"After the chicken dies, it will turn into a flat black slab. Can you still see the gourd baby?" Baoqing asked curiously.
He had eaten a lot of chicken, but he had never heard of this.
Hearing what Baoqing said, the excited little prince suddenly got stuck. He was only two years old and had never even seen a live hen, let alone what would happen if the chicken was knocked dead.
"Probably not."
Yinreng clasped his little fingers and analyzed them one by one for Baoqing who was standing on the floor: "After the chicken dies, it can be turned into delicious paste, it can be turned into delicious big roast chicken, and it can also be turned into chicken soup, but that
Black slate is hard and tasteless."
"Not only can't it be eaten, it also has to eat something called 'electricity'."
"'Electricity'? What is that? Is it delicious?" Baoqing touched his chin with his small hand and thought hard.
"I haven't treated you badly. Why can't I think of eating it?" Kangxi stretched out his big hand and rubbed Baoqing's furry little head, speechless.
Although he didn't know what electricity was, he could think of lightning in the sky, which was extremely destructive and could scorch a tall tree.
"I can't explain it."
Yinreng shook his head and continued: "'Electricity' is a very magical thing. It is invisible and intangible, but it is very useful."
"In that world, brother Chenghu said, without electricity, you can't do anything, and you can't even see the gourd baby."
"Khan Amana, please give me some 'electricity' and 'black board' as well. I also want to see the Calabash Baby."
Baoqing was extremely envious when he heard that Yinreng had actually seen Calabash Baby with his own eyes. He stretched out his little arms to wrap around Kangxi's thigh, raised his little head, blinked his bright litchi eyes, and looked at Kangxi with a smile.
Kangxi: ...He hasn't even understood yet. Where can I find "electricity" for you?
"No, there is no electricity in the Qing Dynasty." Brother Chenghu had clearly told him that electricity had not been invented in the Qing Dynasty, so Yinreng spoke directly and firmly to shatter the illusion of protecting the Qing Dynasty.
Baoqing: ...It seems that I will never see Calabash Baby again in this life.
Unlike Kangxi who just listened to Yinreng's words as a ridiculous and funny dream, Qingyan, who was standing next to her with her sleeves pulled by Yinreng, stirred up a storm in her heart. The more she listened to Yinreng's description, the more she felt in her heart,
Is it possible that my cousin and Cheng Hu have both traveled through time?
Moreover, the animals in the apocalypse have all mutated, but Yinreng said that his mother-in-law drove the two brothers to a large garden with many animals. This was probably a zoo.
Since there is even a zoo, it means that that other world is very likely to be the modern time and space before the end of the world.
But Qingyan felt that something was wrong.
If it was just the cousin and Chenghu who traveled through time, why did Yinreng say that the clothes and even hair he wore in that world were different from those in the Qing Dynasty?
This kind of description is more like there is a little Yinreng there.
Because the little prince was suffering from cowpox, he was thinking about his empress before going to bed, so he had an adventure, and his consciousness was briefly connected to the little Yinreng in that world, or was his soul traveling through it?
Thinking of this, Qingyan bent down slightly, looked at Yinreng's clear auspicious eyes and asked, "Who else did Baocheng see there?"
"Yes, me?" She couldn't help but swallow her saliva and said inexplicably nervously.
"I've seen it before. As soon as Baocheng arrived there, he asked Huang's mother, where is her aunt?"
"Then what?"
"Then the third grandpa said that my aunt was reading a book called 'High School' every day, so she couldn't come to see Baocheng."
Yinreng curled his lips slightly when he said this, obviously because he was unhappy because he didn't see his aunt often there.
"What, you also saw Suo'etu?"
The more Kangxi listened, the more strange he became. Now even Suo'etu had appeared, and he couldn't help but ask.
"Who is Suo'etu? Baocheng said it was Grandpa San!" Yinreng said with some confusion.
The only family member of his mother's clan he has seen so far is Qingyan, so of course he doesn't know her and has never seen Suo'etu.
Hearing that even Ama and herself had appeared, Qingyan couldn't help but feel relieved. She was almost certain that Yinreng's soul had briefly traveled to another time and space for some unknown reason.
