The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 607

Chapter 607: 291 Teasing (First Watch)

Xiao Jingkong looked at the Marquis Xuanping with a gaze that suggested he was looking at an idiot, "Chicken—"

The Marquis Xuanping realized he shouldn’t have tacked on that word to his name. Otherwise, with this children’s comprehension, who knows what he might interpret it as.

Just as he feared, the kid started speaking.

The Marquis Xuanping felt more panicked than he ever had in battle, his body tensely shook, "Shut up! Swallow that last word back!"

Xiao Jingkong closed his mouth.

Alright then.

The adult world truly was difficult to understand, with such terrible names, not even distinguishing between chickens and monkeys!

Marquis Xuanping breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Jingkong put his little hands behind his back and tilted his head, "Eight."

He actually said the last word.

Marquis Xuanping: "...!!"

Marquis Xuanping was fearless in battle without shedding a tear, but this little bald kid’s damage was more than that of thousands of soldiers. Marquis Xuanping never knew when he might step into another pitfall!

That’s really terrible!

As for Marquis Xuanping who had always been choking others half to death, one day, he was also choked into a puff of smoke. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

Indeed, what goes around comes back around.

Xiao Jingkong sighed, "Alas, there are indeed seven chickens in my house, but you can’t be the eighth one."

Marquis Xuanping: ... So was he overthinking?

Marquis Xuanping grew up among ruffians, and the number of dirty words he knew far outnumbered regular words, which inevitably led to dirty thoughts. But thinking about it, calling him a chicken might not be a compliment!

That wasn’t much better than being called a measly thing!

He, a first-rank military marquis, going around acting like a chicken?

Marquis Xuanping felt it was impossible to continue arguing with this brat. Taking a deep, deep, deep, deep breath, he slowly said, "What if I say, I am your brother-in-law’s biological father, would you believe me?"

Xiao Jingkong wrinkled his small eyebrows and stared at him curiously. After a while, he nodded solemnly, "No wonder."

Gu Jiao took off her little backpack, took out a small medicinal box, and put the lightened backpack on his back.

What was a little backpack for Gu Jiao was a big deal for Xiao Jingkong.

The backpack was nearly as high as him. He carried it half slung over his shoulder, half dragging it, and walked into the house with a clatter.

Xiao Liulang was in his study room studying arithmetic. Since receiving Xiao Jingkong’s suspected Yan Country book, he would dedicate himself to studying the contents of the book whenever he had free time.

Although the text in the book was entirely different and had some annotations, it was still somewhat challenging to understand.

However, those strange characters representing numbers had aroused his strong interest, and the so-called formulas listed by those characters and symbols were also fascinating.

As the conjugation technique had been lost, Zhan Country still used the circle-cutting technique to calculate pi; even with thousands of divisions, one might not be able to calculate up to the seventh decimal place.

The formulas recorded in this book were much simpler, although he hadn’t yet fully understood them.

Xiao Liulang was engrossed in the problems until he heard a clattering sound. Lifting his head and looking out the window, he saw Xiao Jingkong carrying the small backpack and panting as he walked in.

Following behind Xiao Jingkong was Gu Jiao. In her ice-blue dress, she was stunningly graceful and moved with the grace of a swallow, making one’s eyes light up.

At that moment, it seemed as if Gu Jiao had sensed something, and she also looked towards the window of his west room.

Their eyes met.