I'm the Villain's Mother in Time Time

Chapter 62 Writing Poems
Xia Yuanming's face softened when he saw his immature face being so serious and respectful. At first, he thought that the five-year-old would be too scared to speak when he saw such a strict teacher.

He nodded slightly. "May I ask what the fourth young master's name is?"

Sheng'er was slightly taken aback, she put down her hands and looked embarrassed. "Mr. Hui, I haven't taken a name yet."

Xia Yuanming's hand stroking his beard paused for a moment, and put the copybook in front of his desk. "Fourth young master can practice copybooks in the near future to learn how to read."

Sheng'er was very happy looking at the copybook, grinning and nodding. "Thank you sir."

Xia Yuanming shook his head lightly and turned around, he couldn't help but sighed softly.

In fact, he had heard a little about the Fourth Young Master in this mansion. He heard that Aunt Bai in the mansion obtained it by means of dirty tricks. After birth, he lived in the most remote corner of the backyard as if he had been abandoned.

He Rencheng didn't care much about spending time and drinking, except for giving something during the New Year and holidays. His wife, Qin Zichen, was very harsh on their mother and son. He heard that food, clothing, housing, and transportation were even worse than a maidservant who burned a fire in the kitchen.

Many people thought that their mother and child would die sooner or later in that remote courtyard, but they didn't want to be involved because of Aunt Liu's miscarriage a while ago, which reminded people in the mansion that there was a white man in the mansion again. Aunt and Fourth Young Master.

If you say these four young masters are also pitiful, they haven't had enough to eat or wear since they were young, and the servants in the house don't look good when they see them occasionally. The humble ones don't even have a name, because since he was born, no city It never occurred to me to give him a decent name.

Only Bai Jingjing gave him a nickname - Sheng'er.

Sheng'er didn't feel how pitiful his background was. He picked up the writing brush on the table and began to copy stroke by stroke according to the copybook Xia Yuanming gave.

Although Xia Yuanming felt a little sympathy for Sheng'er, he never thought of taking special care of him. After throwing a copybook to him, he dutifully began to teach He Mingqiu.

He Mingqiu's main subject is naturally He Mingqiu, Sheng'er is just an incidental child, just teach him how to write a few big characters.

Xia Yuanming shook his head with the scroll and recited some easy-to-understand poems, explaining or asking questions from time to time. He Mingqiu sat under the stage and listened carefully, nodding or standing up from time to time to express his opinions.

Sheng'er, on the other hand, practiced calligraphy with great concentration in an environment surrounded by the sound of books. Although he even had a half-knowledge of the characters outlined by his strokes, he couldn't resist his hard-working spirit.

Soon, a long time passed, Xia Yuanming started to feel a little bit unwell, so he sat down, put down the impromptu writing of the scroll, and asked He Mingqiu to compose a poem about mountains and rivers.

He Mingqiu frowned slightly and pondered for a moment, the song that Lin Chuqian read yesterday appeared in his mind, and before thinking much, he blurted out subconsciously: "Looking horizontally, it looks like mountains and peaks, and the distance and height are different; I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, only Fated to be in this mountain.”

Xia Yuanming was shocked suddenly, stood up quickly and walked to He Mingqiu excitedly, admiring: "Good poetry, I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but because I live in this mountain. I didn't expect the third lady to write such a good sentence."

He Mingqiu came back to his senses, looked at the excited gentleman stroking his beard, and realized that he had accidentally read Lin Chuqian's poem. She lowered her head in embarrassment, blushing. "Sir, this poem is not written by me."

Xia Yuanming was stunned, and asked: "Then do you know who wrote this poem?"

He Mingqiu subconsciously looked at Sheng'er, pursed his lips and shook his head gently. "Aunt Bai saw this poem from a letter that happened to come by. Now that the letter is accidentally burned, the person who wrote the poem is unknown."

(End of this chapter)