.
Moreover, at my age, in this peaceful modern world, I should indeed be working hard for the college entrance examination.
"There alone, not calling, Aixinjueluo Baocheng!"
Yinreng released his small hands holding Qingyan's clothes, then pushed his buttocks against the edge of the bed and slowly climbed up. With his two small hands behind his back, he walked a few steps on the bed.
"Er baby, what's your name?" Bao Qing released his little arm holding Kang Xi's thigh and turned his attention to Baocheng who was standing on the bed.
Kangxi was also attracted by this sentence. Recently, when he was practicing calligraphy, he suddenly had the idea to imitate the Han naming method and name his future children and grandchildren with the same characters and radicals.
I have already chosen two types: "Yin" next to the word "Shi" and "Hong" next to the word "日". Now I am still struggling to decide which one to choose for my sons and which one to leave for my future grandchildren.
He just wanted to hear his baby son's name there, but the next second Kangxi froze on the spot and was stunned.
"Hehe", Yinreng smiled slyly, then cleared his throat, raised his chest proudly and said: "Everyone calls him Gu, He Baobao!"
"Baby He?" Kangxi asked, raising his voice in disbelief.
What kind of name is this? Even if it’s a nickname, it’s too awkward, right? And why is the surname “He”? Could it be “Hesheli”?
Kangxi was thinking with squinted eyes, but Yinreng's next words crushed his logic to pieces.
"Yes! Gu's brother's name is Jin Chengcheng, and Gu's name is He Baobao after Huang's mother-in-law."
Yinreng smiled and narrowed his eyes. Huang E's mother must like her better than her brother. Otherwise, why would she let herself follow her surname?
"Presumptuous! This is nonsense." Kangxi was immediately furious. The prince of a country took his mother's surname. Now, even his eldest son took the name of a wild man named "Jin". His first wife and son
None of it belongs to him anymore? Is it possible to think that I am dead?
"Then where am I?" Kangxi asked angrily.
"Hmph~ Baocheng was there, and I didn't even see Khan Amma once."
"The emperor's mother said that Khan Ama was flying around in the sky all day long without getting home." Yinreng turned his little head aside in anger, not looking at Kangxi.
Kangxi was stunned when he heard what Yinreng said.
"The Queen's mother also said that Khan Ama's name was Jin Yexi there."
"Jin Yexi?" Kangxi couldn't help but repeat these three words. Without mentioning his surname, the name sounded good. It was obviously a combination of his own name and his reign.
After repeatedly confirming that she is still the amma of her sons, and that her first wife has not cuckolded her.
Kangxi's anger gradually disappeared. Although he still couldn't figure out why his surname was Jin, he couldn't help but follow Yinreng's words and have endless reverie in his heart.
"Flying around all day long, could it be that I managed the Qing Dynasty so well that I will become a god in the future?"
Kangxi was deeply influenced by Western learning and did not believe that people would become immortals after death. However, after hearing his precious son's words, his thoughts finally diverged in this direction.
"Then the Qing Dynasty has become very good?" Kangxi asked with some excitement. After all, after listening patiently to Yinreng's dream, he could feel that it seemed to be a matter of later generations.
Hearing his mother mention this, Yinreng couldn't help but frown, and couldn't stand still on the bed.
What should he say?
"Baocheng, tell me quickly." Kangxi urged again when he saw that his precious son suddenly stopped talking.
Hearing his own Khan Ama's joyful question, Yinreng took two steps closer without escaping, raised his little head and looked at Kangxi with a distressed look on his face.
When Kangxi still couldn't figure out why the originally happy little thing suddenly showed such a look.
The next second, Yinreng spoke in a shocking voice: "Auntie said that the King of Tianliang was defeated and the Qing Dynasty was destroyed!"
"You are a homeless person and a scumbag brother-in-law. Sooner or later, you will be kicked by your cousin!"
Qingyan:!!!I'm not, I didn't!! Little prince, you are harming me!
Kangxi:???Why did my Qing Dynasty fall???
What else did little Hershey say, what is a scumbag? What does it mean to be a scumbag among men?
