"Ziyan, come to the study to check your homework, and Lan'er is here too."

Song Zhengtian came back and saw his son playing, and spoke with a stern face.

"I understand, let's go. Dad has to check his homework. If he can't pass, he can't go out to play. Have you memorized the Three Character Classic?"

Zi Yan quickly pulled his sister and bit his ears secretly.

"I've recited it for a while. I've recited it for my mother today, and I've praised me."

Zi Lan shook her head and looked quite proud.

"My sister is so awesome."

Song Ziyan praised his sister without hesitation, and she looked very pampered.

After entering the study, Song Zhengtian took the exam for his son's homework first, and the questions were also randomly checked, which was very tricky and strange. Fortunately, Zi Yan answered very well and seemed confident.

Finally, she asked her that Zilan might have only learned the Three Character Classic and memorized this. Song Zhengtian took the exam and asked her to retell the little story. Seeing that she answered very smoothly and smoothly, she smiled.

"You have not practiced calligraphy these days because you are sick. Go and sit down. Dad writes a few words for you, and then practices a large word for one hour before you can eat."

"oh."

Zi Yan stuck out his tongue at Zi Lan and pulled her to sit next to the small desk next to him. There were four treasures of the study that they usually practice calligraphy, all of which were the size one.

Zi Lan looked at the previous words and found that they were obviously something they had just learned, and they were crooked. Some had drawn circles and some had checked them.

Song Zhengtian wrote a few words to his children and asked them to practice accordingly.

There is no tracing book in this era. Practicing calligraphy means learning from copybooks and writing by yourself, trying to imitate something like it. There is no shortcut, just writing and practicing repeatedly.

Seeing that Zi Yan had already started writing, Zi Lan started writing himself. The child's arms were not strong and could not hold heavy objects so early, so she could only learn slowly.

She thought she was very ugly after writing a few words.

Song Zhengtian looked behind his back and nodded slightly, "Well, I have made great progress, which shows that I am not lazy in my daily life, which is good."

Zilan laughed in his heart. I have practiced calligraphy for many years in my previous life. I am not a real child. Of course, there are advantages.

Although I was a bit suspicious of cheating, I still calmed down and practiced my calligraphy seriously. After all, I had to learn everything again and I should not slackew.

After practicing the big words for an hour, the two children's stomachs began to rumbling.

Zilan raised her head and bit her pen, "Dad, I'm hungry."

Song Zhengtian glanced at her, picked up the two of them and read them carefully, circled a few good words and commented, and urged Zi Yan to practice seriously.

They were let go, "Okay, go for a meal."

"Oh, we can finally have a meal."

Zi Lan was the first to jump up and run out. God, why is my father so strict and serious? He is such a stern teaching. You can foresee that there will be hard days in the future.

"This kid, run slowly and don't fall."

Song Zhengtian followed behind and shouted.

Zi Yan didn't dare to be so crazy. He would be knocked by his father in the head, and followed his father calmly and moderately like a little adult.

The family had dinner together at night, and there was no rule of not having sex or sleeping. Perhaps Song Zhengtian was busy outside for a day and had time to communicate with his family. Therefore, the rules were not strict. Instead, he asked about things at home, what the children had learned, what they did, etc., which was very warm.

"Mom, can I sleep alone in the future?"

Zilan wanted to ask for sleep alone, but sometimes he had to take something from the space and carry someone on his back.

"Why do you have to sleep alone? What if you kick the quilt at night?"

Yang shook his head in disapproval.

"I have never kicked the quilt, and the nanny snored. She snatched my quilt and I was sick."

Zilan only realized that the little girl had the memory that the nurse turned over and snatched the child's quilt at night, so she got sick. The nurse was afraid of being punished and lost her job, so she lied that the child was crazy and sweating and was not allowed to change her clothes.

When Yang heard this, his face turned pale, "So that's the case, why don't you tell your mother?"

She always thought that the child loved to play and sweat and got sick.

Zi Lan lowered her head and said voluntarily, "The nanny begs me to keep it secret. My mother always tells me to be grateful and filial, but Isn't the book also said that?

No matter how bad she is, she has raised me for several years. I am fine, and my mother has punished me. Forget it. The nanny also has a family of children to support me. What if there is something wrong with me, wouldn’t it be my sin?”

Song Zhengtian sighed, "Leqing, after this year, you can give the nanny some money, so let her go home. I will go back to Beijing to report my work in the spring of next year. It's just an excuse. By then, the child will be older and no longer need nanny."

Yang took a deep breath, endured it again and again, "My husband, it's my fault. I've just let Lan'er suffer the hardships of these days for nothing, and I almost went there. I saw the wrong person. I thought he was an honest person. Who knew that he had such a big mistake and had concealed it and deceived the child."

"Lan'er is fine, just because she has taken care of Lan'er for more than three years. It would be fine if she has fulfilled this friendship, so as not to let people talk."

Song Zhengtian was also a little angry, but he was even more rational. It was a blessing that the child was fine, otherwise he would not have given up.

"I got it, I will do it."

Yang took a deep breath and wiped away his tears, touched Zi Lan's head, and seriously reminded, "Lan'er, do you not hide anything from your parents and brothers in the future. You must explain it to us clearly. Don't trust others too much. Even a close slave should not trust them completely, so as not to be deceived. Do you understand?"

Zilan nodded seriously, "I remember, mom, I won't know anymore, don't cry."

Yang nodded and stopped talking, feeling a little angry.

Zi Lan sighed. The negligence of the nurse caused the little girl's death, and being fired early now is considered a punishment.

This nanny is really not very dedicated, and staying with her is also a hidden danger. It is better to quit by Yang's hand.

Yang did not show any clues afterwards, but he had already made up his mind.

Zi Lan got up early the next morning. The nurse put on her clothes, combed her hair, and took her to the main room to pay her respects.

Yang has also dressed up, and Song Zhengtian is going to work in the yamen.

"I sent my servants to send you to the temple to burn incense. Mu Xiang Hongxia followed the young master and the lady, so you should not leave your sight."

"yes."

"Brother Yan, you are the brother who wants to look at your sister. Lan'er wants to listen to your mother and brother. Don't run around, there are kidnapped outside."

Song Zhengtian repeatedly explained.

"Yes, Lan'er is obedient."

Zilan tilted her head and showed a soft and cute smile.

Song Zhengtian picked up his daughter and led his wife and children out, put her in the carriage and sat down, then turned to the yamen.

Four or five servants followed him to a temple around to burn incense. Zilan was here for the first time to go out. He curiously opened the curtain of the carriage and looked out. It was so rare that Yang Xiaoxiao didn't care.
Chapter completed!