Binglu was asked with a confused face: "I'm not pretending to be wrong, the maid will put it up directly after the girl writes it." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

When Mrs. Deng heard Binglu say this, she glanced at the scriptures in her hand again, and couldn't help but raise her hand and rub her eyes.

Could it be that she is old and dizzy?

Although Mrs. Deng raised two sons with the title of the gold list, she is not a talented woman, and she has been widowed for so many years and has pulled her sons to grow up alone, and she lacks the string of poetry to be right, and she is not proficient in calligraphy and painting. But she still recognized Mr. Qiao's words, who made that old gentleman too famous?

"So, that's what you girl wrote?"

Binglu nodded like a chick pecking rice: "Yes, yes." "It's just that there's something wrong with the old lady's tone?

The little maid was thinking, and Mrs. Deng had already gotten up: "Go to Yaheyuan!"

Ice Green was stunned.

Qingyun glanced at her with a sneer.

The third girl really went out in order to please the old lady, but don't coax people for fools, even a maid of her can see that this word is too beautiful, can the old lady not see it?

With such blatant fraud, it's no wonder that the old lady is not annoyed!

Ice Green was confused, and followed Mrs. Deng back to the west courtyard of Yahe Garden.

It has been raining for days, and today it was finally sunny, but Qiao Zhao finished copying the Buddhist scriptures, so he walked out of the door and walked around the yard at will.

She walked to the base of the wall, and suddenly crouched down, reaching out and touching a small wild plant under the pomegranate tree.

Ah Zhu, who was following behind, was quite curious when she saw that Yezhi was small and thick, but she was silent by nature, so naturally she would not ask like ice green.

Qiao Zhao raised his head and smiled at Ah Zhu: "Ah Zhu, go get the flower shovel, I'll move it somewhere." ”

"Bh. Ah Zhu didn't ask much, and turned around and entered the room.

When Mrs. Deng walked into the yard, she saw her little granddaughter squatting under the pomegranate tree with a flower shovel in her hand.

The old lady suddenly forgot what she meant, and walked over to ask Qiao Zhao, "Three girls, what are you doing here?"

She didn't think this was a big deal, and if the townsman in Dongfu knew about it, she would have tried her best to criticize this girl's vulgar behavior.

Qiao Zhao raised his face and explained with a smile: "I'll move it somewhere, it's not good for it to grow when it's blocked by the pomegranate tree." ”

Mrs. Deng couldn't help but be happy: "Where does a weed move, and it is not possible to be born under a pomegranate tree?"

Qiao Zhao had already dug up the wild plants and explained seriously: "The pomegranate is delicious, and it is also very useful. ”

"Tell me, then, what is it for?"

"This is the blood mountain grass, which can stop bleeding and relieve pain. Grandmother, you say, is it very useful?"

Old Madam Deng glanced at the inconspicuous wild plant in Qiao Zhao's hand in surprise, and was even more surprised by the little granddaughter's knowledge, and couldn't help asking, "How do you know that this can stop bleeding and relieve pain?"

"On the way to the capital, Grandpa Li taught me. Qiao Zhao replied calmly.

She never intended to pretend to be someone else. It's easy to disguise for a while, but it's hard to pretend for a lifetime, if you can't be yourself, then what's the point of living again?

What's more, there is a more practical reason: the person to disguise is too stupid, which is slightly more difficult for Miss Qiao.

When many things are going in a good direction, they are easy to accept if there is a good reason. In Daliang, people who know medical skills are respected, not to mention far away, they are the mothers-in-law of the rich and noble families who are raised by the rich and noble, and their status is not comparable to that of ordinary slaves. Old Madam Deng was surprised in her heart, but she didn't think much about it, and sighed: "That Divine Doctor Li actually taught you this. ”

Qiao Zhao looked for the sunny place to replant the blood mountain grass, explained a few words to Ah Zhu, and cleaned his hand to Old Madam Deng to salute again: "Grandmother, you came here, do you have something to ask me?"

"Uh-" Old Madam Deng thought about it, and was a little embarrassed for a moment.

The grandfather and grandson have just communicated happily about a wild plant, isn't it good to turn their faces now?

"Ahem. Mrs. Deng cleared her throat, reached out and took the scriptures copied by Qiao Zhao from Qingyun, and asked her, "Three girls, you really love to joke with your grandmother, why did you send Mr. Qiao's notebook over?"

Qiao Zhao blinked.

It seems that the little girl Li Zhao's understanding has deviated, and this old lady is not proficient in calligraphy and painting.

Qiao Zhao naturally would not look down on Mrs. Deng because of this, her grandfather had taught her when she first learned this, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are just a pleasant cultivation, and the world's knowledge should not be confined to this way.

"Grandmother, Mr. Qiao has never copied Buddhist scriptures. Qiao Zhao said euphemistically.

"So?" said Mrs. Deng this time.

"So, this is a copy of your granddaughter, didn't you send the inkstone left by your grandfather to encourage your granddaughter to practice calligraphy. Qiao Zhao said as a matter of course.

Old Madam Deng's face was suddenly wonderful.

Don't make a fuss, if you can write such a word by sending an inkstone, then the good inkstone in the pen and ink shop in the capital has already been snatched up.

"Grandmother, you smell it, the ink is still there. ”

Old Madam Deng really lowered her head and sniffed, the faint ink fragrance made her have to believe her little granddaughter's words, and her eyes were particularly shocked when she looked at Qiao Zhao: "Third girl, when did you practice such good words?"

If you dare to say that it was because she sent the inkstone, she was in a hurry.

Qiao Zhao felt that he still had to give Mrs. Deng a more reasonable explanation, and said with an innocent face: "Mother bought a lot of Mr. Qiao's calligraphy for me to copy many years ago. ”

The corners of Old Madam Deng's mouth twitched.

Of course she knows this, but this girl's words have not been very good, otherwise why was she laughed at by Dongfu because of this that year?

Could it be that the three girls have been hidden all along?

"Third girl, since you can write such a good hand, why haven't you revealed it before?" asked Old Madam Deng tentatively.

"Well, I'm not afraid that the second sister will be angry, just like the eldest sister. Qiao Zhao said with a smile.

How to repay virtue with virtue?

She has always had a clear temper, and since the eldest girl and the second girl are familiar with wronging people, Miss Qiao naturally won't blink her eyes.

Mrs. Deng immediately believed most of this.

Dongfu has been strong for many years, although Mrs. Deng is not soft-tempered, but because of the future of her two sons, and the only grandson is still young, she will naturally not face Mai Mang with Mrs. Jiang.

The second girl in the two houses is the only one, held and coaxed by everyone, the big girl's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are clearly better than the second girl, but as long as she shows her face, she will definitely be slightly inferior to the second girl.

Mrs. Deng has seen it in her heart all these years, and she has a little more pity for the eldest girl who has lost her mother since she was a child.

I really didn't expect it, it turns out that the three girls are the same!

The old lady reached out and patted Qiao Zhao on the shoulder: "It doesn't have to be like this in the future, grandmother is willing to watch you all grow capable!"

Anyway, her eldest son is going to squat in the Hanlin Academy to compile history books until he is old, so why do you like it.