He was Batulu, the strongest man in the Qing Dynasty, and Amgulang Khan among the Mongolians. Kangxi immediately turned his head to look at Qingyan.
Qingyan also hurriedly waved her hands at Kangxi beside her with a desperate desire to survive, as if she was in trouble and couldn't express her pain.
Doctor Zhang and Liang Jiugong, who were standing side by side, also stretched out their hands to cover their ears in unison, then lowered their heads slightly, turned around and slipped out.
Although the content sounds exciting, it is obviously not something they can continue to listen to! In order to save their lives, it is better to leave as soon as possible.
Seeing the expressions of the two people, Yinreng quickly waved his little hand and added, "No, it's not this aunt, it's that aunt."
Kangxi looked down at Yinreng with questions in his head, and then pulled him to the bedside. Didn't this little brat just meet his aunt, Little Hesheli? What other aunt was there?
Although he knew that every dynasty had its strength, the world was not stable now. He was working hard to repair the tattered country of the Qing Dynasty. When he suddenly heard that the Qing Dynasty was dead, he really felt that he
I'm going to have a myocardial infarction on the spot!
Yinreng scratched his little head in embarrassment, and he remembered the scene when he saw his "aunt" for the only time in Changshengtian.
She was lying on the big soft chair that Brother Chenghu called a sofa, with a big book covering her head, and she was reciting and cursing.
He also picked up himself who was sitting on the carpet playing with cars, held him in his arms, pointed at the words on the book and asked him to look up.
Apart from thinking that the pictures in this book were really good and looked real, he didn't recognize any of the words.
Yinreng himself couldn't describe that feeling. He knew clearly that he was not dreaming. If he was dreaming, he would have forgotten everything as soon as he opened his eyes.
But that feeling was very real. I could still remember clearly the way "aunt" hugged him and grabbed the sweet and delicious tiger biscuits that the emperor's mother had just baked with him.
He struggled to recall what his "aunt" was carrying, and could only vaguely remember a few key words.
He said to Kangxi and gestured: "Khan Ama, there is a lot of black opium, it is very expensive, everyone eats it, if you have no money, you will sell your children and wives to buy it and eat it, that stuff is poisonous.
After everyone eats it, they can no longer walk or fight."
"Then there is a big bad guy called the Eight-Nation Alliance. They did a lot of bad things and rushed into our house."
"Killed our people, burned our gardens, and robbed us of many treasures."
"With the country closed to the outside world, the Qing Dynasty became weaker and weaker, and finally died."
"When Baocheng grows up, he will lead his troops to destroy them."
Yinreng lowered his eyes like his Khan Amma, squinting slightly. The first few words he said were extremely angry, but the last words he said were extremely calm and restrained.
Although he was still young, he did not understand many of the things that "aunt" memorized. He was also confused as to whether he understood the words "opium", "Eight-Power Allied Forces" and "seclusion".
Very understanding.
But the little prince's enlightenment was taught step by step by Kangxi himself, sometimes when he would sleep on the dragon bed at night.
Regardless of whether he understood it or not, Khan Amma would teach him many things about the people and the Qing Dynasty, and truly trained him as an excellent successor in his mind.
So when he heard those things, he was eager to come back from that world and tell himself these things to Khan Amma.
Qingyan looked at the young prince who suddenly became serious, and her heart couldn't help but beat wildly.
When Yin Reng was originally one and a half years old, she felt that the little prince was as smart as a three-year-old child. Now after experiencing this adventure, he could speak so smoothly that he could even keep up with a four-year-old child.
She was a little lucky that she happened to be memorizing the humiliating modern history in that world, rather than the history of the early Qing Dynasty.
The little prince didn't know that the Yongzheng who would ascend the throne in the future was not him but the fourth prince Yinzhen who was not yet born. He also didn't know that he would be destroyed by Khan Amma, who had loved him for most of his life, and he didn't know that Jiulong would seize the throne.
The royal tragedy, and now using his mouth to tell that painful history of humiliation, will there be a chance to completely change the world?
And would Kangxi believe it?
She couldn't help but want to see the reaction of Kangxi beside her when she heard these words, so she turned her head slightly with anxiety, and saw that the young emperor also had a look of astonishment on his face.
