The child recovered quickly, and after February, Ling Tong was already moving freely.

After this incident, she seems to have grown up a lot all of a sudden, and the appearance of the yellow baby teeth before is not visible at all, and there are more words, and the dark eyes are full of aura, and they are quite eye-catching.

On this day, Ling Tong is following his brother Ling Fang to write, Ling Fang has an open personality, is well-read and knowledgeable, and is proficient in articles, poems and books.

The swallow came in and said, "Young Master, Third Miss, a young man is coming to visit!" ”

Ling Tong put down his pen and didn't recognize it after looking at it for a while, Ling Fang arched his hand and stepped forward to greet him: "Brother Murong Xian, don't come to harm?" It's an honor to be here today. ”

"Brother Fang is good...... Sister Ling Tong is well...... I was ordered by my master to come to visit my little junior sister," he said, looking at Ling Tong.

The master in his mouth is naturally Guo Daobo, not the Qing Yan in Ling Tong's mouth.

Ling Tong hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Brother Sanmo is good!" She remembered that Sang Mo was Guo Daobo's disciple.

In fact, this Sang Mo was born in Murong Xiangfu, the second son born to Guo Chulan, the wife of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Guo Chulan is Guo Tantu's only daughter, married to Murong Xun, the son of Murong Mansion, and Sang Mo was born in the seventh year after marriage.

Because of its eight-character coincidence, the ugly moon noon of the year, two or two ** auspicious signs, by the patriarch Guo Daobo fancy as a disciple, has been involved in the host of various sacrificial celebrations in the clan, this year is eleven years old, not very old, very good manners, and good looks, very much loved by the elders.

"Master ordered me to send four pieces of the study room and a book of rituals, saying that after my sister recovered, she would go to school with me in the East Pavilion Hall." I saw that the study room he brought was very small, not the style used by ordinary men, one side of the inkstone was only the size of Ling Tong's palm, carved with a goose with water plants, the carving was very lovely, it can be seen that the intention is full.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Senior Brother!" Ling Tong took it and liked it very much.

"What has Brother Sang Mo read lately?" Ling Fang is a scholar after all, so he can't help but care.

"Sang Mo is still a little knowledgeable, except for learning the classics of etiquette with his master, he only read the Analects and Mencius......

"What book did Brother Ling Fang read?"

"I love to read military books?"

"Oh? Unexpectedly, Brother Fang would love to read military books...... "Sang Mo was very surprised.

"I don't know what military books Brother Fang has read?"

"I have finished reading The Art of War and Taigong Liutao, and I am now reading the Six Chapters of Wu Zi, "Tuguo" and "Expected Enemy...... As for "Governing the Army" and "On Generals", the four articles of "Change" and "Lishi" have not yet had time to be read carefully......"

"I don't want Brother Fang to be a few years older than Sang Mo, but he has read so many books, admire...... Admire ......"

The two talked about the military book very speculatively, and Ling Tong didn't want to listen to it more, so he walked out of the study alone.

When I looked up and saw that the sky was clear and the clouds were long, I walked along the verandah to the garden, and as soon as I stepped into the garden, I heard the chatter, and a girl smiled: "The wind is blowing, the swallow tightens the line, don't fly far!" ”

When I looked up, I saw a beautiful butterfly kite flying in the wind! I can't help but be happy.

Seeing that it was Ling Tong, the girls smiled and hurriedly called: "The third lady is here?" Third Miss, come and see, isn't the red dragonfly painted by the second young master particularly good-looking?! ”

Following the direction of the swallow's finger, under a leafy camphor tree, there is a stone painting case of white marble, all kinds of stationery supplies are readily available, a thin young man in white shirt is holding a pen to draw, this young man is none other than the second young master Ling Zhou, the brother of Ling Fang's brother Ling Tong; Born delicate and elegant, he doesn't like to talk much on weekdays, hates to be lively, and is good at calligraphy and painting.

"Oops! Second brother, the kite you drew is really beautiful! ”

"Can you give me this red dragonfly kite?"

Ling Zhouyan frowned slightly, and said lightly: "The girls like this, I'm just socializing, if you want, I'll draw another picture with you!" ”

"Then I'm going to have a dragonfly ...... too"

"What's so good about that dragonfly, I'll draw a peony for you!"

"Why? I don't want peonies! Ling Tong was a little aggrieved, she liked this red dragonfly quite a lot.

Ling Zhou put down his pen, his expression was gloomy, and he softened his voice: "How can the flying cordyceps grasshopper be given to my sister?" How about I draw a lotus flower for you? ”

It is also strange to say that Ling Tong, who was originally aggrieved, was resolved by his soft words, and nodded dumbly; Seeing that his sister was well-behaved, he couldn't help but smile slightly, this smile was just like the falling flowers in late spring, but it was also warm and faint with sadness that he couldn't tell where it came from......

Ling Tong is still young, but he is smart but he is clear, he only feels that this second brother is always separated by a veil, and he is not as warm and close as the eldest brother.

When Ling Zhou painted the lotus, Ling Tong looked at it with his cheeks, he didn't speak, Ling Tong didn't speak, seeing him with a few strokes, a light water lotus flower had jumped on the paper, and then changed the pen and added a lotus leaf, a few wisps of clear waves, picked it up and looked at it a few times, seemed to be quite satisfied, and then handed it to Ling Tong.

"Wait until the ink is dry, then ask someone to string it, and then you can take it and put it away......"

"Oh"

Ling Tong carefully held the lotus kite all the way, because the painting was so beautiful, he was reluctant to let it go, for fear of breaking it or losing it!

When he entered the door, he saw that Sang Mo was already gone, and Ling Fang was flipping through the books on the shelf.

"Big brother, look! The lotus kite that my second brother drew for me! ”

Ling Fang looked at her hand and praised: "In terms of painting, no one can compare to Ling Zhou!" This rhyme does not seem to come from a family at all, but it is like the work of a boudoir lady, more than beautiful, not strong enough, and his temperament is ......"

"Isn't it good?" Ling Tong asked stupidly, always feeling that the eldest brother didn't appreciate it.

"Of course it's good, the key is that Tong'er likes it!"

"What, are you reluctant to put it away?"

"That's right, it would be a pity if it flew away," Ling Tong said

Ling Fang scratched her nose and said, "Then, my brother will help you hang it in your tent, and you can see it every day when you look up?" ”

"Good!" Ling Tong clapped his palm.

At this time, Wu's mother happened to walk in: "What is so happy?" ”

"Mother Wu, look, the lotus kite that my second brother drew for me!" Ling Tong ran to Wu's mother's side, and Wu's mother echoed, "Well, it's really good-looking!" Lingzhou's painting is stronger than others! Ming'er, I'll take you to let it go! ”

Ling Fang looked at his sister from the side, she was no longer as sick and unrefreshed as she was a child, her face was also bloody, and she was strong and bright, and she was very happy.