However, the eldest husband can bend and stretch, so he bent his lips and smiled, and apologized again and again: "I have not thought it through in my mouth, and I hereby sincerely apologize, and I hope that the general will punish me, and if you want to beat it, you will scold and listen to it."

Wen Ran looked thoughtfully at his younger brother who cared so much about a woman for the first time, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile.

So he added fuel to the fire and said: "Whether the princess of this world will stay or not depends on your meaning." In any case, when the dust settles, I believe that with my brother's ability, you will naturally be able to appease Mrs. Cheng soon. ”

Is it?

Wen Qiao nodded quietly and did not speak.

I don't know if it's his delusion, Xiao Lan always felt that the coolness in his head lasted for a long time, and when he saw that it was not early outside, he hurriedly excused himself to leave first.

Wen Ran also thought about going back to discuss things with the prince, said goodbye to him, and went to say goodbye to Mrs. Cheng.

However, the old lady saw that it was not easy for her to go back to the house, so she took her to eat and had a lively meal.

At the dinner table, she took care of her parents' diet gently, elegantly and generously, and said thoughtfully: "Daddy, my daughter can't wait by your side for a long time, and that kid from Qiao'er also goes outside to fight on the battlefield from time to time, you have to take care of yourself." ”

Mrs. Cheng's eyes were already red, and she wiped her tears while holding Wen Ran's hand, not wanting to let go.

Wen Ran continued to say quietly: "In the end, the mansion wants to cultivate more credible people who can take care of you. Mrs. Qiao'er, you are young and ignorant, you are more tolerant, after all, it is still a family, don't you say? ”

Now Wen Qiao's look is like that, I am afraid that his feelings for his brother and daughter-in-law are not ordinary, and he can help him say a good word in front of his mother, which can be regarded as a gesture.

Speaking of this, Mrs. Cheng vented quite dissatisfiedly: "That orphan girl is an orphan girl in the end, she doesn't look like a lady at all, and she doesn't know how to respect the elderly...... Don't talk about her, she gets angry when she talks about it. ”

Mrs. Cheng's venting still caused the dissatisfaction of the old marquis, who didn't want her daughter to come back and listen to these trivial things, so she also shut up and said some other topics.

After accompanying them to finish eating, Wen Ran also said goodbye and took people back to the prince's mansion.

After reading the letters sent from all over the country for a while, Wen Qiao asked Ling a few words, and suddenly the conversation changed and asked casually: "Is it time for dinner?" ”

Yes?

Such a sudden question made Ling Yi look at the sky, puzzled and confused, so he nodded, quite a bit of a puzzled monk.

For a while, he couldn't understand what his master wanted him to do.

Before he could ask again, he saw a glimpse in front of him, and the master had long since disappeared.

He looked at the letters on the table, pressed his rather messy thoughts, and packed up the confidential documents for his master.

In Zhao Qingyan's yard.

In line with the principle of studying well and growing up healthily for children, this afternoon, Zhao Qingyan followed Wen Zichen very seriously to read and study together.

It's just that she didn't expect that she would fall asleep when she looked at it, and no one called her, and even when she woke up, she still had the cloak that Wen Zichen asked someone to put on her.

She felt quite guilty, and accompanied Wen Zichen to practice the brush for a while, and then watched him read ancient books with difficulty.

Zhao Qingyan, who was full of confidence, felt that no matter what he said, he had studied anyway, and it would not be a problem to memorize the ancient sayings of junior high and high school.

But she never expected that this would be the case.

Wen Zichen asked seriously and softly: "Mother, things have the beginning and the end, and the beginning knows the order, how to deal with sentence reading?" ”

Isn't this "University", Zhao Qingyan's eyes lit up, she still knows how to break sentences, and this difficulty is not in her eyes.

Mingyan smiled slyly: "Things have a beginning and an end, and things have an end. ”

"What do you mean?" Wen Zichen actually didn't really understand, or saw that she was bored here alone, so she was very sensible and considerate to find a way, wanting her to feel a sense of accomplishment.

The direction of things is a little more unexpected.

Zhao Qingyan frowned, trying to find a little bit of the foundation for translating classical Chinese from his brain full of recipes, but unfortunately he couldn't succeed after trying hard for a long time.

She couldn't help but lament, since she was employed and had been cooking modern private dishes for many years, no one had ever tested this kind of crepe thing.

God knows how much she hated this kind of classical Chinese that needed to be translated when she was studying.

Isn't the original sentence beautiful? Why translate into vernacular? It's hard to accept that I have crossed over to a place where a woman is virtuous if she is not talented, and she still wants to let her read classical Chinese? There is no reason for it!

After watching Wen Zichen for a while, she silently shut up.

Because she found that without her interference, Wen Zichen's self-taught textbook that stunned him countless times could double the speed.

She comforted herself who had already burst into tears in her heart, this may be because people are genetically different, right?

She was very helpless and wanted to try to read an ancient book recipe by herself, but after reading it for a long time, she found nothing, but saw Wen Zichen's eyes that seemed to be speechless from time to time.

"If there is any problem, just say it, and my mother will tell you if she can solve it." She looked at Wen Zichen affectionately and pretended to be calm to hide her embarrassment.

Wen Zichen hesitated for a moment, but still reminded the apricot-faced peach-cheeked woman: "Mother, you took the book backwards." ”

“……？” Is that so? She chuckled awkwardly and turned the book upside down, no wonder she didn't understand it.

However, even if it was reversed, the incomprehensible facts did not disappear because of this, and she was still as sad as ever.

Why does even a recipe have to be written so profoundly?

Oh no, the master who took her at that time said that the three hundred and sixty ancient techniques were passed down from generation to generation, and there are not many skilled people who know how to read, otherwise the culture left behind will be even more brilliant.

She looked at it alone for a while, and finally put down the book in confusion and helplessness, and was so distracted that she went to outer space, and Wen Zichen was also very sensitive and didn't ask her again.

Faintly, it seems to hear the voice of pothos hesitating.

"Madam, someone is looking for ......"

How wonderful is this crisp and graceful nightingale's voice!

"Come now!" Zhao Qingyan, who was still alive and dead just now, left here with a flexible carp and a smile.

Before leaving, he smiled quite seriously and regretfully: "Hey, it's really not that my mother doesn't want to read books with you, after all, book knowledge is a weapon for cultivating people's sentiments, and it is the first step towards the vast world." But you also saw that someone was looking for me, as a polite person, we can't make guests wait for a long time, Chen'er said, right? Study hard, and my mother will come back soon. ”

Wen Zichen also nodded solemnly, pretending that he didn't see the corners of her mouth that she couldn't suppress when she raised wildly, and read the book obediently.

Zhao Qingyan, who walked out of the study, was beautiful for a while, and immediately jumped up actively, it feels good that she doesn't have to read, thank God for giving her a chance to work hard, she must be a good person!

Looking at her pure joy and jubilant steps, the pothos couldn't keep up with her anymore, and quietly swallowed the words that came to her mouth.