Nowadays, the War of San Francisco in the south has not yet ended. Taiwan across the water is still in the hands of the Zheng family. Monan Mongolia has only just stabilized its relationship through several generations of marriage. Mobei Mongolia has not yet connected with the Qing Dynasty.
The dense, deserted Junggar tribe in Mongolia was also extremely dishonest, like a poisonous snake waiting around, making him sleepless at night just thinking about it.
He has not yet finished dealing with his internal worries, and the biggest external threat he is worried about is the threat posed to him by Tsarist Russia, an old man from the north.
And now listening to the words of my precious son, the Eight-Nation Alliance Army, this obviously proves that the foreign invasion suffered by the Qing Dynasty after that was very serious!
From the strength of the foreign invaders, it can be inferred that the Qing Dynasty did not die in his hands, nor in Baocheng's hands. I am afraid that it will have to wait until his grandchildren...
Kangxi squinted his eyes and quickly moved the jade ring finger with his hand.
Let’s not talk about anything else, just the four words “seclusion” are concise and concise and very easy to understand.
Eighty percent of this is about the sea ban.
In order to resist coastal smuggling and the intrusion of Japanese pirates, sea bans have been going back and forth between loose and strict bans since the Ming Dynasty.
This situation has continued until now.
"Then Baocheng, tell me, how is our Aixinjueluo family doing in that world?" If the Qing Dynasty is gone, where can the royal family fall? But Kangxi still bent down slightly and whispered to Yinreng's right ear.
said.
The little prince felt his ears itching. Of course, he couldn't understand his inner conflict at this time, and he didn't buy into his imitation. Instead, he opened his young voice without fear of embarrassment and said: "
I don’t know, my aunt said, the Qing Dynasty has been dead for a long time.”
"More than a hundred years ago."
"More than a hundred years ago?" Baoqing couldn't help but widen his eyes.
God, he is only over four years old this year. No matter how much Baoqing thinks about it, he cannot imagine how long these more than a hundred years have been.
With the exact time, Qingyan already knew roughly the time in that world, and Yinreng's birthday was on the third day of May, and it would be more than a month before Yinreng's second birthday.
The little prince said that his queen mother had already celebrated his second birthday there. Does that mean that the flow of time in the two worlds is different?
If the days that Yinreng passed through were also the time of Wanshou Festival, then it means that he stayed in modern times for at least more than a month?
Silence, only silence.
No wonder, Kangxi suppressed the raging anger in his heart. As a young man, he was full of thoughts about how to make the Qing Dynasty stronger. He did not expect that future generations of kings would be so miserable.
Although the previous dynasties perished, he had never heard of anyone changing the surname "Zhu" to anything else in the Qing Dynasty.
And what about his descendants?
Not to mention the surname "Aixinjueluo", I didn't even dare to use the country name "Qing", so I chose the "Jin" before entering the customs as my surname.
Fuck Kim Ye Hee, that sounds awful.
Could it mean "Should we turn out the lights tonight?"
You really don’t have any literary talent at all! Have you read the book into the dog’s belly?
He walked around on the ground angrily, wondering how many stupid things the descendants of the Aisin Gioro clan had done to prevent the future Aixinjueluo clan from ending up like this.
"Didn't I grow into Vajra Patulu there? Didn't I destroy them?"
"Er baby, tell me, what is my name there?" Bao Qing also suppressed his face and turned red angrily, clenching his two little fists tightly, as if he was about to rush forward and fight with her.
It's like when people fight.
Oh, what can we do? There are no big babies in that world.
Yinreng looked at the big baby's bright black litchi eyes, and was so anxious that he didn't know what to say. Suddenly, he glanced at the sunlight shining into the inner room through the window after the rain had passed outside, and a flash of light came to his mind.
He flashed and said, "Of course it's Vajra Patulu, he's so awesome!"
"Dad, do you believe in the power of light?" Yinreng squeezed his big eyes at Baoqing.
Baoqing: Why did Da Wa suddenly wink at him like Old Man Gali’s little Fujin???
Kangxi, who was about to be furious, and Qingyan, whose heart was extremely complicated, also focused on the little prince again.
