After rebirth, the abandoned concubine became involved in the medical world

Shui Baozhu turned around and got into the carriage with the help of the maid, her back showing a bit of impatience.

At the gate of the palace, a queue had already formed when they arrived.

Wang and Shui Baozhu opened the curtain of the carriage and took a look, and couldn't help but feel displeased. They had arrived early enough, and they didn't want to be taken over by someone else, which was really unlucky.

Putting down the car curtain, Wang patted Shui Baozhu's hand and said, "Don't worry, my mother's Baozhu is so good, they won't be your opponent."

Of course, she lowered her voice when she said this, but now she still has it in her head. At this time, she cannot offend many noble ladies from aristocratic families through verbal disputes.

Shui Baozhu also knew that now was not the time to be willful, so she nodded obediently and said, "Yes, mother, my daughter understands."

Time passed little by little, and Shui Baozhu entered the palace smoothly. There would be no results for a while. Besides, Wang was confident that her daughter would stay, so she naturally returned to the mansion to wait for the good news.

Du Mansion, Mr. Du asked for leave today to stay in the manor, absently looking at the books in his hands, and looking up at Shui Miao from time to time.

No matter how much Shui Miao immersed himself in the sea of ​​books, he was still speechless by Mr. Du. He sighed helplessly, poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Mr. Du, "Teacher, what do you want to say?"

Tell her what you have to say, and don't make her feel uncomfortable by holding back on what you want to say.

Mr. Du coughed slightly in embarrassment, "Well, it's not a big deal. I think you have been studying too hard these days. Relax appropriately. Do you want to go play with Yan'er for a while?"

Du Siyan was practicing calligraphy next to her. She had also noticed that Mr. Du always looked at Shui Miao, as if he wanted to say something to comfort him. At this time, Shui Miao was exposed, and he immediately put down his pen and looked at Mr. Du. Is this the result?

Is it tight lately? These days, weren't she and Shui Miao doing embroidery, swinging on swings, turning flower ropes, and reading storybooks in their own yard from time to time? What's the point?

Of course, these things are just for fun. Tang Xuerong still pays attention to the upbringing of his daughter, but it can't be said that she is nervous about studying.

The little girl's eyes were too straightforward. Mr. Du, an old man, understood what his granddaughter meant at a glance, but he didn't explain anything. He was now afraid that Shui Miao would be sad because of the Shui family's affairs, no matter how the blood relationship was broken. They are my own family members. We have been together for more than ten years and have more or less feelings for each other.

Shui Miao tilted her head and looked at Mr. Du, and suddenly remembered that today was the day of the draft. When she got up this morning, she heard a few words from the maid in the mansion. She smiled calmly and said, "Teacher, I think it's just right now."

Mr. Du was relieved when he saw that she really wasn't in a bad mood, "Okay, then you can continue studying."

There was clear stupidity in Du Siyan's eyes, "Grandpa, didn't you say that sister Sanshui and I can go play?"

Mr. Du pretended to be serious and said with a straight face: "It's just fun. Practice your calligraphy. Look at what you write. It's as good as your cousin's dog crawling calligraphy."

Du Siyan didn't pay attention to Mr. Du's daily pretense of disgust, and rolled her eyes, "Grandpa, I'm only seven years old."

After hearing their conversation, Shui Miao glanced at Du Siyan's handwriting and praised: "Yanyan's handwriting has already begun to show its character. It's true, but she is still young and lacks strength. If she keeps practicing hard, she should It will be its own thing.”

Du Siyan's eyes were bright, "Really?" As she said this, she picked up the paper and looked at the words on it with joy. The more she read, the better she felt.

Even when facing his granddaughter, Mr. Du was always strict when it came to knowledge, "Okay, don't be silly. Good handwriting requires unremitting practice, so hurry up and continue writing."