Xiao Xiao observed her words, and it seemed that Feng Wuji was not without feelings for Aunt Mei. The talk of falling out of favor was just the talk of slaves.
However, Feng Wuji didn't go to Aunt Mei's place for many years, and he didn't even know that Aunt Mei was ill. He only asked hypocritically now, which shows that he is also a complete scumbag!
Xiao Xiao snorted coldly and lowered her head. Sooner or later, she would take her mother away from this house that eats people but never spits out their bones.
Feng Wuji couldn't help but feel a little upset when he saw that these concubines wouldn't let him live in peace as soon as he got home. He waved his hand, "You all go back and have a rest. I'm tired too. I'll test your homework later."
After saying that, someone opened the gift from Feng Ruoli and looked at it. It was a copy of "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.
It was just a book on the Art of War without any annotations by King Xiaoyao. He had read a lot of books and had already memorized it by heart, so he wasn't very interested and put it aside.
Feng Ruoli suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball, listless, and left with Aunt Xue reluctantly.
When everyone walked to the door, Tingfeng Wuji said: "Xiao'er, please stay here. My father has something to tell you."
Feng Ruoli's heart suddenly felt like it was soaked in sour plum soup, it was so sore that it was about to break.
Xiao Xiao walked up to Feng Wuji, not afraid, but looked at him openly.
Feng Wuji smiled slightly, "Xiao'er, do you still remember when your father taught you how to read?"
Xiao Xiao nodded and said in a crisp voice: "Of course I remember. I have always insisted on reading and practicing calligraphy."
Feng Wuji nodded and said with approval: "Your poem about the expedition of the general is very good. It has some character. You must continue to work hard."
Xiao Xiao nodded obediently.
Feng Wuji picked up a few books and gave them to her. Xiao Xiao thanked her hurriedly and started to read them as if she couldn't put them down.
Feng Wuji stared at her for a long time and sighed slightly. Madam Sima was right. This girl started to grow up and gradually looked like Aunt Mei.
Quite a few years ago, Aunt Mei was also a stunning beauty, elegant and refined, with extraordinary literary talent. She was an extremely skilled pipa player.
It's a pity that the beauty is no longer there, and the beauty is as dust.
After sitting there for a long time, he saw that Xiao Xiao seemed sleepy and said, "Xiao'er, please go back."
Xiao Xiao was bored out of his mind for a long time and was just waiting for these words. As soon as he heard what he said, he immediately left and led the girl back to sleep.
Early the next morning, Xiao Xiao took Xia Juan and Dong Zhu to the main courtyard to pay their respects to Mrs. Sima.
Mrs. Sima was sitting on the Arhat bed. Before Xiao Xiao entered, her face was gloomy and she stared at the door with vicious eyes.
As soon as Xiao Xiao appeared next to the flower canopy, she immediately put on her clothes and had a kind face. She looked at her with a smile and said happily: "Thirteenth girl, your father said that you would go to Qingyun Academy to study."
Because Xiao Xiao had been detained at home, she didn't know much about Qingyun Academy, but Feng Ruoli, who was chasing Xiao Xiao outside to greet her but was blocked by Aunt Fang, knew it very well.
Qingyun Academy?
The ugly monster is actually going to Qingyun Academy?
She hasn't gone yet?
The third lady of this family is the only one left, so why should that ugly guy Xiao Xiao be allowed to go?
Does she know what an academy is?
Does she know what Qingyun Academy means?
In Daqi, where all the people are martial arts, Qingyun Academy's status is much higher than those of martial arts academies, and it is highly respected and admired by the world.
Even among the famous and powerful families, there is a popular saying, "Be a good man, and you will win the high ranking list."
