Rebirth of the Plane Cauldron

Feng Mo really doesn't like warriors, he's always covered in sweat, but his talent is there, and he has a first-class teacher in the empire to guide him. After three months, he has already felt fighting spirit. Compared with fighting spirit, he is more active in magic .

He studied battle qi in the morning and magic knowledge at noon, and read a book quietly in his spare time. The time he read was very restrained, and would never exceed an hour.

This situation didn't last long, and several teachers began to reflect that Feng Mo didn't like studying very much. It wasn't that the study time was short, he should still go to class, and the homework left by the teacher was also carefully completed. Let him sit on the ground and meditate. Doing without moving for an hour does not mean that he spent his energy on other places, the same time but the effect is obviously not as good as before.

Several teachers reported the situation tremblingly, and Abigail asked, "Then what do you think is the reason?"

Everyone knows the reason, and all the teachers know that the young master they teach is not very interested in magic and fighting spirit. He prefers to study how the Civil War broke out in history books, or how the founding of the country Odin the Great How many wives are there?

Moreover, to specialize in one item already consumes a person's entire energy. It is not without people like Feng Mo who are talented in fighting spirit and magic, but most of them will give up one item. No one knows why Abigail is so Want the 'best of both worlds'.

Several teachers euphemistically put forward their own opinions: "...we all feel that learning battle qi and magic at the same time is too much for children." This kind of learning is not only too much for a child, but also for an adult. , None of them here are learning battle qi and magic at the same time.

Abigail signed a document and said casually, "Didn't he study well in the past period?"

"Young master has never been exposed to magic." Several teachers carefully reminded, "There will always be curiosity at the beginning." The difficulty is persistence.

Abigail was upset: "Maybe there is something wrong with your teaching? He was learning quite well a while ago? He has no curiosity about magic and fighting spirit now, won't you think of a way to make him curious? "

Several teachers were trembling and speechless. They couldn't keep themselves "curious" about magic and grudges, let alone use this "curiosity" on a child. If there was such a way If not, they have already cultivated both magic and martial arts.

Several teachers wanted to tell Abigail very much in their hearts: If you want to eat a fat man in one bite, you will die, but they dare not. In Abigail's view, since the problem has been raised, it must be solved.

A teacher who was a little more courageous tried to ask: "Perhaps we should find some playmates for the young master?"

Abigail looked up from the official document, and the teacher felt tremendous pressure for a while, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his method was feasible, and it was uncertain whether he could keep the noble young master's interest in learning. But it should be able to solve the urgent need now.

"Young master may be a bit lonely studying alone. Find a few more children to accompany you. The crowd is lively and can also increase competition. I don't think young master is the kind of person who lags behind others."

As for children, they all like to be competitive, and no one likes to be the last one. Of course, Abigail knows this, but for a certain purpose, he has never been able to make up his mind about this idea.

Abigail is also busy, and the accompanying reading has been delayed for a while.

Abigail's birthday is in June, and he doesn't intend to hold a big party for fear of trouble, and he doesn't plan to hold a banquet, but he ignores it, which doesn't mean that other people also ignore it. The eldest son who lives in the manor outside the city, just He personally prepared a sword and gave it to him.

That day when he came back from the manor outside the city, he had just sat in the study when Feng Mo came in with a cup of coffee, and carefully put the coffee in Abigail's hand.

Abigail took a sip before realizing that someone was following Feng Mo. Because she didn't hear the words, she could only push a mobile iron frame and stand at the door. Looking at the appearance, Abigail could guess that it was probably a painting.

He is as good as a stream: "What is that?"

"It's a birthday present for Dad." Feng Mo sat next to Abigail, "Dad, can you let them in?"

Abigail was not surprised that Feng Mo knew his birthday. Although he did not tell him, the people waiting around him were not dumb. He could even guess that this painting might have been drawn by Feng Mo himself. It doesn't matter whether the sun is the moon or not. He didn't expect that Feng Mo drew a portrait of him for him.

Feng Mo painted the scene when they left Green Manor. The red sunset rose from the east and shone on the carriage. Abigail stood beside the carriage, holding little Feng Mo with one hand and stepping into the carriage. Abigail Er's image occupies half of the oil painting, and the painting is lifelike.

Abigail looked at the oil painting and couldn't help asking, "When was it painted?"

Abigail is very clear about Feng Mo's time. He does have time to complete this tall full-body oil painting, but it will take at least two months to paint one hour a day. The most important question is, Abigail Bigel was sure that there was no picture album left at that time, so how did this painting come out?

"I started painting three months ago." Feng Mo counted for him with his fingers. "I didn't delay my studies. I spent half an hour a day. I just finished painting yesterday. Fortunately, I didn't delay my father's birthday."

Abigail paused for a moment. No one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he said, "Why don't you ask me to be a model?"

Feng Mo blinked: "I want to give you a surprise, Dad, aren't you happy?"

A child, squeeze out a little time every day to prepare a birthday gift over time, and wait for one day to secretly give it out. This kind of sincerity will make anyone happy.

At this time, Abigail was naturally happy too.

Abigail coughed: "I mean, why didn't I act as a model, how did you draw this painting, you found my portrait in the house?"

