? What to do if you crush such a cute horse?

The horses brought over by the groom were one white and one black. Fu Bao rushed towards the black horse, which was beyond their expectations. Qiuli was also surprised. She thought the young lady would prefer the clean white horse. Woolen cloth.

The others all rode their own big horses. Dalang specially brought back the black horse from the military camp to show off Fubao's skills. Fubao didn't take a second look at it. Dalang was disappointed and had to look for Brother Jue's long horse. Just go to the corner and have a try.

"I knew you would like Xiao Hei. The breed of this horse is very good. Its parents are war horses from the Western Regions and Southern Barbarian ponies. It has a bit of a fierce temper but is not wild. It is quite suitable for you, but you have to recognize it first. Only you, the master, can do it.”

"Is it called Xiao Hei?" Fu Bao touched Xiao Hei's head. He was worried that Fu Bao would be kicked. Qiuli and Jiao Zhongjue stayed on one side and carefully protected him.

Unexpectedly, the pony rubbed Fu Bao with its smooth brown hair and licked her little hand, as if she was an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

"Wow, it's so cute." Such a horse really deserves the word cute.

"If Fu Bao thinks Xiao Hei doesn't sound good, you can give it another name." Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai are just called casually to distinguish each other, so it is natural for the owner to give him a name.

"I like it to be called Black Pearl, and the white horse will be called White Swan."

Fu Bao tilted his little head and smiled, wondering why he was so smart! The name is not bad.

It's true that the nature of a child is such that the names chosen are so cute.

Qiuli frowned and thought: Aren't pearls supposed to be white? A pony can't fly, so it doesn't seem right to call it a swan. But as long as the name was given by the young lady, she didn't think it was strange. It sounded much better than Xiao Hei Xiao Bai. Maybe she was ignorant. The young lady was so smart, so the name made sense.

At first, I thought the lady would choose the white horse. I felt that the black horse should be more suitable for me. It seemed as if the black horse was tailor-made for me.

"Getting Fu Bao is naturally the best. Brother Jue also thinks there is nothing better."

"Really? Uncle Zimo? Brother Jue said it sounds good!" Uncle Zimo frowned just now, she saw it, and now someone finally recognized and supported him.

Zimo said repeatedly: "Okay, okay."

I felt a little against my will, and secretly cursed in my heart: Master, can you be more attentive? These are obviously stallions, do you really think the names are very appropriate?