Zhao Changqing went home and said to Ling, "Today, Sister Rong was in the limelight and wrote several poems. Everyone praised her for being smart and unique.||"

Ling was honored with everyone, and looked at her little daughter with relief and smiled, "That's it."

Zhao Rong's face was light. When she was in the Li family, she had no choice but to bear it. When she got home, she couldn't help but smell the stinking face and said, "It's not interesting to write poetry with those people who don't know each other." This one called her to write poetry, and the other called her to write poetry, and she was so annoyed.

Zhao Changqing took two sips of tea and smiled at the corner of his lips, "All of them are friends, they just ask you to write a poem. You can do it again, why are you humble? If I am like my sister, I will write poems every day to others, so glorious!"

"Sister Rong, you are young and can't learn snobs." Zhao Changqing took out his elder sister's rack to teach Zhao Rong a few words before putting a teacup on his face and saying to Ling, "Mother, I'll go to Mr. Su's place to study for a while."

Ling smiled, "Go."

When Zhao Changqing left, Zhao Rong was still depressed. Ling asked with a smile, "Sister Rong, why are you not happy after going out for a long time?"

Zhao Rong pouted and said, "A bunch of people who have never studied in school always treat me as a rare thing to call me poetry. I have become the one who makes fun of them. I will never go again in the future."

Ling didn't realize that it was a big deal. As Zhao Changqing said, Ling laughed, "Isn't this what you only know how to do? Others envy you for your ability to study. If you are angry, you should be happy."

Zhao Rong said, "I can't talk to these people."

Ling's face sank and said, "What are these people? They are your cousin's house? Is it an outside? Your cousin's good intention to invite you to celebrate his birthday, but he just asked you to write two poems. Just like this, how can you make friends?"

Zhao Rong said, "Even if you make friends, you have to be in harmony with your temperament. I really can't get along with my cousin Zhu and the others."

"Why are you so weird at such a young age?" Ling sighed, "Friends can't help but get along with others, and some can't get along with each other. If you get along with others, you don't get along with others, so don't show such a face, and you can't offend others."

Zhao Rong smiled and pulled Ling's sleeve, "Mom, I'm not a fool. I've done it too. They asked me to do poetry, so how could I turn against you in public? But, I would rather study at home than go out in the future. I really can't say one thing. Mom, I'll go to read books, too."

Ling sighed, "Go."

Zhao Rong walked to the door and turned back and asked, "Mom, when will you buy me a piano?"

Ling said, "I'll discuss with your sister before talking."

Zhao Rong was displeased and responded with a smile, "I said that my grandfather gave her to her sister, I didn't allow her to take a look at her sister. Who knew that her sister actually gave her to Mr. Su. She treated her better than me, her sister."

Fortunately, Zhao Changqing had a precautionary shot. Ling laughed, "Why are you learning chess? Why don't you use chess? Mr. Su is your teacher, so you should use the best one. Don't say this outside, go to school." He felt that his little daughter was indeed a few years younger, and he was not as good as his eldest daughter. Although the Li family was a relative, in fact, the relative had just recognized him for a few years and had no interest in him. Li Baihu was her husband's immediate boss, and the two families should have sex.

At night, Ling asked her eldest daughter with some concern, "Your sister was not rude in the Li family, right?"

Zhao Changqing laughed, "No, seeing that she is not happy to write poetry, I said a few words to her, and she is happy. My mother is too spoiled for her, and she is spoiled with her temper. Sister Rong is also a good reputation since the Spring Festival. Everyone thinks it is strange, and she will call her to write poetry. She thinks a lot and thinks that everyone is enjoying her. She is so well-behaved in the ancestors' family, and at Sister Li, she has to ask for help from others, which is obviously snobbish. My mother is free to teach her when she is free. My relatives and friends are not rich and powerful families, but how many are like the Zhu family?"

"Besides, although the Zhu family is a relative, only our ancestors treat us intimately. Aunt Yuan and others are just face-saving." Zhao Changqing smiled, "You can't see rich and powerful being intimate, and those who are slightly inferior are cold. In other words, we usually walk around more often, relatives who are comparable to ours."

Ling said, "I know this. Sister Rong is young, so many people have annoyed her when she asks her to write poetry. How could she be snob? You're thinking too much."

Zhao Changqing laughed, "If there is, change it; if there is no, encourage it. For example, Aning is born with a good personality. When a relative comes, he will not be upset if he plays boxing several times."

Ling smiled, "No one asked him to play fist, he wanted to show off, let alone someone wanted to see him, he was eager to show off."

Zhao Changqing said, "Children must be so innocent and can be loved by others."

Ling's eldest daughter and son were close to each other since childhood and laughed, "How old are you, you are just a big shot."

Zhao Changqing smiled, "I looked at my younger brother and sister and felt that they were young."

Zhao Rong's reputation was spread through the Lantern Festival. Even when she went to the Zhu family to pay tribute, Mrs. Zhu really praised her.

Zhao Rongqian said, "It's just a joke in the boudoir."

Zhu Ling smiled, "I wanted to invite my sisters over last year. Sister Qing fell seriously ill, which made people worry. Sister Qing is now in Da'an. When the poetry club gathers next month, I will send you a post. You don't have to come."

