However, she couldn't reveal these things, so she said frankly, "Alas! It's all thanks to my apprentice with his superb medical skills. He specially made a face cream for me, and it seems to be quite effective!"
"If Sister Lan likes it, I can send someone to tell him to make more next time."
Zhang Zhelan nodded upon hearing this. She had naturally met Zhen Wanwan's apprentice before; although the child was young, his medical skills were superb.
Although she often had doubts, why did Zhen Wanwan, who was also a highly skilled doctor, let someone else take over her apprenticeship?
She couldn't understand these people, but she also knew it was their private matter and it was none of her business to interfere.
Zhang Zhelan responded with a smile: "That's great, I couldn't be happier! My skin has been really dry lately."
Looking at the beautiful woman opposite her, Zhen Wanwan couldn't see anything wrong with her; her skin was as good as a celebrity's.
Soon, we arrived at the picnic spot.
The maids chose a flat spot with a good view to set up the furniture.
The children got off the carriage and started running and playing wildly, their laughter filling the whole area and making everyone happy.
Zhen Wanwan was also busy making kites for the children. After a long time, a few of them finally flew into the sky.
Seeing that she was covered in sweat, Zhang Zhelan quickly handed her her handkerchief and scolded her, "Honestly, you should have just let the servants do it. You've made yourself all sweaty for no reason!"
Zhen Wanwan smiled as she wiped away her sweat, replying, "It's more fulfilling to do it yourself, and it will give the children more wonderful memories when they grow up."
Zhang Zhelan looked at Zhen Wanwan with admiration, feeling that some of her ideas were truly unique.
She never thought of actively creating beautiful memories with her child. In the past, she treated her child by taking care of his daily life and supervising his studies.
Where could one come up with so many creative ideas? And yet, this is exactly what the kids love most.
She couldn't help but think of her son and nephew's studies. For some time now, the two of them had been going to school and playing with Yuan Huizhou.
His grades are indeed better than before, and he has become much more lively and clever.
Looking at the smiling Zhen Wanwan, Zhang Zhelan said with a hint of jealousy, "When it comes to educating children, I'm far inferior to you!"
Zhen Wanwan shook her head. She couldn't guarantee that she could raise the children to be superior people, but she could help them distinguish right from wrong and develop sound values.
We don't expect them to become geniuses; everyone has the ability to give back to society. We only hope that they can grow up happily and have sound personalities.
Pleasant times always pass too quickly, and the picnic came to an end.
Unfortunately, the weather turned bad today, and it started to drizzle.
Light rain is the most annoying; the corners of the room are damp, and the air doesn't circulate.
Feeling bored, Zhen Wanwan took her two children to the study to teach them to write.
Since Qu Huaiyuan returned, Zhou'er has been living with him at the academy, only returning home once every two days.
Sweetie nestled in Zhen Wanwan's arms, staring at the calligraphy on the paper that looked like ants crawling on the paper, and fell silent.
"Mother?"
Zhen Wanwan was slightly embarrassed. She had put in a lot of effort to learn calligraphy over the past few years, but her skills were still far from satisfactory.
But there has been progress; at least I can now clearly see what the words are written.
She was completely devoid of the moral integrity that scholars pursued.
On the contrary, the little one held the pen seriously and wrote characters in a very serious manner.
Guai Bao's handwriting was taught by Zhu Yuan himself. It is somewhat similar to his handwriting, but the strokes are different.
Zhu Yuan's calligraphy is slightly sharp, while Guai Bao's calligraphy is more elegant and unrestrained.
Zhen Wanwan was quite disheartened when she saw Guaibao's handwriting. Unfortunately, Zhuyuan had taught her before, but Guaibao really had no talent.
She was so angry she almost vomited blood. Later, she stopped tormenting them and practiced on her own, hoping to shock her whole family someday.
Unfortunately, she wasted several years and still made little progress.
On the contrary, Tianbao is almost catching up with her!
When Zhen Wanwan saw her daughter complaining about her ugly handwriting, she felt very bad.
She had practiced calligraphy with a pen for over twenty years in her previous life, and this habit wasn't easy to break.
The little girl pursed her lips and finished reciting a poem from memory. She looked up at her mother's envious and jealous gaze and felt quite helpless.
My mother's handwriting is indeed a bit...
When he first started learning in his previous life, his handwriting was better than his mother's.
Even her younger sister's handwriting is much better than her mother's, so it's no wonder her mother was sad.
After thinking for a moment, Guaibao took out a calligraphy practice book and handed it to Zhenzhen and Wanwan.
“Mother, when I went shopping, I saw this calligraphy book and thought it would be perfect for you, so I bought it for you.”
He originally planned to choose a time to give it to his mother as a surprise gift.
Zhen Wanwan reached out and took it, unfolded it and saw that the words inside were very delicate, and it was obvious at a glance that they were written by a girl.
She smiled, cupped her son's face in her hands, kissed him, and said happily, "My son is so considerate!"
Sweetie witnessed her mother and brother's interaction and came over to ask for a kiss.
"Mommy, stick to me! Brother, stick to me!"
Zhen Wanwan and Guaibao looked at Tianbao with doting eyes, and each of them kissed her on one side.
The sounds of laughter never stopped in the study.
Rende Academy.
Qu Huaiyuan finished class and was about to walk towards the school building when he heard the voice of an eight or nine-year-old boy behind him.
"Teacher! Wait for me!"
Qu Huaiyuan stopped and looked at Yuan Huizhou, who was running towards him.
"Zhou'er, is there something you don't understand about your studies?"
Yuan Huizhou shook his head: "Teacher, it's not about schoolwork, I have something private to discuss with you!"
Qu Huaiyuan was slightly taken aback, with doubts in his heart, and led him to his own dormitory.
The study of the master at Rende Academy is a small, separate courtyard, but it has all the necessary facilities.
The two went straight to Qu Huaiyuan's study, which had been converted from a side room.
"What do you have to say?"
Qu Huaiyuan looked at his student, who was, in fact, exceptionally incompetent.
He had personally tutored her for two years, but for the next three years they only corresponded by letter.
He's the one who wronged him!
Yuan Huizhou is no longer a five-year-old child who doesn't understand anything. In the past few years, he has read a lot of books and knows a lot more.
He also always remembered his origins, and in the dead of night, he would recall his father and mother.
But his aunt was very, very good to him, and he was afraid that his aunt would overthink things, so he never dared to tell her these things.
His uncle was busy with his own affairs, and he didn't want to tell him about these private matters, lest he cause him worry.
Therefore, after thinking it over, he went to his teacher.
"Teacher, I have a question and would appreciate your explanation!"
Qu Huaiyuan poured him a cup of tea, and the two sat side by side. He took a sip and said, "There's nothing between us that can't be said. Just say what's on your mind."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Huizhou nodded, carefully considered his words, and then said, "When I was five years old, my parents were murdered. My uncle saved me, which allowed me to survive..."
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