"You are called Ultraman there."
"Otuman?" Baoqing frowned. Is this considered a name?
"Yes!" Yinreng nodded affirmatively.
"Isn't I a gourd baby?" Baoqing looked at Yinreng suspiciously.
"You are Calabash Boy here, and you are Ultraman there!"
Qingyan thought silently in her heart, there is nothing wrong with one fighting goblins and the other fighting monsters.
"There are kinds of mirrors called concave mirrors and convex mirrors, which indeed have the effect of focusing and diverging light." Kangxi also used every opportunity to talk about physics knowledge to the brothers.
"It's not a mirror." Yinreng shook his little head again: "Otuman and Calabash are both Batulu!"
"What's the difference between them?" Baoqing didn't mind the strange name after hearing that they were both Batulu.
"Is there a difference?"
"The difference is..."
What is it?
Yinreng was thinking frantically, looking down at the apricot yellow pajamas he was wearing, and then seeing the dark black uniforms on Khan Ama.
He clapped his little hands and said affirmatively: "Otuman wears bigger clothes than Calabash Baby and is taller. Maybe there is also beautiful Fujin?"
The last sentence Baocheng said was extremely uncertain. He didn't know whether the beautiful sister who appeared in the black board was the Fujin of Ultraman.
But there is no pretty sister among Calabash Babies.
"Oh, then I know." Bao Qing also had a look of realization on his face.
"Baoqing, what do you know?" Qingyan asked curiously.
"Isn't that right! Why can't Aunt Erwa understand?"
Qingyan was even more confused. Is she old? Is she no longer able to keep up with their children's ideas?
Baoqing pointed with his little finger at him and Baocheng standing on the bed, and then pointed at the tall Khan Ama in front of them.
"My father and my second son are both short now, and they are still gourd babies. When they grow up and marry the beautiful Fujin, they will become an Otuman like Khan Amma. When the time comes, Khan Amma will send some people to Baoqing, and Baoqing will definitely
Able to lead people to destroy those turtle grandsons."
Although Kangxi didn't want to be that weird Otuman, but when he heard that his two sons were so ambitious, they both said that they would kill these turtle grandchildren.
They themselves are a horse race who came out of the white mountains and black waters and made a living by hunting. Their ancestors fought bloody battles to conquer the land under their feet. Such good and bloody men should be the descendants of their Aisin Gioro.
Look!
Qingyan couldn't help but feel funny in her heart when she saw Kangxi's happy expression in a blink of an eye.
But it was really refreshing to listen to the childlike words of the two children like this. They were both fighting villains anyway, so she didn't tell these two silly boys that Calabash and Ultraman were not of the same race at all! What are you saying?
What's your name?" Bao Qing also suppressed his anger and turned his little face red, and clenched his two small fists tightly, as if he was about to rush forward and fight with someone.
Oh, what can we do? There are no big babies in that world.
Yinreng looked at the big baby's bright black litchi eyes, and was so anxious that he didn't know what to say. Suddenly, he glanced at the sunlight shining into the inner room through the window after the rain had passed outside, and a flash of light came to his mind.
He flashed and said, "Of course it's Vajra Patulu, he's so awesome!"
"Dad, do you believe in the power of light?" Yinreng squeezed his big eyes at Baoqing.
Baoqing: Why did Da Wa suddenly wink at him like Old Man Gali’s little Fujin???
Kangxi, who was about to be furious, and Qingyan, whose heart was extremely complicated, also focused on the little prince again.
"You are called Ultraman there."
"Otuman?" Baoqing frowned. Is this considered a name?
"Yes!" Yinreng nodded affirmatively.
"Isn't I a gourd baby?" Baoqing looked at Yinreng suspiciously.
"You are Calabash Boy here, and you are Ultraman there!"
Qingyan thought silently in her heart, there is nothing wrong with one fighting goblins and the other fighting monsters.
"There are kinds of mirrors called concave mirrors and convex mirrors, which indeed have the effect of focusing and diverging light." Kangxi also used every opportunity to talk about physics knowledge to the brothers.
"It's not a mirror." Yinreng shook his little head again: "Otuman and Calabash are both Batulu!"
