After time travel, he devoted himself to helping his father with his career.

Mingjia refused Dong's sleeping service at night. After confessing to her family, I don't know if it was a psychological effect or she was used to the sound of tinnitus. In short, Mingjia could fall asleep alone at night.

Mingjia was lying on the bed thinking about the dinner scene. In her previous life, she seemed to have never received recognition from her parents or any relatives.

Her parents never praised her for anything, so the praise from Xiao Qingshan and Dong made her feel strange but very happy.

In the past, Ming Jia would deliberately act coquettish and cute with Xiao Qingshan and Dong for a small purpose. However, they are very few, and Mingjia often complains about herself in her heart.

But in fact, Mingjia doesn't know how to be a soft and waxy little cotton-padded jacket. Well, she had really regarded Dong as someone younger than her and in need of her protection.

After thinking about it, Mingjia finally came to the conclusion: How about I cook another dish tomorrow?

The next day, when Mingjia and her brother arrived in the study, they saw their master, Xie Boyuan, staring at him with a look of resentment. Mingjia knew without asking that it must be his father who came to show off to his master.

Mingjia walked directly to Xie Boyuan's desk, moved a small stool, climbed up and started to help Xie Boyuan grind his ink.

Originally, it was normal for an apprentice to serve his master's calligraphy and ink writing, but Mingjun and Mingjia were both young, and Xie Boyuan preferred to study ink by himself.

So this was the first time Mingjia helped Xie Boyuan grind ink. Mingjia was very patient and used even force. It was ground quickly and the ink was fine and rich in color. Ming Jia looked at Xie Boyuan: "Master, please use ink!"

Xie Boyuan has been observing Mingjia for a long time. Looking at the ink, Xie Boyuan decided to draw a picture today. "Okay! I will teach Jiajia how to paint today!"

In fact, Mingjun also started learning painting at the age of seven. After all, when he was too young, his wrists were not strong enough and it was difficult to control the brush well. Ming Jia has long admired her master Xie Boyuan for his excellent painting skills.

Then, Ming Jia, who was very interested, watched Xie Boyuan start painting "Ming Jia Yan Mo Tu". In fact, Xie Boyuan consulted Mingjia for his opinions during the painting process. "Why don't you change the small stool under your feet into a chair? It looks safer!"

If it weren't for respecting teachers in ancient times, Ming Jia would have just rolled his eyes at Xie Boyuan. Now Mingjia could pretend not to understand and just ignore Xie Boyuan's question.

In the end, Mr. Xie came over to teach Ming Jia how to paint after giving Ming Jun some guidance. Mr. Xie started from the very beginning of the brushwork, explaining and demonstrating at the same time.

The whole morning passed quickly, and Mingjia felt that there was still something to be learned. Finally, Mr. Xie helped Mingjia adjust the ink color, and led Mingjia one stroke at a time to draw a "Mao Rabbit Picture".

The two little rabbits hugging each other are obviously using black ink, but the shades of ink let Mingjia know that they are a little white rabbit and a little black and white rabbit.

Mingjia compared what Mr. Xie drew and what he drew. The difference was obvious, but it was enough to make Mingjia feel very accomplished. Mingjia learned to draw everyone's appearance and left his signature on the drawing paper.

"Shuang'er, when the ink dries, you take the painting to Shiqulou. Ask shopkeeper Li to ask someone to frame the painting. I want to hang it in my room!" Mingjia turned around and ordered the maid Shuang'er.

Upon hearing this, Shuang'er bent down and looked up at her lady, and replied with a smile: "Yes! Miss!"

Before leaving, Mingjia took a few glances at her paintings with satisfaction, and felt a little embarrassed in her heart: "I never thought that I have a talent for painting, and I am so good at it in just one morning!"

After the brother and sister left the study, Xie Boyuan also put away his paintbrush. He liked to paint very meticulously, and was only half-finished and needed to continue in the afternoon.

Xie Boyuan came over and saw the "Mao Rabbit Picture" left by Ming Jia. He only glanced at it and turned to ask his cousin: "How is it? It's much more difficult than when you taught me to paint, isn't it?"

Xie Boyuan originally wanted to hear his cousin praise him for his talent, but unexpectedly, Mr. Xie looked at his cousin with disgust. Finally, Mr. Xie said: "When I was teaching you, I was so noisy that I had a headache."

After saying that, without waiting for Xie Boyuan's reaction, Mr. Xie walked out of the study. Xie Boyuan was left alone in the study. After being stunned for a while, Xie Boyuan murmured to himself: "I was only five years old back then. It's normal to be noisy!"

In the past, Mr. Dong rarely asked about the study status of the two children. After all, Xiao Qingshan would take time to test and teach the two children every once in a while. However, recently, Dong often asked questions. Of course, she just wanted Mingjia to say a few more words.

It was Mrs. Shui who reminded Dong that Mingjia was only seven years old. If her hearing could not be restored within a short period of time, it might affect her speech.

Children in ancient times tended to speak later, and Mingjia was considered a child who spoke very early. But after all, she was only seven years old. After hearing Mrs. Shui's words, Dong was worried that it would affect Ming Jia's speech.

She was so frightened that Ms. Dong almost started to cry again, but Ms. Dong couldn't help it. From then on, Dong started to chat with Mingjia on various topics.

I heard today that my daughter actually started learning to paint, and I remembered the painting I had collected. Ms. Dong really wanted to collect her daughter's first painting. "Jiajia, would you like to give the painting you made this morning to your mother?"

Mingjia originally wanted to collect it for himself, but it seemed good to give it to his mother. "Okay, I asked Shuang'er to take it and frame it. Once it's framed, I'll send it to my mother!"

When Mingjun heard this, he quickly took the opportunity to say that he also needed a painting in his room. Ming Jia tilted her head and looked at her brother, thought for a while and said, "Rabbit is not suitable for me. When Mr. Xie and I learn how to draw other things, we will give my brother a painting."

When Mingjun saw that his sister had agreed, but only wanted to wait a little longer, he quickly expressed that he was not in a hurry and that his sister could practice slowly. For some reason, Mingjia felt that her brother was dissatisfied with her current painting skills.

In the Prince's East Palace in the capital, the Prince received a secret message from a secret guard. This was the first time that his Taifu Xie Boyuan had sent him a secret message. When he thought of the war in the northwest, the prince quickly opened the secret message.

Then, the prince became sour again. For such an important matter as the Northwest War, the Taifu was in Sichuan Province, which was a key state for the Yelu tribe to attack. The Taifu clearly sent a letter back to the capital in advance, but he did not reveal any information to himself.

Now everyone is staring at the letter from Northwest, and the Taifu is clearly sending a secret letter to himself. Then I wanted to find an imperial doctor who specialized in treating hearing loss!

Although it was a secret message, as the Prince of the East Palace, he was watched by countless people every day. Now that he thought about it, he knew everything. He received a secret letter from the northwest. Those people didn't know the content of the letter, but they couldn't stop them from spreading rumors!

The prince is not afraid of other people's suspicions, but he still has to think about his father.