Chapter 2 Tiger Mom ()

North City, Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion.

As one of the few first-rank official positions in the Great China, the residence of the left prime minister who is a civil and powerful clerk, he is naturally not ordinary wealth and luxury.

In a spacious courtyard in the inner hall, a large number of slaves were busy coming and going.

In the main hall, Zhuo Bufan was sitting on a short table and was ecstatic. A graceful and luxurious woman next to him was carefully wiping the corners of his red and swollen mouth with Bai Jin, frowned and tears, feeling extremely distressed.

"My good boy, who hurt you so much, I feel so sad."

Zhuo Bufan came back to his senses and looked at the woman. His heart felt warm. This kind of family affection that was connected by flesh is the most sincere and could not be done at all. But from a certain perspective, he was not her biological child, but replaced her son's soul. Although he was still his original independent consciousness, he integrated all the memories of Zhuo Bufan, the left-level young master, and felt very wonderful. There was no problem in dealing with a new identity. Perhaps, this is what he often said in his soul travel in that era? The most amazing thing is that he remembered that before crossing, he hid in the house on a thunderstorm day and used his mobile phone to surf the Internet. He saw a ball of light floating into the room, and then his eyes turned dark. When he opened his eyes, he was lying on the boy's bed, and he was holding his cell phone in his hand.

I went there, just like dreaming.

Of course, I knew this was not a dream. I had pinched myself countless times and had verified it many times with the beautiful maid in the mansion. It really couldn't be true anymore, wow.

What if he doesn't come, then he will be at ease. Didn't he envy those second-generation officials and rich second-generations in his previous life? This time, he is still a super second-generation official. What a fucking left prime minister. I have checked it from the Internet. It's equivalent to the prime minister level, and it's not an ordinary bull. Such good conditions, I can't even dream of dreams. What else can I feel dissatisfied with if I don't enjoy all my glory and wealth, and I'll see all the beauties in the world.

As for the mother around me, who has integrated Zhuo Bufan's memory, he can really feel the warm family affection, which is no different from the real relatives. It turns out that in that world I can no longer be filial, so I should be a filial son in this world. Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan comforted: "Mom, it's okay, it's just a small injury."

"Little wound? Look, the corners of your mouth are broken, so swollen. What if it is broken? Oh, does it hurt? ", my son, does it hurt?" As he said, Mrs. Zuo Xiang wiped her tears, which made Zhuo Bufan shake her head and smile bitterly. It seems that no matter what era, the mother loves her so much, and the mother is so long-winded. However, the long-winded words that made me impatient or even disgusted in my previous life are now feeling warm and enjoyable.

Mrs. Zuo Xiang suddenly remembered something, raised her head and asked loudly, "Who went out with you? What should I do? I will clean up the bedding and roll it away!"

Zhuo Bufan was stunned. This is the other side of the so-called tiger mom.

The man next to him who had been waiting tremblingly knelt down and cried, "Madam, Zhuo Er is not guilty of serving the young master, so he deserves to die. I beg his wife to spare me this time for the sake of the young master since he was a child. How can I be kind to you?" As he said, he kowtowed and the thick carpet was smashed.

"Mom, it's not about Zhuo Er's business. Don't scare him. If you drive him away, who will accompany me out? I'm used to playing with him for a while. I don't want anyone else."

"Okay, it's not about Zhuo Er's business. Who is responsible for the guard? The young master was beaten by someone else, but he didn't even catch the murderer. He blamed me forty and drove me out of the mansion!" The tiger mom's son was beaten like a beating himself. How could he do it without venting his breath?

"Okay, mom, that guy Zhou Tong is still vomiting blood now. You can spare him too. You might as well let him hang it directly with forty sticks."

When the wife of Zuo Xiang heard that she couldn't beat her, she became anxious and said, "Then tell me quickly, which person who is not eyebrow dares to hit you, and ask your father to arrest him and kill him all over the family!"

"Pu", the tea that Zhuo Bufan was drinking was spraying out, and he said with a lot of laughter: "My mother, don't raid the whole family at any time, okay? Besides, killing the whole family is a crime that the emperor can condemn."

At this time, a middle-aged man with a low head and a slightly fat head walked in and pretended to be angry and said, "Hmph, my son is more sensible than you, and he always searches the whole family. Do you think the yamen is opened by his own family?"

Mrs. Zuo Xiang rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Zhuo Yin, you are the only son, you are beaten like this, and you still talk like this. Humph, if you don't want to, I will go to the child and his uncle and ask him to send 10,000 troops to cut off the murderer's nine tribes. Thinking about you back then, if I hadn't seen that you were really talented and married to you, how could you have been today, you have no conscience."

Zuo Prime Minister Zhuo Yin, who was below ten thousand people, pressed his forehead and did not answer. He sat aside. Okay, it would be fine if he didn't say it, but now he would be punished with nine clans and ten thousand soldiers. It would be better for him to shut up as soon as possible.

Zhuo Bufan was so happy that he couldn't even close his mouth, which affected the injury on the corner of his mouth. He grinned, which made Tiger Mom feel sad again.

