She squatted down, her eyes parallel to the table, and her face bulged. Now, she broke the desk when she entered her mother's small study for the first time.

Thanks to her knowledge, she recognized that this was a calligraphy case carved from a whole piece of Zui Songyuan wood, which had the effect of concentrating and calming the mind and refreshing the mind. It was of great value. The color was pure red-brown, and the cracks on it were fine, but they were conspicuous.

Xi Huanyan was confused for a while and brought two classics to the bed on the south side. She wanted to read the book first and calm down.

While sitting, she felt strange again, and something seemed to be under her butt. She took off the mat and saw two books.

"The wisdom of parents?"

"The growth story of famous artists?"

She leaned over and lifted another mat, "Jiezi's family letter, let the child be free?"

What are these things?

Xi Huanyan was patrolling left and right, and saw a corner of the book between the couch and the wall with sharp eyes. She took it out and saw how to raise the cubs?!

This is a bit off.

Xi Huanyan jumped off the bed and moved the bed half a step out. When she moved, she could clearly hear the sound of several books falling between the walls and the bed.

How many parenting scriptures did she read?!

Xi Huanyan sat on the ground and flipped through a few books, but found that there were vigorous and powerful notes in many places.

Looking at the words in front of him, a strange feeling of gratitude and respect appeared in Xi Huanyan's chest.

What is the relationship between mother, daughter...?

Xi Huanyan returned to her seat, and the booklets were also stuffed back into the gap between the wall and the bed as it was, and the other four books were placed under the cushion.

However, the heart that caused ripples could not calm down. She put down the talisman scriptures that she had pinched for a long time and pulled out the wisdom of her parents from under the mat.

The first time she was looking through the book, she slowly slowed down. She carefully understood the contents of the book, but this did not prevent her from disgusting the child described in the book. She was so smart and excellent, dignified and elegant, sensible and wise, and was definitely not a child in the book who made all kinds of unreasonable or stupid things.

This book is not very useful to my mother. Xi Huanyan is very sure.

Obviously my mother felt that way, look, she didn't take notes after dozens of pages.

Xi Huanyan lay down on her back and suddenly wondered, was she so obedient, deprived her mother of the pleasure of educating her children?

Looking at the examples in the book, it seems that after experiencing conflict and reconciliation, parents and children will be closer, easier to understand each other, and have more family happiness?

Otherwise, try it?

A string of death in Xi Huanyan's mind was about to move. She stuffed the book back under the mat, smoothed the marks of the seat, and walked back to the desk with the talisman carved the scriptures, pretending that she had never been to the bed.

She gently stroked the cracks on the table, outlined a painting of ink and pine trees in her mind, and used her fingers as her pen to draw the ground-breaking talismans one after another.

The cracks were combined together, and with the outline of the coniferous pine, Xi Huanyan was proud of her "painter". She could only draw this proud and standing posture.

After completing the painting, she took off one thought, sat on the chair, and looked at the classics with all her concentration.

As soon as she got immersed in the book, she tirelessly absorbed the contents of the book and was completely selfless.

At dusk, the guards came in and lit the lights, closed the door and left, turned around and saw Xingjin, "Lord."

Xing Jin pushed the door and entered, "Yan'er."

"Mother." Xi Huanyan responded, and suddenly remembered the cracks on the desk and said heavily, "Mother, today I rashly opened the book box, learned the ground talisman on the parchment scroll, and accidentally made cracks on the desk."

Xing Jin glanced at him, "This crack is quite interesting, it's just a bit ugly."

She disagreed, "I don't think it's too ugly. Mother, please stand by me and see if it looks like a pine tree?"

Xing Jin used up all the rare things since she was a child, but she didn't care about the high and low of unexpected things. In her eyes, the greatest value of this book case is to refresh the mind. Several cracks did not affect its effect, but Xi Huanyan's words made her feel attentive, "I heard from the academy that you ended several courses in advance. If you have rich time, it would be good to learn self-cultivation skills. Piano, chess, books, painting, appreciation, and etiquette. What do you like?"

"..." Did she say in disguise that her pine tree is ugly?

"The skills are better than the more you have, but my mother, I will only go back to the palace on a holiday, and I'm afraid I can't arrange the time."

"It's okay. I can arrange a self-cultivation hall in Luyinfang City. You can learn it if you have time. However, once you start learning, you are not allowed to give up halfway."

Xingjin touched the crack. Today, Tinghua looked for her one after another. One said that Dongjun was a genius, and the other desperately suggested that Dongjun was interested in the source nuclear device. She was happy in her heart. As long as the child was willing to learn, she would support her.

However, it is sometimes a great misfortune to success at a young age. She will not deliberately suppress her, but only help her cultivate her sentiment, modify her appearance, cultivate her noble spirit, and uphold the great and strong style to resist the temptations of the world.

Xi Huanyan did not get the conflict she wanted, and she also had a lot of things to learn, which made her feel a little regretful.

In fact, she really wanted to see her mother get angry. She inexplicably thought that the scene was very fun, but she believed that she was not a person who committed suicide for the sake of death, and she didn't want to practice the stupid examples in the book, so she still continued to be smart and excellent, dignified and elegant, and sensible.

"I will practice all the skills seriously."

"You don't have to learn too much at once, take your time." Xing Jin handed her a seal, "Luyinfang City Fupu has transferred you to your name, and I have also transferred Haigu there so that it will be more convenient for you to learn Fuci Technique in the academy."

Xing Jin's speech style gives no room for rejection, and it is quite a bit of a cold and hard work.

Before today, Xi Huanyan might accept the thanks obediently. However, compared with the mother who was taking notes on the parenting book and the mother in front of her, she couldn't help laughing, hugged her waist, and suddenly let go, "Mother, how could I know I'm short of money? I will run this store well."

"Are you short of money?" Xing Jin had not yet come back to his senses from this hug, and instinctively said, "I will add another monthly rate to you."

Xi Huanyan shook her head, "No, I believe that with this shop, I can support myself and respect you in the future."

"I need your filial piety?" Xing Jin walked out with his hands behind his back, "It's dark, go for a meal."

"Do you need it or not, I have to be filial to you, Mother."

Xi Huanyan had dinner in Yong'an Palace and returned to Changning Palace to rest.

Xing Jin walked to the small study alone, stood in front of the bed for a few breaths, raised his hand and waved it, under the mat, a book of books flew out from the corner and stacked in her palm.

She put them on the couch and took out a black leather book from her arms, with a few gilded characters "Let the child discover your love".

"Feng Jiang."

A black shadow suddenly appeared, "I am here."

"This author wrote well and bought all his books."

Xing Jin spoke seriously and very serious. Those who didn't know thought they wanted to buy something extraordinary.
Chapter completed!