"What's the difference between them?" Baoqing didn't mind the strange name after hearing that they were both Batulu.
"Is there a difference?"
"The difference is..."
What is it?
Yinreng was thinking frantically, looking down at the apricot yellow pajamas he was wearing, and then seeing the dark black uniforms on Khan Ama.
He clapped his little hands and said affirmatively: "Otuman wears bigger clothes than Calabash Baby and is taller. Maybe there is also beautiful Fujin?"
The last sentence Baocheng said was extremely uncertain. He didn't know whether the beautiful sister who appeared in the black board was the Fujin of Ultraman.
But there is no pretty sister among Calabash Babies.
"Oh, then I know." Bao Qing also had a look of realization on his face.
"Baoqing, what do you know?" Qingyan asked curiously.
"Isn't that right! Why can't Aunt Erwa understand?"
Qingyan was even more confused. Is she old? Is she no longer able to keep up with their children's ideas?
Baoqing pointed with his little finger at him and Baocheng standing on the bed, and then pointed at the tall Khan Ama in front of them.
"My father and my second son are both short now, and they are still gourd babies. When they grow up and marry the beautiful Fujin, they will become an Otuman like Khan Amma. When the time comes, Khan Amma will send some people to Baoqing, and Baoqing will definitely
Able to lead people to destroy those turtle grandsons."
Although Kangxi didn't want to be that weird Otuman, but when he heard that his two sons were so ambitious, they both said that they would kill these turtle grandchildren.
They themselves are a horse race who came out of the white mountains and black waters and made a living by hunting. Their ancestors fought bloody battles to conquer the land under their feet. Such good and bloody men should be the descendants of their Aisin Gioro.
Look!
Qingyan couldn't help but feel funny in her heart when she saw Kangxi's happy expression in a blink of an eye.
But it was really refreshing to listen to the childlike words of the two children like this. They were both fighting villains anyway, so she didn't tell these two silly boys that Calabash and Ultraman were not of the same race at all! What are you saying?
What's your name?" Bao Qing also suppressed his anger and turned his little face red, and clenched his two small fists tightly, as if he was about to rush forward and fight with someone.
Oh, what can we do? There are no big babies in that world.
Yinreng looked at the big baby's bright black litchi eyes, and was so anxious that he didn't know what to say. Suddenly, he glanced at the sunlight shining into the inner room through the window after the rain had passed outside, and a flash of light came to his mind.
He flashed and said, "Of course it's Vajra Patulu, he's so awesome!"
"Dad, do you believe in the power of light?" Yinreng squeezed his big eyes at Baoqing.
Baoqing: Why did Da Wa suddenly wink at him like Old Man Gali’s little Fujin???
Kangxi, who was about to be furious, and Qingyan, whose heart was extremely complicated, also focused on the little prince again.
"You are called Ultraman there."
"Otuman?" Baoqing frowned. Is this considered a name?
"Yes!" Yinreng nodded affirmatively.
"Isn't I a gourd baby?" Baoqing looked at Yinreng suspiciously.
"You are Calabash Boy here, and you are Ultraman there!"
Qingyan thought silently in her heart, there is nothing wrong with one fighting goblins and the other fighting monsters.
"There are kinds of mirrors called concave mirrors and convex mirrors, which indeed have the effect of focusing and diverging light." Kangxi also used every opportunity to talk about physics knowledge to the brothers.
"It's not a mirror." Yinreng shook his little head again: "Otuman and Calabash are both Batulu!"
"What's the difference between them?" Baoqing didn't mind the strange name after hearing that they were both Batulu.
"Is there a difference?"
"The difference is..."
What is it?
Yinreng was thinking frantically, looking down at the apricot yellow pajamas he was wearing, and then seeing the dark black uniforms on Khan Ama.
He clapped his little hands and said affirmatively: "Otuman wears bigger clothes than Calabash Baby and is taller. Maybe there is also beautiful Fujin?"
The last sentence Baocheng said was extremely uncertain. He didn't know whether the beautiful sister who appeared in the black board was the Fujin of Ultraman.
But there is no pretty sister among Calabash Babies.
