Traveling to the ancient harem

Fu Ning Hall

Chen was also surprised when she received Hongyu's report, but she was more worried. There was a rumor that early wisdom is vulnerable to injury. So after meeting the old master and the old lady, she pulled Huang Ye into her arms and observed him carefully, "My son, are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you have a headache? Don't use your brain too much. We don't need to take the top exam. Talk to your grandfather and don't read so many books in the future. Just be able to read."

Huang Ye raised her rosy little face from Chen's arms. She didn't look like she was overworking her brain at all. Her big eyes flickered as she looked at her mother with admiration: "Mom, Ye'er doesn't have a headache. Grandfather taught me very well. I will learn it after a few times." She turned around and looked at the old man, "Grandfather, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Chen, you don't know how smart Ye'er is. She has a photographic memory. Anyway, I have never heard of such a thing in my lifetime."

"Dad, I'm just worried. They say that early intelligence is easy to hurt. Our Ye'er doesn't need to be smart or anything like that. I just want her to be safe and have a smooth life."

"That's right." The old lady chimed in. As it concerned the child's safety, the old lady immediately lost her principles and forgot the pride she had in praising the child just now.

"Madam, the food is ready. Shall we eat now?" Nanny Qin came in to report.

"It's getting late. After dinner and Ye'er's nap, I'll take her to the study to learn calligraphy. This is something she must learn. If she can write well, she can be used as a present for the future marriage." Huang Ye was a little confused. The old man was worried about the future. She was only three years old, but he was already worried about the marriage. The old lady and Chen didn't say anything this time. They also agreed with the old man's words.

In the study room in the afternoon, the old man was teaching Huang Ye to write big characters. The first thing he had to teach was the posture of holding the brush. The child was too young, so he used the smallest brush. The old man held Huang Ye's hand and taught carefully, stroke by stroke. In fact, in modern times, Huang Ye had tried all kinds of things in order to be worthy of the male god. He also enrolled in a calligraphy training class. Although he gave up halfway, he had studied hard after all, and he had a foundation. However, he was young and his hands were not very strong, so he practiced seriously with the old man, which made the old man feel very accomplished.

In the afternoon, when Father Huang came back from outside, he first went to Funing Hall to pay his respects to the old lady. The mother and daughter sat down and talked for a while. Then, the old lady mentioned Huang Ye's studies. She immediately couldn't sit still, said goodbye, and walked quickly to the front yard. Even the servants following behind her couldn't catch up with her.

Huang Ye, who was trying to hold the pen steady, heard footsteps. He looked up and saw his father walking in quickly. "Dad." Huang Ye called out, looking at his father with sparkling eyes. Huang's father smiled happily at the soft and sweet "Dad". He raised his hand and touched her hair, looking at the old man, "Dad, I just heard from mom that Ye'er can remember everything she sees. Is that true?"

"You try to test her." The old man said nothing else, but signaled his son with his eyes.

"Ye'er," Father Huang squatted down, trying to make his eyes level with Huang Ye's, "Can you please read the Three Character Classic to Daddy?"

"Okay." Huang Ye answered crisply, and then began to open the Three Character Classic and read it word by word.

"Dad, I am not dreaming." Father Huang looked at his little girl dazedly, "Is my daughter so smart?" Without waiting for the old man to speak, he jumped up and laughed, "My daughter, it has to be my daughter, Dad, there are people in the world who really have photographic memory, and my daughter is the only one." The happy old father wiped his eyes: "Dad, I am happy and proud. I want to tell everyone that my daughter is the smartest child in the world."

"Dad, we have to be low-key," Huang Ye taught his father.

"What does 'low-key' mean?" Both the father and son were a little confused.

Oops, I said the wrong thing. There is no such word as 'low-key' in this dynasty. Huang Ye was a little annoyed, "It's... a word I invented myself, which means not to show off and to grow quietly." Huang Ye was ashamed. He who fooled his elders did not show the sign of being a good and filial child.

"As expected of my daughter, she can even invent words." Father Huang was even more proud and waved his hand: "Listen to my daughter, we will grow quietly and surprise everyone."