As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 483 Draw the bow and shoot the jujube
The handsome third prince raised his head and looked at Qi Rui: "Father, your name is Erchen?"
Qi Rui narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Yes, everyone has performed their talents, so why don't you show off too?"
While speaking, he glanced at Mr. Yang Ge arrogantly.
Hum hum, old man, let me show you how awesome my son is!
Meng Qiyu clasped his fingers in confusion and performed his talent, but he had no talent.
After thinking for a long time, he pointed to the plate filled with chicken feet in front of him and asked in a low voice: "I can debone chicken feet with my bare hands. Is this considered a talent?"
Qi Rui: "..."
Why isn't this kid on the road?
"Ahem, let's perform a talent that everyone can see and hear."
Meng Qiyu nodded, thought and thought, and finally thought of pretending to be a monkey and playing with a golden cudgel, but...
He tilted his head and glanced at the curious faces in the hall. Isn't it appropriate to play the role of a monkey in this situation?
And he doesn’t want to lose face?
"Father, can you not perform?"
Meng Qiyu asked with a confused look.
Qi Rui had been laying the groundwork for a long time and was waiting for this moment to feel proud. How could he give up so easily?
He bent down and patted him on the shoulder, saying earnestly: "Show me some face, my father."
Meng Qiyu: "...Okay."
He finally figured out that one of him and his father was destined to be embarrassed today.
Since the father is not willing, then let him lose it.
Xiaotuanzi looked around and finally chose the whisk in the hand of eunuch Baofeng as a prop.
Qi Rui was wondering what he was doing with the whisk, when in the blink of an eye he saw the little dumpling dancing in the open space in front of the steps, scratching his head and scratching his head.
"Hey, the monster takes a stick from my old grandson!"
"Idiot, my grandson is going to go too!"
Those lines, that gesture, that temperament...
Don't tell me, he is exactly like a monkey, very clever and lovable.
But this is different from what he expected?
He obviously wanted his son to show off his high IQ, which he never forgets, in front of everyone, so that some old people with no eyes could learn something. How did he become a monkey?
Qi Rui wanted to remind him, but saw that he was playing lively and enjoying himself, so he held back.
Everyone in the hall also had different expressions.
It's just fun for those who don't have any serious intentions. As a kid, it's quite cute to play like a monkey.
Those who are thoughtful think more.
The queen committed a crime, the prince was deposed, and everyone was eagerly staring at the location of the East Palace. At this time, the third prince suddenly appeared and came back from the dead. He was also very favored by the emperor. How could he not attract attention?
If you take a closer look, this third prince... is a bit stupid, right?
There were those who couldn't hold themselves back, such as a certain Zhaoyi's old father, Yuan Shilang, who laughed out loud on the spot.
After Meng Qiyu finished playing with the whisk, he boasted in a weird tone: "The third prince is indeed a child who has been out of the capital and has great knowledge. He knows things that are different from other children in the capital. This monkey tricking ability is really unique."
How wonderful!”
Meng Qiyu heard the sarcasm in his words and was not angry. She raised her head and asked Qi Rui with a confused expression: "Father, what are the other children in the capital learning? Can Yu'er follow suit?"
Qi Rui met Xiaotuanzi's bright eyes, and seemed to understand something in the flash of lightning, and his voice suddenly rose a little higher:
"They will just learn some poetry lectures, arithmetic and astronomy. These things are simple. Later I will ask Taifu Su to teach you personally."
"Poetry handouts? Arithmetic astronomy?" Meng Qiyu blinked innocently, "I have learned these things before."
Qi Rui opened his eyes in "surprise", "Have you studied? Baofeng, bring me a book. I want to test the third prince."
Shen Qingqing and others, who knew the inside story, drank tea slowly and watched a father and son show off their acting skills from a distance.
Others were aroused and their eyes were almost glued to Meng Qiyu.
Everyone is curious: Is this third prince from the private sector really capable of everything?
Not long after, Baofeng hurried over holding a stack of books.
Qi Rui picked up a book and asked, "Have you ever studied the Book of Rites?"
Meng Qiyu nodded, "Learned it."
"There is a question and answer between Confucius and Zengzi in the Book of Rites. Can you memorize it?"
Meng Qiyu didn't answer yes or no this time, and started reciting it directly on the spot, and recited it in a melody and full of emotion.
After reciting a section, Qi Rui took out another book and continued to ask.
Meng Qiyu still memorized it word for word, and even explained it thoughtfully after reciting it.
Qi Rui smiled so hard that his teeth were exposed, "Okay, he is indeed my son. This brain is really good, haha."
The Queen Mother, who had watched the show for a long time, couldn't help but join in the fun: "Yu'er's abilities are more than that! You have spent so little time with him, but you don't know, our little Yu'er is a little prodigy with a photographic memory!"
"Photographic memory? So powerful? Come on, let me test you again!"
Qi Rui got so addicted to drama that he took Meng Qiyu to a live endorsement performance.
After a few scenes, the eyes of several veterans in the palace changed when they looked at Meng Qiyu.
It's sparkling, just like looking at gold ingots.
Yang Ge's old face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile.
Shilang Yuan couldn't keep his face and was still arrogant: "It's not enough to be able to endorse books and talk about principles. You also need to be able to ride horses and archery, right?"
Qi Rui glanced at him and looked at Meng Qiyu calmly, who nodded to him.
Now Qi Rui was even more proud. If he had put on a tail, he would probably be able to swing it to the sky.
"Baofeng, get your bow and arrows."
Baofeng felt the wind at his feet and ran all the way out of the hall.
Soon, the bow and arrow were obtained.
Meng Qiyu calmly drew his bow, aimed at the target, and shot an arrow, hitting the bull's-eye, winning applause from the crowd.
Shilang Yuan's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and he wished he could crawl into the cracks of the ground.
Faced with everyone's praise, Meng Qiyu remained neither arrogant nor impatient, "Actually, my archery skills are not that good, my eldest brother is great! He can hit a rabbit ten feet away!"
With all the topics brought to him, Qi Rui naturally would not let go of this opportunity to show off his talent, and immediately turned around and called Meng Qifeng out.
"This is a young soldier that I specially included some time ago. He is also the eldest son of Princess Linghui and General Meng. His archery skills are indeed very accurate.
Qifeng, come and show your skills to everyone."
Meng Qifeng obediently took the bow and arrow, and was about to draw the bow to show off. Meng Qiyu was unwilling and pointed at Yuan Shilang and said: "This will not show the strength of the eldest brother. Why don't we let this old man stand in the hall with a jujube on his head?"
Is the door a target?"
Yuan Shilang was so frightened that his legs were weak, and he hurriedly said: "I can't do it, the jujube is so small, if the shot misses, I will die!"
"Qifeng is a talent I personally selected. Don't you believe in my vision of people?"
Qi Rui's face darkened and he asked Yuan Shilang gloomily.
Yuan Shilang was mute, so he had no choice but to pick out the largest red date from the plate and put it on his head.
Meng Qifeng raised his bow and arrow and took aim at it a few times, then waved his hand dissatisfiedly, "Back up, back to the threshold. Don't shake your legs. Don't blame me if you shake them in the wrong place."
Under the pressure of Qi Rui's eyes, Yuan Shilang didn't even dare to fart, and he backed away obediently. In the end, before he could stand firm, Meng Qifeng pulled the string without any warning.