She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

Chapter 77 Senior Brother Xu

"Which teacher is in charge of your poetry class this semester?"

"Old Master Zeng, his lectures are very interesting."

However, because the old man did not take the usual path, Qiao Zhenzhen was not sure about the pulse of his question.

"It turns out to be Master Zeng. He doesn't follow the rules very well." Mo Qingyang said, "Would you like me to help you inquire privately?"

"No, no," Qiao Zhenzhen hurriedly waved her hand to refuse, "It doesn't matter if I don't do well in the exam. It's better that dad doesn't have a reputation for favoritism."

"And I have already begun to memorize poetry collections. No matter what questions Master Zeng asks, I will be able to deal with them by putting them together."

Mo Qingyang smiled and nodded, "My son can definitely do it."

In the following time, we will continue the last Guqin teaching.

Mo Qingyang taught her how to play, piece by piece, without getting tired of it.

After you can read music, you need more practice. As long as you are not too stupid and practice a lot, you will naturally become proficient in playing.

However, due to the novel's restrictions on Mo Yuying's IQ, the original owner was unable to do anything.

Qiao Zhenzhen didn't dare to make too much progress.

Half an hour later, the make-up lesson ended.

A guard came outside the door to report, "Master Xu has arrived."

"Dad, something is wrong?" Qiao Zhenzhen asked, "Do I need to avoid it?"

"No need." Mo Qingyang said to the guard, "Let Qingjie come in."

Although she said there was no need to avoid it, her class was over and there was no need to keep it. Qiao Zhenzhen began to pack up the paintings that Mo Qingyang had given her before.

A young man came in outside the door.

A flash of light blue clothes flashed in Qiao Zhenzhen's peripheral vision.

"Greetings to the teacher. I don't know if the teacher has anything else to do, but I came early."

"It's not early. What a coincidence. I just finished tutoring for your junior sister."

Qiao Zhenzhen heard the voice sounded familiar and looked up.

For a moment, I was stunned there.

The young man looked towards her, also stunned on the spot.

"This is your Senior Brother Xu."

"...Senior Brother Xu." Qiao Zhenzhen came to her senses and bowed to him.

"This is your junior sister. My little daughter, Yuying."

"Little junior sister..."

The words "little junior sister" that Xu Qingjie said lingered on the tip of his tongue.

He seemed a little unable to recover.

Mo Qingyang looked around the two people and sighed with regret in her heart.

"Dad, I'll go out first."

Qiao Zhenzhen had told people that her surname was Qiao, but within a few days, her lie was exposed on the spot. Although she didn't mean to do so, she was still very embarrassed and a little embarrassed.

Mo Qingyang nodded, "You go find your mother first. I'll help you, Senior Brother Xu, read the article. We can all have dinner together at noon."

Qiao Zhenzhen responded and called out, "Chunxiang."

Chunxiang quickly walked in and picked up her piano.

When Qiao Zhenzhen passed by Xu Qingjie, she politely said: "Senior Brother Xu, see you later."

Xu Qingjie crossed his hands and saluted, "Little junior sister, walk slowly."

He lowered his head and no longer dared to look at her.

The study door closed, and Qiao Zhenzhen took Chunxiang to the main room.

What a coincidence. Today, her sister-in-law's wet nurse, Mama Bai, brought her only nephew Yuan Geer to Mingde Hall to pay respects to Mrs. Wu.

Since her sister-in-law Yuan was pregnant with her second child, Wu had exempted her from morning and evening examinations.

In Qiao Zhenzhen's opinion, Mrs. Yuan is a loser. Her mother-in-law said it was not easy for her to get pregnant and she didn't want to come to say hello, so she really didn't come.

For such an honest sister-in-law, she felt lucky that she married into the Mo family, which has a simple population. Otherwise, in other more complicated families, all the bones and dregs would be eaten away.

I don’t know how Mo Qingyang and Wu chose their eldest daughter-in-law.

Could it be that he was cursed by the villain's halo...

Qiao Zhenzhen couldn't help but worry about the fate of the second generation of the Mo family. She only hoped that Mo Qingyang and the Wu family could live long enough to raise their grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

Although she has never officially met her eldest brother until now, she can conclude from Wu's few words that he is a thoroughly honest, loyal and hard-working martial artist.

And like Wu, Mo Tingyi gets headaches whenever he studies.

People like this may have strong individual combat capabilities, but they will never be able to reach high positions, let alone join the army.

The person who can be a general can never be the best at fighting.

If you don't have the brain to read, it won't work.

Mo Qingyang must have realized this, so although Mo Tingyi joined the military, he joined the Imperial Guard and was not allowed to join the army.

Under the nose of the old father, there were slight mistakes, but with his connections, he could make up for them in time.

Chunxiang opened the curtain and Qiao Zhenzhen walked into the outside room. She asked Chunxiang to put the piano on the table.

Chunxiang did as she was told, and then stood by the door politely.

"mother--"

Wu took Qiao Zhenzhen's hand, asked her to sit next to her, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

Originally, Mrs. Wu was still teasing Brother Yuan to call her grandma, but as soon as Qiao Zhenzhen arrived, her attention shifted to her daughter.

Mother Bai on the side showed a little dissatisfaction in her lowered eyes.

"How did you learn from your father?"

"It's good. Senior Brother Xu came when I left. I will be helping Senior Brother Xu read the article."

"Is the festival coming?"

Wu thought of the plans her husband had mentioned before and felt uncomfortable.

"Dad said we would have dinner together later."

Wu asked Hu Hu, who was waiting in the room, to go to the big kitchen and add two of Xu Qingjie's favorite dishes.

Qiao Zhenzhen looked curiously at Brother Fang who was practicing walking on the kang.

Once upon a time in her hometown, she had struggled for a long time before deciding to remain unmarried and childless.

She didn't expect much from a human cub.

In her view, marriage and childbirth are both big gambles.

Whether it is good or not depends partly on God's will. If people want to train a satisfactory husband and children, most of them will be disappointed.

But she still likes well-behaved human cubs.

When Brother Yuan is over one year old, it is a time when he is curious about things around him.

I don’t walk very steadily, but I love walking.

He saw an unfamiliar face with round eyes that suddenly shone brightly. He climbed onto Wu's knees and wanted to reach over and grab Qiao Zhenzhen's hand.

Qiao Zhenzhen saw that he looked like a tough-looking boy, and found it interesting. She just wanted to reach out and give the child a hug.

Unexpectedly, my mother had quick eyesight and quick hands, and I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and she hugged Brother Yuan away in one fell swoop.

Qiao Zhenzhen frowned slightly.

But what she was thinking about was how Mo Yuying would treat Brother Yuan in the past. Shouldn't she be too affectionate?

Wu looked at Mama Bai with scrutiny in her eyes.

She's not smart, but she's not that stupid either.

Mother Bai realized that her behavior was inappropriate and quickly made up for it:

"This slave is afraid that Brother Yuan will fall."

It is said that the youngest son, the eldest grandson, is the lifeblood of the old lady.

Wu naturally loves Brother Yuan very much.

But we only see each other every now and then.

Mrs. Yuan and Mama Bai were as protective as their eyes.

Now that Mr. Yuan has not come to pay his respects, Brother Yuan has much less time to be brought to Mingde Hall.

She has to deal with many things every day.