The Reborn Noble Daughter

Chapter 168 168.Flattery

Feng Er frowned and looked at him. He was really his eldest brother's biological son. He had seen his eldest brother studying hard day and night since he was a child. He didn't expect Yunhe to go as far as he did. Is it possible that the Feng family's love of reading could be inherited?

Then why doesn't he have this awareness?

However, Yin Canwen, who was standing next to him, advised him, "Forget it, it's a good thing that the young master is motivated, so we won't disturb him."

He placed the food he brought back next to the charcoal brazier, fearing that it would get cold, and soaked his hands in hot water and began to review what Master said today.

The atmosphere in the room was like this. It was useless for Feng Er to be lazy, so he had no choice but to read a book.

I don't know how much time passed, but it was already dark outside. Feng Yunhe put down the book in his hand, and his face finally relaxed a lot. Seeing that his second uncle and uncle Yin were both burning the midnight oil, he didn't dare to disturb him and signaled to Han Jiang. He picked up the food box and went to the room next to him to start eating.

After opening the food box, the food was still warm, but it was not as tasty and delicious as when it was first brought out. However, Feng Yunhe had been hungry for a long time, so he could not take care of this at this moment, so he started to eat in big mouthfuls.

Six years old is when he starts to grow, and Feng Er takes time out to supervise his physical exercise every day, so his appetite has increased a lot compared to before.

Hanjiang waited on the side, poured a cup of hot water and put it in Yunhe's hand, and said with some distress, "Brother, eat more slowly. If it's not enough, there are also pastries brought from home. The third lady specially prepared them for you." Yes, I’m just worried that you’ll be hungry and have nothing to eat in the middle of the night.”

Feng Yunhe Meiyan smiled happily when she mentioned her aunt.

"It doesn't matter, let's keep the pastries. My second uncle has already brought a lot of food."

Hanjiang nodded. Just when he was eating so much, someone knocked on the door outside the house.

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

If it were the second uncle or Uncle Yin, they would have pushed the door in long ago and would not have knocked on the door. Sure enough, they heard a deep voice, "Yunhe, I am Master Zhao."

Master Zhao is the master who specializes in teaching the children entering Yunqi Academy. His classes are easy to understand and very interesting.

He once said in class that when reading, you should not just look at what you have in your hands, but you should go deep into the people to feel it.

The grain seeds in March, the flowers blooming in April, the ponds in June, the fruits in August, the growth of all things should be part of learning.

Therefore, Yunhe respected Master Zhao very much.

"Master, wait a moment, the student will be here."

He stood up and quickly tidied up his appearance, wiped the oil around his mouth with his handkerchief, and then opened the door.

I saw Mrs. Zhao wearing a green cotton robe and a rabbit felt hat on his head. It was cold in the mountains and he was also thin.

He was over forty years old and looked much older than his fourth uncle. He probably still worked with the farmers at the foot of the mountain. He had the aura of earthly fireworks about him that made people want to get close to him.

Feng Yunhe bowed to Master Zhao and did not dare to neglect.

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

"Etiquette should not be wasted. My father told me at home that you should respect your master. Yunhe dare not forget it."

Master Zhao looked at Feng Yunhe in front of him and was very pleased. He was not married and had no children. Over the years he had been a master in the academy, he had met many children with good roots, but none of them were as good as Feng Yun. and.

He is humble, courteous, diligent and studious, and has none of the arrogance of a young master from an aristocratic family. In time, he will be the pride of Yunqi Academy, and will also be the pillar of the Jin Dynasty in the future.

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

"I saw in class that you are also very interested in agriculture. This is the "Celestial Farming Chronicle" left over from the previous dynasty. You might as well read it."

Feng Yunhe's eyes lit up when he heard this.

For him, he should learn official history, but he should also understand more miscellaneous subjects, so that he would not read books and only understand the teachings of sages and sages, but not understand other people's affairs.

"Thank you, Master. The students will definitely look good."

Cherishing it, I opened the box and saw that it was very well preserved. Although the book was a little yellowed, it did not affect reading. I saluted Master Zhao respectfully.

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

The language is simple, but the emotion is strong.

Feng Yunhe was happy after hearing this, and felt more and more that he had to work harder to not let down the trust of so many people.

The night became darker and darker, the moon hung like a hook in the sky, and the surrounding stars twinkled.

The next day, the uncle and nephew got up early and walked in the yard.

At the same time, Feng Er also taught him some simple self-defense techniques. It would be useless for him to fight, but he could protect himself.

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

He looked like a handsome nobleman again, pretending to be warm and gentle wherever he went. Feng Er's face turned bad instantly when he saw him.

I couldn't get used to him before, mostly because A Yao hated him, but now after hearing about the marriage between the Wen family and Princess Changlin, she completely despises him.

Liang Pan was weak, but Wen Mengsheng was ruthless.

Using their own family as stepping stones to pave the way for the future, the Wen family and his son have done an incredible job!

Even though she knew he was coming, she didn't bother to pay attention to him and said to Feng Yunhe, "Look ahead and concentrate on practicing."

"Brother Feng." Wen Mengsheng was very polite, but it was a pity that Feng Er didn't even raise his eyelids and only taught Feng Yunhe how to stabilize his foot plate.

Being ignored in this way, Wen Mengsheng naturally felt resentful in his heart. Unfortunately, he had important matters to come here today, so he had to pretend not to feel Feng Er's dislike and continue talking.

"Brother Feng, I and my father heard that Bai Xiang is seriously ill. There is a bottle of Qianling Pill passed down from our ancestors at home, which may be able to cure Bai Xiang's condition." After saying this, he took out the medicine bottle from his arms and handed it over.

The sincerity of the attitude made people feel that the Wen family was thoughtful and could even produce the elixir passed down from their ancestors.

Unfortunately, Feng Er did not accept this trick and said coldly to Wen Mengsheng, "Young Master Wen, please keep this thing for your own use. Grandfather's illness will be cured naturally with the miraculous medicine sent by the Holy One."

Wen Mengsheng was so angry that he almost had a fit on the spot, but his father had told him what he had to do, so he could only endure this tone.

"Brother Feng, there is no grudge between you and me, right? Why do you refuse people thousands of miles away? This medicine is a rare treasure. Even if Prime Minister Bai has given the medicine to you, it won't be a big deal for you to accept it."

"Hey, what Mr. Wen said, of course you have no grudges against me, but I never owe anyone any favors. If I accept this bottle of medicine from you today, I'm afraid I'll have to pay it back to myself tomorrow."

The words mocked the Wen family's father and son's habit of eating people without spitting out their bones.