Zhao Changqing responded with a smile and asked again, "Sister, do you want to invite Miss Zheng?"

Zhu Ling smiled, "I plan to invite you, but I don't know if Miss Zheng will come?"

Zhao Changqing smiled, "I think Miss Zheng is very demeanor. I heard that Censor Zheng just came to the border town and happened to invite Miss Zheng to gather together, so he will become familiar in the future."

Zhu Ling smiled, "My sister and I have gone to the same place."

"We have a heart of mind."

Zhu Ling smiled, "This time our poetry club can add several more sisters. A few days ago, I went to the Wang family with my grandmother. Now the Wang family has two more sisters. They are also girls who can paint poetry and painting. It would be best to joke together at that time."

The girls talked about poetry and painting, and Mrs. Zhu and Mrs. Zhao were talking about family matters. Mrs. Zhu asked, "Are your legs better? During the Chinese New Year this year, your elder brother sent someone to give me a few pieces of fox fur on the snow-capped mountains. I sent me two pieces of warm knees to wear, which is better than ordinary skins. I thought that your legs would not be conscious every year as soon as winter comes. I didn't take it seriously when I was young, and I would suffer when I was old. I wanted to ask someone to send it to you. I didn't remember these days when I was busy during the Chinese New Year, and I forgot it for a while. Since you are here today, you will take it with me. If you can't use it today, it will be the same for you to use it again this winter."

Old Mrs. Zhao laughed, "My mother remembers me. I didn't believe it when I said warm knees. This year, my girl made me warm knees and realized it was practical. Now she asked me to cook medicine soup to soak my feet at night, and I felt it was better than in previous years."

"Mom might as well try it too. The medicine Changqing gave me was to remove wind and dampness. I remember that my mother always struggled to fall asleep at night. My mother first asked a good doctor to take her pulse and also added a few medicines. She soaked for half an hour every day, and her legs were warm when she went to bed." Old Mrs. Zhao said very thinly, "The foot basin should be knee-length, don't be shallow. Find a maid who knows some acupoints and massages, press the acupoints on her legs every day to relieve fatigue."

Old Mrs. Zhu smiled, "You are now enjoying the blessings of your children and grandchildren."

Old Mrs. Zhao laughed, "Changqing has read some medical books now, and I will talk about these things every day. I will follow you to show off my mother." She has been a widow for most of her life. Fortunately, her children and grandchildren are filial and do not need to be rich and noble, and she lives a comfortable life.

Old Mrs. Zhu asked, "But where are you studying medicine with the female gentleman she invited?"

"Yes. Mr. Su is also proficient in medical skills. Although he is not very experienced, Changqing is interested in this, so he simply learns it with her." Although Mr. Su saved Zhao Changqing's life, the Zhao family did not make a big announcement about how great Mr. Su was. Even if Zhao Changqing recovered from his illness, he attributed all the credit to the doctor recommended by the general's mansion.

However, Mrs. Zhu saw the essence through the phenomenon and said warmly, "This female gentleman is very good and treats each other well." Without any hesitation, Mrs. Zhu naturally knew the details of the Zhao family. It was definitely not something that Zhao Changqing could grow into a girl with elegant manners and well-informed conversations that the Zhao family could teach her. Even Mrs. Zhao did not have such talent. After a brief look, she knew that it was the credit of the female gentleman who saw the head but didn't see the tail.

Old Mrs. Zhao laughed, "What my mother said is that Changqing and Mr. Su are the best. She has been studying books over the years, including piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, etc., and it is all Mr. Su's guidance and teachings."

Old Mrs. Zhu laughed, "Changqing and Sister Rong were born strange. I originally thought that it was strange to be like a little adult. Sister Rong was born with poetry and books, and she was really talented."

Old Mrs. Zhao laughed, "Yes, Sister Rong is more spiritual than Changqing in poetry. Changqing learns more things and makes more pictures. After she can draw, she makes many fresh flowers. After studying medical books for a few days, she asks to make some medicinal food under the kitchen." The granddaughters like the same thing, but people's hearts are biased. Zhao Rong also grew up with her, and likes to run into Ling's house when she has time, and is born close to her mother. Of course, this is not bad. Most children are naturally close to their mothers.

Dear. However, for Zhao Rong, who will move to Ling's Xier Room next year, of course, she did not talk to Mrs. Zhao every day. She made some small needles and threads for Mrs. Zhao from time to time, arranged to soak her feet with Chinese medicine, and massage her every day, Zhao Changqing became closer to her. Besides, what poetry and lyrics are there? Little girls may compete for victory. At the age of Mrs. Zhao, her life experience is definitely not comparable to those poems that do not eat or drink.

Old Mrs. Zhu laughed quietly, "Looking at how happy you can't even close your mouth, hurry up and keep it a little."

Old Mrs. Zhao smiled, "I was happy to see my mother."

Old Mrs. Zhu was so happy, "You are so sweet that you learn to learn."

"I am so old, but my mother still jokes with me."

The author has something to say: I have been busy moving and traveling these days, so I have fewer ones~~~~~~~~~ I saw everyone leaving messages saying that Changqing is young and speaks strangely, do you feel strange when you see Conan?~~~
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