"Oh, then I know." Bao Qing also had a look of realization on his face.
"Baoqing, what do you know?" Qingyan asked curiously.
"Isn't that right! Why can't Aunt Erwa understand?"
Qingyan was even more confused. Is she old? Is she no longer able to keep up with their children's ideas?
Baoqing pointed with his little finger at him and Baocheng standing on the bed, and then pointed at the tall Khan Ama in front of them.
"My father and my second son are both short now, and they are still gourd babies. When they grow up and marry the beautiful Fujin, they will become an Otuman like Khan Amma. When the time comes, Khan Amma will send some people to Baoqing, and Baoqing will definitely
Able to lead people to destroy those turtle grandsons."
Although Kangxi didn't want to be that weird Otuman, but when he heard that his two sons were so ambitious, they both said that they would kill these turtle grandchildren.
They themselves are a horse race who came out of the white mountains and black waters and made a living by hunting. Their ancestors fought bloody battles to conquer the land under their feet. Such good and bloody men should be the descendants of their Aisin Gioro.
Look!
Qingyan couldn't help but feel funny in her heart when she saw Kangxi's happy expression in a blink of an eye.
But it was really refreshing to listen to the childlike words of the two children like this. They were both fighting villains anyway, so she didn't tell these two silly boys that Calabash and Ultraman were not of the same race at all! What are you saying?
What's your name?" Bao Qing also suppressed his anger and turned his little face red, and clenched his two small fists tightly, as if he was about to rush forward and fight with someone.
Oh, what can we do? There are no big babies in that world.
Yinreng looked at the big baby's bright black litchi eyes, and was so anxious that he didn't know what to say. Suddenly, he glanced at the sunlight shining into the inner room through the window after the rain had passed outside, and a flash of light came to his mind.
He flashed and said, "Of course it's Vajra Patulu, he's so awesome!"
"Dad, do you believe in the power of light?" Yinreng squeezed his big eyes at Baoqing.
Baoqing: Why did Da Wa suddenly wink at him like Old Man Gali’s little Fujin???
Kangxi, who was about to be furious, and Qingyan, whose heart was extremely complicated, also focused on the little prince again.
"You are called Ultraman there."
"Otuman?" Baoqing frowned. Is this considered a name?
"Yes!" Yinreng nodded affirmatively.
"Isn't I a gourd baby?" Baoqing looked at Yinreng suspiciously.
"You are Calabash Boy here, and you are Ultraman there!"
Qingyan thought silently in her heart, there is nothing wrong with one fighting goblins and the other fighting monsters.
"There are kinds of mirrors called concave mirrors and convex mirrors, which indeed have the effect of focusing and diverging light." Kangxi also used every opportunity to talk about physics knowledge to the brothers.
"It's not a mirror." Yinreng shook his little head again: "Otuman and Calabash are both Batulu!"
"What's the difference between them?" Baoqing didn't mind the strange name after hearing that they were both Batulu.
"Is there a difference?"
"The difference is..."
What is it?
Yinreng was thinking frantically, looking down at the apricot yellow pajamas he was wearing, and then seeing the dark black uniforms on Khan Ama.
He clapped his little hands and said affirmatively: "Otuman wears bigger clothes than Calabash Baby and is taller. Maybe there is also beautiful Fujin?"
The last sentence Baocheng said was extremely uncertain. He didn't know whether the beautiful sister who appeared in the black board was the Fujin of Ultraman.
But there is no pretty sister among Calabash Babies.
"Oh, then I know." Bao Qing also had a look of realization on his face.
"Baoqing, what do you know?" Qingyan asked curiously.
"Isn't that right! Why can't Aunt Erwa understand?"
Qingyan was even more confused. Is she old? Is she no longer able to keep up with their children's ideas?
Baoqing pointed with his little finger at him and Baocheng standing on the bed, and then pointed at the tall Khan Ama in front of them.
"My father and my second son are both short now, and they are still gourd babies. When they grow up and marry the beautiful Fujin, they will become an Otuman like Khan Amma. When the time comes, Khan Amma will send some people to Baoqing, and Baoqing will definitely
Able to lead people to destroy those turtle grandsons."
