After coming to Zhuangzi, Yuan Zhao did not fall behind in his studies. He and his eighth sister went to his mother's courtyard every day to attend classes.

After class, everyone went back to the courtyard to copy books, practice calligraphy, recite and memorize, etc. Nvhong also wanted to learn, and was taught by the tortoiseshell aunt in Yuanzhao courtyard.

Tortoiseshell's needlework was learned from a female official in the old dynasty. Not only was this female official outstanding in needlework, but her embroidery also included the characteristics of the Kyushu countries, and evolved into a unique style exclusive to her.

The female officer took in a total of three disciples, and Tortoiseshell followed the Jiang family; another disciple was willing to be a concubine, but died of a difficult childbirth. The last one, after the death of Beicang, lived among the people with his master, the female officer.

Where to go.

"I don't know if they are still alive." Aunt Tortoiseshell lamented when she mentioned the past during the teaching period.

"Not knowing is good news. When you are alive, you have to have something to look forward to." Yuan Zhao said, sitting upright in front of the embroidery frame.

Yes, Tortoiseshell calmed down, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, and then laughed at himself. He was laughing at his age, but he was comforted by a little girl.

The two of them talked leisurely, and the eighth girl Fangqin beside them had a slight sweat on her forehead, trying to concentrate on her embroidery work.

"Eighth girl, when doing embroidery, you must have steady hands and a calm mind. Don't be anxious." Tortoiseshell saw her embarrassment and reminded her gently.

"Yeah." The eighth girl nodded guiltily, looking a little frightened.

"Sister, why are you in a hurry? There is no urgent need at home. Slow work will produce fine work." Yuan Zhao said, his little hands flexibly threaded the needle and thread, and quickly completed an embroidery using the stitches taught by Tortoiseshell this morning. "Auntie, look, I

How good is your embroidery?"

Huh? Tortoiseshell came over and took a look, with a happy face on his face. He stretched out his hand to caress the solid and smooth embroidery and praised it repeatedly:

"Well, the embroidery is good..."

"Thank you, aunt. I'm leaving then. I'm going to practice." Yuan Zhao stood up calmly and raised his hand to say hello to the speechless tortoise shell and eighth girl, "Sister, come on!"

Before anyone could get up and say goodbye, she had already disappeared without a trace.

Jia, what does Jia oil mean?

The eighth girl's face turned red with shame. After hurriedly standing up and bowing, she sat back in front of her embroidery frame with a sad face.

I couldn't help but look at the tortoise shell, and I couldn't help but say words of comfort:

"Eight girls, don't be impatient. The princess is impatient and doesn't care about embroidery. She only needs to understand it a little bit. You don't have to compare with her. The saying that slow work produces fine work is quite reasonable. You can think carefully and embroider in your own style."

That’s what you call your ability.”

"Yes," the eighth girl nodded obediently and gave her a blessing while holding back her tears, "Thank you, Auntie, for your teaching."

Alas, as soon as I heard it, I knew I had a knot in my heart. Tortoiseshell sighed slightly and said with a smile:

"Go on."

The princess is smart and can draw inferences about anything she learns. She is born with it.

In the past, she was living abroad and had little contact with the sisters in the house. Now that she is back, the fourth and fifth girls have grown up, and the eighth girl is left to study with Nuhong. She unconsciously compares the differences between the two, and it is inevitable that there will be some differences between them.

mood.

If it weren't for the Madam's instructions to treat everyone equally and not to let the princess and other sisters get hurt, Tortoiseshell wouldn't have to take into account the eighth girl's fragile self-esteem.

Sometimes, she felt really tired for the princess.

At a young age, he had to calmly deal with the malice and assassinations from the opposite world; when he returned to the house, in addition to his studies and various skills, he also had to take care of the relationship between brothers and sisters, and maintain an optimistic spirit to comfort them, the servants.

Alas, the princess was born at the wrong time! If Beicang was still here, why would she and her wife have to compromise?

Tortoiseshell was filled with emotion in her heart, her expression remained unchanged, and she still patiently pointed out the mistakes in the Eight Girls' acupuncture techniques.

