The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

What Xie Pinggang said is indeed very important. Xie Pinghuai is a boy. Even if he doesn't take a teacher in the future, he can make do with his eldest brother and his father, but Xie Xi can't do it.

There is no decent teaching at home, nor is it appropriate.

Xie Qiao looked at Xie Niushan and said seriously, "Where did Dad rob Lin Erniang? Are there other relatives in her family?"

As soon as Xie Pinggang heard it, he slapped his thigh and immediately understood: "Yes, I remember when Erniang got married and entered the house, it seemed that she had mentioned that there were relatives at the foot of the mountain, but when we went to Beijing these years, we forgot about them, I will invite someone later. Go back and ask."

The Lu family did not give birth to a son and a half daughter to his father, but he also took care of the Lu family.

It doesn't make sense. It doesn't care about the Lin family, does it?

"However, this Lin family's background is not high, can you understand those things?" Xie Pinggang said again after changing his voice.

"This side of the capital is full of academies, what kind of female gentleman can't be found? What our family lacks is not someone who can teach Xi'er, but a master mistress who understands the truth. Find out if the Lin family has a reasonable elder, If you are willing to come in to retire, just take it over, and when the time comes, you can just hand over Xi'er's teaching rights to her." Xie Qiao added, she is in good spirits today, and the speed of her speech is a little brisk now.

"Is the Lu family so bad?" Xie Niushan muttered.

As soon as the voice fell, Xie Qiao and Xie Pinggang looked at her together.

Xie Qiao laughed, raised his eyebrows, and for the first time showed a look of disgust at her father.

Not to mention Xie Pinggang: "Dad was a blindly looking for a daughter-in-law back then? Apart from that face, where else can I catch my eye?"

"..." Xie Niushan lacked confidence.

He was pinched to the death by this pair of children.

At this moment, Xie Qiao said everything he should have said, and he drove the person away in a short while.

After the father and son left, Xie Qiao went to the back kitchen and made the simplest dessert, which Chun'er sent to Xie Pinghuai and Xie Xi.

Xie Pinghuai thought that Xie Qiao was just talking, but he never expected that he actually received a dessert thank you.

very excited.

In my heart, I secretly raised Xie Qiao's status by another level.

In this family, the eldest sister is very important in her words, and she does what she says. Unlike her mother, who used to tease him, and her eldest brother and father, she has no integrity at all. Coaxing him to beat him is common. thing.

How is it like a big sister, although sometimes the mouth is a little poisonous, but if you don't do it, you will make him food, and she looks beautiful!

Xie Pinghuai was very happy, and he had the energy to copy books.

That's right, it's copying.

A thick stack of books was assigned by Master Xiao.

Xie Pinghuai really couldn't figure out why Master Xiao bullied him like this, not accepting him as a disciple, but punishing him for doing this and that!

When he becomes as mighty as his eldest brother in the future, he must find a chance to beat up Master Xiao and let out his anger!

...

At the same time, Xiao Yurong sneezed.

Then adjust the sitting posture, lay out the paper in front of the plane, and prepare to write songs in memory of the ancestors.

My mind is a little confused, and I can't calm down.

Suddenly remembering what happened in Wangyun Tower that day, with a meal in his hand, he hurriedly took the Wenchang Talisman he bought, glanced at it tangled, and then hung it on his neck seriously.

sighed.

As soon as this breath came out, for some reason, I felt that my mind was stabilized a lot. I looked at the paper and got a clue in my mind.

Write down.

If there is divine help.

He has talent to learn, and this writing is like a waterfall in the wind. The words fell on the paper like a rainstorm. Before he knew it, he wrote a long article with thousands of words!