After wearing the book, he was favored by the villains in line

Xiao Yu'er was stunned:

"what happened?"

Lou Rongrong said:

"That punch just now will be called 'Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, Universe Great and Desolate' from now on, how about it?"

Xiao Yuer: ...? ? ?

Before Xiao Yu'er's mind turned around, Lou Rongrong said again ready to move:

"Come on, give me another punch!"

Xiao Yu'er's hands and feet are much faster than her brain, and when Lou Rongrong said she punched her, she really punched her again.

Lou Rongrong was very satisfied, and pointed out:

"This fist is called Sun and Moon Yingzhang, Chen Su made it up."

It was only then that Xiao Yu'er recalled a bit:

"Is that punch called..."

"Cold comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter hides."

"Yes, yes, and then..."

"Run Yu is a grown-up, Lu Lu tunes Yang."

……

Under Lou Rongrong's guidance, Xiao Yu'er made a set of punches, and the Thousand Characters essay taught by Leng Yulan just now almost has their corresponding punches.

Although Xiao Yu'er still can't accurately remember the name of the "movement" corresponding to each punch, at least this method can reduce her resistance to reading, and her talent for memorizing punches can also help her memorize the corresponding thousand-character text.

Lou Rongrong half-coaxed and half-deceived her to slow down her punching, and silently recited the name of the corresponding "movement" every time she punched. Since she couldn't understand the meaning, it would be a good idea to let her memorize the chapter first.

Lou Rongrong herself is an extreme comprehensionist. When she was studying in her previous life, she was good at memorizing texts. She also represented the class in the school's speech competition. A speech with a thousand words can be read two or three times. Remember about it, although it is not as good as those geniuses with a long-term memory, it is still very good.

Maybe it was because she thought this method was interesting, and she could still do what she liked, but Xiao Yuer didn't complain halfway through, and honestly punched and read at the same time.

In this way, the two of them stood in the center of the room and punched, stumbled and read while punching, and the other walked around Xiao Yu'er in circles, chanting while walking, and occasionally mentioning Xiao Yuer.

Thanks to Leng Yulan who wanted the two children to relax a little, and did not stay in the room, otherwise she would not know what to think when she saw this scene.

Even so, half an hour later, when Leng Yulan returned to the study room and was going to check on the reading status of the two, she somehow found that the two children were not breathing well, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from Xiao Yuer's head.

Even though Leng Yuhe turned cold, he thought that the two children were just playing around when he was not around, and didn't study hard at all.

With anger in his heart, he did not hesitate to spot check:

"Xiao Yuer, clouds rise to rain, dew turns to frost, what is the next sentence?"

If it were Xiao Yuer who was before today, let alone answering this sentence, I am afraid that "clouds make rain, and dew turns frost" is unfamiliar to her.

But Xiao Yu'er, who had just punched for half an hour, subconsciously punched under the desk, hesitatingly said:

"Gold...Gold grows in Lishui, and jade grows in Kungang?"

"You can't even answer this sentence, I just told you to read it carefully... What did you say?"

Leng Yulan still had an angry look on her face that she couldn't take back, but when she heard Xiao Yuer's answer clearly, she was stunned.

Xiao Yu'er was not sure at first, but she felt even more guilty when she heard the words:

"No...isn't that the sentence?"

Leng Yulan stared at her daughter for several seconds, then suddenly asked:

"What's the next sentence of Sword Juque?"

Xiao Yuer was stunned:

"Beads...beads...beads are called night lights?"

"The far and near are one, and the guests are returned to the king. What is the next sentence?"

"..."

"The writing begins, but the clothes. What's the next sentence?"

The little fist under the desk froze, and Xiao Yu'er said with a bitter face:

"No...don't remember..."

Leng Yulan breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably: Fortunately, it's still her own little devil, who hasn't been possessed by a lonely ghost from somewhere.

She couldn't help stretching her face, and gave a rare compliment:

"well done!"

"?" Xiao Yu'er didn't expect that when she could answer it, her mother's face was serious, but she couldn't answer it, but she was praised by Leng Yulan, and she was stunned for a while.

Leng Yulan lowered her head and saw her daughter's expression, and realized that something was wrong with her words and deeds, she coughed quickly as a cover, and her face became a bit serious:

"Cough...I mean, after such a long time, I only remember the first few sentences. You need to pay more attention to your studies, otherwise, how could you get into the Leng family school?"

Only then did Xiao Yu'er feel relieved, thinking that this is my mother, the words were so kind just now, she thought that some mountain spirit and wild monster came from somewhere and got on her mother's body.

Leng Yulan immediately turned to Lou Rongrong, her expression softened a little, and she asked:

"Just now I asked Yu'er the last two questions, maybe you can answer them?"

Lou Rongrong nodded and said:

"Family and far together, lead the guests back to the king. The latter sentence is Mingfeng in the bamboo, and the white horse food court. The writing was first made, and the clothes were worn. The latter sentence is to give up the country, there is Yu Tao Tang."

Seeing that she answered proficiently, Leng Yulan asked her about the meaning of a few passages, and Lou Rongrong answered them one by one, basically without errors or omissions, but some parts were not exactly the same as Leng Yulan's answers, but she digested them herself. understanding afterwards.

Leng Yulan nodded as she listened. Although she didn't show her approval, she could tell that she was already very satisfied with Lou Rongrong with the support of her own daughter. In contrast, Lou Rongrong without much cultural background seems somewhat inadequate.

Lou Rongrong once heard that the children of the Leng family began to read the Three-Character Classic and the Thousand-Character Classic since they were taught to speak, and they could already recite the chapters in "Xing Li Zi Xun" and "Children Learning Qiong Lin" by the time they were three years old. Yes, at her age, children with better understanding have already begun to come into contact with famous poems under the guidance of their elders.

Children from other aristocratic families are also enlightened earlier than folk children. Like the twin sisters of the Nan family, simple writing is basically not a problem for them, but Lou Rongrong can't even write a simple text message to Fei Wusu. I have to ask how to write the traditional Chinese characters of Chunhan.

She is almost six years old now, and it is the first time she is learning Qianziwen, so she has already missed a lot from the starting point. If she doesn't work hard, she may not be able to pass the exams of Xiaotuanzi from other families and enter Leng's family smoothly.

Leng Yulan didn't know about the twists and turns in Lou Rongrong's mind, but she felt that Lou Rongrong was quite spiritual, not to mention that she could persuade Xiao Yu'er, who couldn't read a word on weekdays, to study obediently. His positive attitude towards learning is quite commendable.

After inspecting their homework, it was almost noon, and after Lou Rongrong and Xiao Yu'er had lunch in the Xiao Mansion, Leng Yuhe was ready to teach them how to read and write.

In this link, the shortcomings of Lou Rongrong's lack of background were immediately exposed.

Although Xiao Yu'er was ignorant, she had received a complete family education under her mother's discipline since she was a child. Although she couldn't read a few words, her posture in writing seemed much calmer than Lou Rongrong.

Lou Rongrong, whether in her previous life or in this body before she was five years old, had never held a brush to write properly. At this time, she could only hold the brush forcibly.