"I know what you look like even when I close my eyes." Feng Mo was looking for a place to hang the oil painting, and answered casually, pointing to a place in the study, "Dad, can I hang the painting there?"

The place Feng Mo pointed to was facing the wall of the desk, and the painting hung there, facing Abigail, so that people could see it when they looked up. The painting was originally meant to be hung there and painted.

Feng Mo ordered people to take down the paintings on the wall and hang up his own oil paintings, and then sat on the opposite sofa to read a book, a collection of poems. But Feng Mo watched it with gusto.

Abigail looked at him for a moment and asked him, "Is it nice?"

Feng Mo looked up from the poetry collection and read a sonnet to Abigail, "I think it's quite interesting."

"More interesting than spells and swordplay?"

Feng Mo was very calm: "My arm hurts when I practice swords, and magic spells are more twisted than sonnets." So there are always more troubadours than magicians.

Abigail and a child couldn't explain the difference between entertainment and practicality for a while. They should admire power and prefer magic spells.

Seeing that Abigail stopped talking, Feng Mo continued to read the collection of poems. After drinking coffee, he turned the last page and was about to leave. Abigail suddenly said, "Amo, do you want someone to accompany you to study?"

Feng Mo's raised footsteps stopped.

Abigail tricked Feng Mo to come to him and asked him, "I want to find a few children to study with you. You can play together. You like lively, but you want to be quiet?"

Feng Mo put the collection of poems on his lap, and sat next to Abigail: "Dad, let me decide for me. I will listen to my father, and I have never met them."

Feng Mo's communication is narrow, except for the people in the Duke's Mansion, he knows more people on ten fingers, so it's naturally not his turn to decide this kind of matter.

For Feng Mo's companionship, Abigail already had a suitable candidate in her heart. The nobles themselves have a tradition of companionship. The ladies of the nobles look for female companions, and most of them are ladies from poor families, while the young masters of the nobles find more companionships. They are the children of nobles in their own territories, and the heirs of the lower nobles are sent to the next generation of heirs of the upper class, to cultivate friendship and tacit understanding, to know the basics, and to be very loyal.

Abigail's fief is in the rich southern province, some distance away from the empire, but thanks to the teleportation array, Feng Mo's companion arrived at the Duke's mansion in three or four days. Almost as soon as he stepped through the gate, Feng Mo knew.

This companion was more ostentatious than Feng Mo when he came, and together with the maids and attendants, a total of four carriages came, and their father, a baron, personally sent them to the imperial capital.

He met them in the study.

Abigail was already waiting for him in the study, with a middle-aged man and a pair of brothers standing beside him.

Abigail asked him to sit beside him, and introduced him: "This is my tax officer." Pointing to one of the younger boys, she said, "This is his son Rand, who is half a year older than you. He will live here in the future and go to class with you."

One of the two brothers is tall and strong and already has the prototype of a warrior, the other is half a palm taller than Feng Mo, peeking at him with his bony eyes rolling.

Feng Mo smiled at him: "Hello."

The little boy regained his energy immediately, and couldn't help touching the top of Feng Mo's head with his toes: "...you are so beautiful, even more beautiful than the most beautiful sister I have ever seen!"

Abigail introduced to Feng Mo the second son of the tax officer, and the eldest son of the tax officer, who was exactly the same age as his eldest son. The eldest son of the tax officer should generally be sent to Abigail’s heir Beside him, when Abigail was picking a reading companion for Feng Mo, he also found a reading companion for his eldest son by the way. He was afraid that Feng Mo would fall in love with the eldest son, so he didn't introduce him at all.

At that time, Abigail was already middle-aged, and Rosen was still his only son. The difference between being a tutor who was very likely to be the heir, and being a tutor for a godson who had no inheritance rights at all, is the difference between the two, idiot all know.

After the introduction, Abigail left the baron behind and sent them to play in the garden. At the same time, he ordered the eldest son of the tax officer to be sent to the manor outside the city. The eldest son of the tax officer bowed, lowered his head silently, and passed Feng Mo. Pass.

He left without looking sideways, as if he was afraid that Feng Mo would hold him back.

In fact, Feng Mo would not like a man who had more strength than brains, and he had a better impression of the youngest son of the tax collector.

At night, the two of them were lying on the same bed, and when the youngest son of the tax collector was lying in bed, he comforted him in a low voice: "...Don't worry, I think the Duke will definitely get married in the future." When there are more sons, Bastards are worthless.

Feng Mo lay on the other side of the bed, closed his eyes and put his hands flat on his chest. There was no way to tell him that not only would Abigail not get married in the future, but she would always have only one son, Rosen.

"You want him to marry later?"

"I just don't want my elder brother to have a good life. He always bullies my mother when he's at home." The tax official's youngest son said hesitantly, and turned his face to ask him: "Do you know Mrs. Carrie?"

In the dark, Feng Mo nodded, and the youngest son of the tax officer said without waiting for him to speak: "Ms. Carrie's sister is my elder brother's mother, and Master Rosen is my elder brother's cousin, but he is not my cousin Brother, my eldest brother always bullies me and my mother by virtue of this."

Children of their age already know a lot. The youngest son of the tax officer subconsciously doesn't want his elder brother to be more beautiful. .