Rebirth of the noble daughter

Feng Er frowned and looked at him. He is really the eldest brother's own son. Since he was a child, he has seen his elder brother studying hard day and night. He never thought that Yun He could do better than that. Could it be that the Feng family's love of reading can still be inherited?

Then why didn't he have this consciousness?

On the other hand, Yin Canwen who was standing next to him advised him, "Forget it, it's a good thing for the young master to be self-motivated, so let's not bother him."

I placed the food I brought back next to the charcoal brazier, worried that it would get cold, and I soaked my hands with a hot water handkerchief, and began to review what the Master said today.

The atmosphere in the room is like this, even if Feng Er wants to be lazy, it is useless, so he can only read along.

I don't know how long it has passed, it was already pitch black outside, Feng Yunhe just put down the book in his hand, his little face finally relaxed a lot, seeing that the second uncle and Uncle Yin were fighting at night with lights on, he dared not disturb him, and signaled to Hanjiang He took the food box to the next room and started eating.

Opening the food box, the food was still warm, but it was not as delicious as it was when it was first brought, but Feng Yunhe had been hungry for a long time, so he started to eat big mouthfuls now that he could take care of these.

At the age of six, it was time for him to grow his body, and recently, Feng Er would take time out to supervise him to exercise every day, so his appetite has increased a lot compared to before.

Han Jiang waited on the side, poured a cup of hot water and put it in Yunhe's hand, and said with a bit of distress, "Elder brother, eat slowly, if it is not enough, there are cakes brought from home, the third lady specially prepared them for you Yes, I’m afraid you’ll be hungry in the middle of the night and have nothing to eat.”

When mentioning his aunt, Feng Yunhe smiled happily.

"It's okay, let's keep the pastry, Second Uncle has already brought a lot of food."

Han Jiang nodded, just as he was eating in a turmoil, someone knocked on the door outside the house.

The master and servant looked at each other, Feng Yun and Cai asked loudly, "Who is there?"

If it was Second Uncle or Uncle Yin, they would have already pushed the door and entered, and they would not have knocked on the door here. Sure enough, they heard a deep voice, "Yunhe, I am Master Zhao."

Mr. Zhao is the master of Yunqi Academy who specially teaches the children entering school. His lectures are not only easy to understand, but also very interesting.

He once said in class that reading can't just look at what you have in your hand, but go deep into the folks to perceive it.

Seeds of grain in March, flowers in April, ponds in June, fruits in August, the growth of everything should be a part of learning.

Therefore, Yunhe respected Mr. Zhao very much.

"Master, wait a moment, the students will come here."

He got up and quickly tidied up his appearance, wiped the oil from his mouth with a handkerchief, and then went to open the door.

I saw Mrs. Zhao wearing a blue cotton robe and a rabbit wool felt hat on his head. It is so cold in the mountains, and he is also thin.

He is over forty years old, and looks much older than his fourth uncle, probably because he still works with the farmers at the foot of the mountain. There is an aura of fireworks in him, which makes people want to get close to him.

Just bow to Mrs. Zhao, Feng Yunhe dare not neglect.

"Get up quickly, there is no need to be polite between you and me."

"Etiquette can't be wasted. My father at home has told me to respect my master. Yunhe dare not forget."

Master Zhao looked at Feng Yunhe in front of him, and was very pleased. He was not married and had no children under his knees. In the years of being a master in the academy, he had met many good children, but none of them could compare to Feng Yun. and.

Humility and politeness, hardworking and studious, without the arrogance of an aristocratic son, given time, he will definitely be the pride of Yunqi Academy, and will also be the pillar of the Jin Dynasty in the future.

Holding a set of orphan copies that he had treasured for many years in his hand, he handed it to Feng Yunhe.

"I saw in class that you are also very interested in agriculture. This is the "Agricultural Records of the Celestial Dynasty" left over from the previous dynasty. You may wish to read it."

When Feng Yunhe heard this, his eyes lit up.

As far as he is concerned, official history needs to be learned, but miscellaneous studies should also be learned more, so that he will not read books so that he only understands the principles of sages and sages, but does not understand other people's affairs.

"Thank you, Master, the students must take a good look at it."

Cherishing it, he took it and opened the box to see that it was well preserved. Although the book was a little yellowed, it didn't affect the reading, and he saluted Master Zhao respectfully.

Glancing at the unfinished food on the table, Mrs. Zhao reached out and patted his low shoulder, sighing, "It's great that the Feng family has a child like you."

The language is simple, but the emotion is strong.

Feng Yunhe was also happy to hear this in his heart, and felt that he had to work harder so as not to disappoint the trust of so many people.

The night was getting thicker and thicker, the moon was hanging in the sky like a hook, and the surrounding stars were twinkling.

On the second day, the two uncles and nephews got up early and walked in the yard.

At the same time, Feng Er also taught him some simple self-defense techniques. Fighting is useless, but self-protection is fine.

When he was teaching carefully, he saw Wen Mengsheng walking in with the boy.

He looked like a noble young man again, pretending to be warm and gentle wherever he went, and Feng Er's face immediately turned bad when he saw it.

I didn't like him before, mostly because A Yao hated him, but now after hearing about the marriage between the Wen family and Princess Changlin, I completely despise him.

Liang Pan is weak, but Wen Mengsheng is vicious.

Using their own family members as stepping stones to pave the road to Qingyun in the future, Wen's father and son did a great job!

Knowing that he was coming, she didn't bother to talk to him, and said to Feng Yunhe, "Look ahead and concentrate on practicing."

"Brother Feng." Wen Mengsheng is very polite, but it's a pity that Feng Er didn't even raise his eyelids, he just taught Feng Yunhe how to practice the game.

Being so neglected, Wen Mengsheng naturally felt resentment in his heart, but he came today because he had something important to do, so he had to pretend that he didn't feel Feng Er's dislike, and continued.

"Brother Feng, my father and I heard that Bai Xiang is seriously ill, and there is a bottle of Qian Ling Pill handed down from his family at home, which may be able to cure Bai Xiang's condition." After speaking, he took out the medicine bottle from his arms and handed it to him.

The sincerity of the attitude makes people feel that Wen's family has a heart, and they can even take out the ancestral elixir.

It's a pity that Feng Er didn't take this kind of thing, and said to Wen Mengsheng coldly, "Mr. Wen, keep this stuff for your own use. My grandfather's illness has the panacea sent by the Holy Majesty, and he will recover naturally."

Wen Mengsheng was so angry that he almost had a fit, but his father had explained the things to be done, so he could only bear it.

"Brother Feng, there is no grievance between you and me. Why are you so repulsive? This medicine is a rare treasure. Even if Prime Minister Bai has the medicine from His Majesty, it will be fine for you to accept it."

"Hey, Mr. Wen said this. Of course, you and I have no grudges, but I have never owed favors. I took this bottle of medicine from you today. I'm afraid I have to pay it back with myself tomorrow."

The words satirize the Wen family's father and son's cannibalism.