Despite this, the eighth girl was still unhappy. When she returned to her mother's courtyard, she threw herself into Lan Ji's arms, choking and complaining.

The daughter is not very capable, and her legitimate daughter has shattered her self-esteem to pieces. What can a mother do other than give gentle advice?

You can't go to your wife and accuse your eldest daughter of being too smart and don't show some mercy to your concubine, right?

"Diligence can make up for weakness. If my son refuses to admit defeat, then he will go back to his room and continue practicing." Lan Ji reluctantly advised, "Miss Ninth is the princess, and she has to bear much heavier responsibilities than your brothers and sisters. Don't worry about your body."

I don’t know the blessings among the blessings.”

She hugged the child and said with a lot of emotions:

"Son, we must know how to be grateful. In the past, concubines and concubines did not sit at the same table. When she stood, you could not sit; when she sat down, you had to kneel; she is the master, you are the servant, and your children are also servants. Now you

You are loved by the marquis, cared about by your wife, and treated as a compatriot by the princess' sister-in-law. You are much luckier than other girls from other families.

Don't ruin the peaceful situation in front of you because of your own selfish thoughts..."

Yuan Zhao, the eldest daughter who has been away from her parents since she was three years old, is not so easy to get along with. If it weren't for my wife's good teaching, these brothers and sisters would not be able to survive.

However, these words cannot be spoken directly to the children. Qin'er is still young and cannot be compared with the precocious legitimate daughter.

Seeing that Aniang was about to speak but hesitated, the eighth girl raised her head in confusion:

"Then what?"

"Nothing else, Qin'er, you have to remember that you and the princess are biological sisters. If she is good, you and the other brothers and sisters can be good; if she is not good, you and your brother will be slaughtered by others, do you understand?

Both have the surname Beiyue, and if one is prosperous, both will be prosperous, and if one is devastated, both will be devastated..."

Lan Ji hugged her daughter and sighed as she stared at the falling snow outside the window.

In the evening, Lanji went alone to the lady's courtyard to plead guilty, and begged that she would teach the eighth girl's studies and prostitution.

Facing Mrs. Jiang’s puzzled gaze, she smiled helplessly and said truthfully:

"Madam originally had good intentions and wanted to get the girls closer. But Qin'er is young and dull, and is not as smart as the princess. If things go on like this, I am afraid that she will get distracted and hate her out of jealousy.

Complaints..."

She is a noble daughter of the Sanglan Kingdom. She is not as knowledgeable as Jiang, but she is far better than ordinary women. She is more than capable of teaching her children how to behave.

Moreover, she is a biological mother, so she can hit and scold her without any worries.

"Okay then." Ms. Jiang thought for a while and nodded in agreement, "You don't have to worry about Ji Wen's studies. The Marquis said that he should learn how to deal with things from Feng Changshi. His second brother will return home in the future.

Personally supervising and teaching him will never delay him."

For the son of the family, she only serves as an enlightenment teacher. When he grows up, it is more appropriate for him to be taught by a man.

"Thank you, Madam." Lan Ji bowed down happily and left.

"Mother," just after Lan Ji left, Fifth Girl Wuxia came in to report with a look of helplessness, "The princess sent someone again to ask for fruit spicy sauce. She said there will be no barbecue tonight and they will have hot pot."

"Hot pot?" Ms. Jiang frowned.

"She took the nickname Wen Ding by herself, and she also slightly improved the tripod." Wuxia said worriedly, "Since Medical Officer Yu is away, her food has become more and more casual. Mother, please advise her. She said if I don't

If you give it, she will send someone to steal it."

After being together for so long, she finally understood.

This ninth sister is a little brat. If you talk to her about etiquette, she will talk about your feelings; if you talk to her about reason, she will talk about your strength. How can I, a girl from a boudoir, have the strength of a gentleman on the throne?

The dignified princess has no moral ethics!

Mrs. Jiang held her forehead, oh, she had a headache: "What did she do today?"

"After completing the homework assigned by you, study the eight biochemical diagrams, and practice the exercises the rest of the time." She was very busy, and the fifth girl was deeply impressed. "Oh, the maid next to my daughter said that she sent someone to tell the concierge that her father had

Tell her as soon as you get back."
Chapter completed!