"Okay." The little girl responded obediently, looking up at her father.
Xuanyuan Moze scooped some chicken soup for her with a spoon and said, "Drink this bowl of chicken soup and eat some rice. The dishes tonight are all your favorites. After you finish eating, there will be a dessert, lotus cake."
"Yeah, Yue'er likes lotus cake the most." She laughed, a happy smile spread across her little face, her eyes curved into crescents, and she opened her mouth and ate obediently.
Because her knee was injured, they didn't let her get out of bed and walk. After dinner, Fan Lin came to check her pulse, but like Qin Xin, he couldn't find anything.
The next day, when Qin Xin helped her change the bandage, she saw that the wound had almost healed, so she felt relieved and thought that maybe she was overthinking it. The wound had healed, and there was nothing unusual in her pulse, so she should be fine.
Two days later, the injuries on Yue'er's palms and knees were all healed. She had not walked for a few days, and as soon as the bandages on her hands and knees were removed, she jumped happily on the ground and walked out.
"Sister, I'm going to practice calligraphy. Do you want to go?" Mu Chen came to her and asked.
"Practicing calligraphy? But, but my hands are just fine and I don't want to practice calligraphy." Yue'er said, frowning her little face.
Hearing this, Mu Chen thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll practice calligraphy and you recite the book?"
"Yeah, okay." She then nodded with a smile.
"I'll hold your hand." Mu Chen took her hand and led her to the study.
Qin Xin and Bai Qingcheng, who were following behind, couldn't help but smile when they saw this. The two little masters were really likable. They were so well-behaved and sensible at such a young age.
In the study, Xuanyuan Moze was copying some words, preparing to teach his two children calligraphy practice. He faintly heard their voices, so he put down the brush in his hand, tidied up the things on the table and put them away before walking out.
"Daddy." As soon as the door opened, the two little guys called out.
"Well, come in!" Xuanyuan Moze said, motioning for the two to come in, and asked, "What does Yue'er want to learn today?"
"Daddy, Yue'er is reciting the book." The little guy said with a smile.
"Okay, then let's recite the Three Character Classic! Recite it first, and then write it down when you've memorized it." Xuanyuan Moze said, bending down and picking her up, walking to the two small desks specially customized for the two little ones, and then putting her down.
After giving her a copy of the Three Character Classic, he went to another desk to teach Mu Chen how to write. The two children, one was concentrating on practicing calligraphy, while the other was reading and reciting the Three Character Classic sentence by sentence, his eyes fixed on the portrait on the wall of the study.
"When people are born, their nature is good. Natures are similar, but habits make them different..."
Yue'er closed her book and recited it in a baby voice, her hands supporting her cheeks, looking at the portrait on the wall. It was a portrait of her mother, painted by her father himself, and her mother looked very beautiful.
Their mother left home when they were still young and couldn't recognize people. They seemed to have a vague image of her in their minds. However, ever since their father drew this portrait for them, their mother's appearance has been imprinted in their minds.