Looking at the loving tiger mom, Zhuo Bufan said sweetly: "My mother, you are so cute, but you can't kill this murderer, otherwise your son will not be able to survive." To be honest, the world's emperor has little power, and the powerful ministers are in power. His uncle is also a general who commands 300,000 troops to guard the Western Regions. Killing a few people is really not a problem.

Mrs. Zuo Xiang, who was praised by her son, was stunned and said strangely: "Why can't you kill me?"

"Because she is your future daughter-in-law."

Zuo Xiang and Zuo Xiang’s wife were both energetic. The son had grown up long ago and was quite fond of men and women. The maids in the mansion were provoked by him a lot, and recently they started to go to Hualou. Originally, in such a large mansion, it was normal to do things like maids, but it was not good to go to Hualou. The two were worried, but suddenly they heard that their son had someone they loved. How could they not be overjoyed and energetic?

"What's the name? Whose minister's daughter?" Mrs. Zuo asked anxiously, since she dared to hit her son, she must be a beauty named after the important minister, so that she can make sense.

"I don't know, I only know that she has good martial arts skills and it's the first time she has seen her," Zhuo Bufan said in frustration.

Zuo Xiang and his wife looked at each other. The beautiful woman with good martial arts skills turned out to be a man from the world, which was a bit troublesome.

"Son, another day mom looks for you to have a beautiful person of a good match. This person is so fierce and has good martial arts skills. How can you enter our house? You don't recognize him. Forget it."

"No, I won't marry her."

"How can that happen? You don't want a wife. I want to have a grandson soon. Look at these close-fitting people that my mother just looked for. How great is it. Let them go to your room to serve you first. You can't go out to play anymore. When my mother finds you, I will get married for me!" Mrs. Zuo Xiang was really anxious. She even said the maid at the escort.

Zhuo Yin couldn't listen anymore, so he stood up and said angrily: "Is there anyone who taught your son like this? I'll teach me a Huahua Tai Sui."

"Hmph, when I don't know what you men think, you and that talented girl in Luoshui were also flirting with each other. Fortunately, I looked at you tightly and pinched your intestines. Our son probably gave birth to your romanticism back then, but you will have to stop thinking about it in this life. I won't let him suffer aggrieved by my son."

Zhuo Bufan forced himself to hold back his laughter, it became brighter, it became brighter.

Zhuo Yin was so angry that he trembled. He pointed at his wife for a long time and said, "It's unreasonable." He turned around and left depressedly.

"Wow, big gossip, big gossip, I'm going to tell me, what's going on with the talented woman in the water?" Zhuo Bufan was impatient, but he attracted a slap from me.

"Stop talking nonsense, by the way, I said just now that you must promise your mother that you are so old, and a wife hasn't even entered the door. Your father's opponent has two grandchildren, but he has often squeezed your father in the court to help his mother, and quickly give birth to a lot of sons, which will anger him to death."

Zhuo Bufan wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead. The task seemed a bit arduous and required all parties to cooperate and he had to devote himself to it.

"But, mom, I can't forget her. I must marry her in this life."

"Marry, if your son likes, marry him, but wait until you find her, you will talk about it. If you find her, you must marry him first. You can marry him in the future. You can marry him as much as you want in the future."

Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but sigh, with his mother like this, why worry about not having a group of wives and concubines and a family of children and grandchildren.

In this way, the Zhuo family's most important family planning policy was set. Zhuo Bufan also accepted this expedient strategy "reluctantly" but his mind was always lingering in his mind.

In the quiet room, Zhuo Bufan held a fine brush and had a piece of top rice paper in front of him. He held his smartphone in his left hand. Only one grid of electricity was left on the phone. If the electricity was gone, this was something that could not be matched by a brick in this world. You should draw it quickly.

Most of the playboys in this world are familiar with calligraphy and painting. Zhuo Bufan, who combines memory, also carries all skills, among which he is particularly good at delicate fine brushwork painting.

With the help of secretly photographed photos, a beautiful woman with a perfect fine brushwork was born with a sword and her forehead frowned.

After thinking about it, Zhuo Bufan added two more poems:

The spring breeze caresses the willows and the cherry blossoms are bent with swords and frowning his forehead and pens, stroking the desk, and sighs show melancholy.

After this incident, Zhuo Bufan actually changed his temperament. Although he occasionally went to drink flower wine, he stayed in the mansion most of his time. Of course, the credit of the tiger mom was indispensable. The pretty maids he looked for took cups and plates and gums, and were successively taken by Zhuo Bufan. In this prosperous and prosperous world of the powerful and the doomsday world, they were born in poverty and humbleness, which was already a very ideal destination.

However, whenever Zhuo Bufan sat in a beautiful girl with a shallow drink, he couldn't help but sigh when he saw the pictures of the beauty hanging in the room.

A glance at the peerless face, this life is hard to be impressed. In the vast world, this beauty that makes people feel excited, and where to hide in self-admiration. I don’t know your name, but you already know who I am. Your three-foot green peak is cold and arrogant, but it brings my kiss.
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