Murong Qingran followed Qi Ke to read and write, and his temperament was indeed somewhat restrained, at least in Murong He's eyes, the daughter of his eldest brother Murong Su, who had been giving him a headache, finally knew how to salute him in a proper manner, although he still couldn't call him 'Dad', but Murong He was very satisfied, anyway, he didn't want Murong Qingran to be full of talent and be a well-informed Miss Houfu, in that case, he should be on guard.

There are many courtyards in the Jiyang Hou Mansion, and Murong Qingran also has a separate courtyard, which is also equipped with a small cook, if she doesn't want to eat with Murong He's family, she can hide here and only eat her own.

However, there are pros and cons, and the biggest disadvantage is that this place is closest to Murong He.

If Murong He wanted to come and see her, he could get there by walking a few steps.

Perhaps, in the eyes of other people in the mansion, the fifth miss seems to be more favored than the Hou Mansion's Miss Murong Qingluan. However, this kind of love made Murong Qingran uncomfortable. Murong He was her father-killing enemy, every time she saw him, she couldn't help but want to kill him, she couldn't bear it anymore, so she stuck a needle in the little puppet with Murong He's birthday written on it. The little puppet was sewn for her by the nurse, and she was young at the time, but she also vaguely knew that in the book, this practice was called witchcraft.

Fortunately, Murong Qingluan and her sisters live far away, especially the difficult Murong Qingluan, who will come to her when there is nothing to do, generally, Murong Qingran can hide and hide, but she really can't hide, so she simply pretends to be deaf and dumb, and lets Murong Qingluan talk to herself alone, she is a mute, so naturally she doesn't need to talk.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Even after saying a few words, Murong Qingran didn't react, Murong Qingluan was angry, she came to find this little mute to go out early in the morning to play, but this little mute hid in his small study to read the "Three Character Classic", laughing to death, the three-year-old child only read the "Three Character Classic", Murong Qingran, this little mute, actually learned a "Three Character Classic" for a full month, you say stupid or not.

Murong Qingran glanced at Murong Qingluan indifferently, and continued to bury his head in reading the "Three Character Classic", but what he silently recited in his heart was "Three Strategies and Six Taos".

"Since Miss Murong Si is also here, then please sit down together." Coincidentally, Qi Ke also came to teach with a copy of the "Three Character Classic" and sat on the gentleman's seat.

"What's there to learn about the "Three Character Classic", Miss Ben will know it very early." Murong Qingluan sat down next to Murong Qingluan arrogantly, she looked up at Qi Ke, who was half-haired and white-haired, and said disdainfully in her heart, she was still so unknown after learning a lot of age, but it was just like that, unlike Master Dong, who taught her, who was famous in Qizhou and famous.

Qi Ke took in Murong Qingluan's contempt, he smiled slightly, opened the scroll, and said slowly, "At the beginning of people, they all came to the world with good thoughts, but as they grew older, the innate goodness disappeared little by little. The two Miss Murong know what is the most difficult thing in this world, that is, goodness. One thought is good, and the other thought is evil...... People's ** is endless, many times, in order to fill a selfish desire, they will unconsciously bury their own good thoughts, their own conscience, become unscrupulous, and even forget who they are...... No matter how much talent you have, no matter how much you are full of economy, if you don't even understand a child's "Three Character Classic", and you don't know that the first goodness is the beginning of everything, then you can't read the rest of the books. ”

Murong Qingluan was shocked when she heard this, since she was literate and literate, no gentleman had taught her how to behave, and no gentleman had told her that being a man was actually more important than learning.