Although Kangxi didn't want to be that weird Otuman, but when he heard that his two sons were so ambitious, they both said that they would kill these turtle grandchildren.
They themselves are a horse race who came out of the white mountains and black waters and made a living by hunting. Their ancestors fought bloody battles to conquer the land under their feet. Such good and bloody men should be the descendants of their Aisin Gioro.
Look!
Qingyan couldn't help but feel funny in her heart when she saw Kangxi's happy expression in a blink of an eye.
But it was really refreshing to listen to the childlike words of the two children like this. They were both fighting villains anyway, so she didn't tell these two silly boys that Calabash and Ultraman were not of the same race at all! What are you saying?
What's your name?" Bao Qing also suppressed his anger and turned his little face red, and clenched his two small fists tightly, as if he was about to rush forward and fight with someone.
Oh, what can we do? There are no big babies in that world.
Yinreng looked at the big baby's bright black litchi eyes, and was so anxious that he didn't know what to say. Suddenly, he glanced at the sunlight shining into the inner room through the window after the rain had passed outside, and a flash of light came to his mind.
He flashed and said, "Of course it's Vajra Patulu, he's so awesome!"
"Dad, do you believe in the power of light?" Yinreng squeezed his big eyes at Baoqing.
Baoqing: Why did Da Wa suddenly wink at him like Old Man Gali’s little Fujin???
Kangxi, who was about to be furious, and Qingyan, whose heart was extremely complicated, also focused on the little prince again.
"You are called Ultraman there."
"Otuman?" Baoqing frowned. Is this considered a name?
"Yes!" Yinreng nodded affirmatively.
"Isn't I a gourd baby?" Baoqing looked at Yinreng suspiciously.
"You are Calabash Boy here, and you are Ultraman there!"
Qingyan thought silently in her heart, there is nothing wrong with one fighting goblins and the other fighting monsters.
"There are kinds of mirrors called concave mirrors and convex mirrors, which indeed have the effect of focusing and diverging light." Kangxi also used every opportunity to talk about physics knowledge to the brothers.
"It's not a mirror." Yinreng shook his little head again: "Otuman and Calabash are both Batulu!"
"What's the difference between them?" Baoqing didn't mind the strange name after hearing that they were both Batulu.
"Is there a difference?"
"The difference is..."
What is it?
Yinreng was thinking frantically, looking down at the apricot yellow pajamas he was wearing, and then seeing the dark black uniforms on Khan Ama.
He clapped his little hands and said affirmatively: "Otuman wears bigger clothes than Calabash Baby and is taller. Maybe there is also beautiful Fujin?"
The last sentence Baocheng said was extremely uncertain. He didn't know whether the beautiful sister who appeared in the black board was the Fujin of Ultraman.
But there is no pretty sister among Calabash Babies.
"Oh, then I know." Bao Qing also had a look of realization on his face.
"Baoqing, what do you know?" Qingyan asked curiously.
"Isn't that right! Why can't Aunt Erwa understand?"
Qingyan was even more confused. Is she old? Is she no longer able to keep up with their children's ideas?
Baoqing pointed with his little finger at him and Baocheng standing on the bed, and then pointed at the tall Khan Ama in front of them.
"My father and my second son are both short now, and they are still gourd babies. When they grow up and marry the beautiful Fujin, they will become an Otuman like Khan Amma. When the time comes, Khan Amma will send some people to Baoqing, and Baoqing will definitely
Able to lead people to destroy those turtle grandsons."
Although Kangxi didn't want to be that weird Otuman, but when he heard that his two sons were so ambitious, they both said that they would kill these turtle grandchildren.
They themselves are a horse race who came out of the white mountains and black waters and made a living by hunting. Their ancestors fought bloody battles to conquer the land under their feet. Such good and bloody men should be the descendants of their Aisin Gioro.
Look!
Qingyan couldn't help but feel funny in her heart when she saw Kangxi's happy expression in a blink of an eye.
But it was really refreshing to listen to the childish words of the two children like this. They were all fighting villains anyway, and she didn't tell these two silly boys that Calabash and Ultraman were not of the same race at all!