Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

"Wrong Qingyun." Feng Huayang corrected Fu Qingyun's movements again, "Don't be so stiff."

Fu Qingyun smiled awkwardly and repeated the action again. The little girl in the mirror had stiff movements and an awkward expression, as if she was performing a farce.

Feng Huayang came over again, raised his hands, and bent his waist. Now it was like a puppet show.

Fu Qingyun laughed, and Feng Huayang sighed softly, "Qingyun is very dignified."

Fu Qingyun was embarrassed. It was not that she didn't know how to bend down, but she felt very embarrassed. She wasn't even sure if this etiquette was correct, even though Feng Huayang did it so smoothly and gracefully.

"Aunt, I don't understand." Fu Qingyun was a little frustrated and a little unconvinced.

Feng Huayang knelt gracefully again, his attitude respectful and arrogant, "What's there to not understand? If you can't make the rules, you have to follow them, unless you don't want to live within this system."

"Just like this, the more natural you are, the more it's just an action, and the more unnatural you are, the more inferior you are." Feng Huayang raised her hand and gently rubbed Qingyun's head. She felt that Qingyun didn't understand, but inexplicably she felt that she should say it this way.

Fu Qingyun sighed slightly, stood up straight, looked into the mirror and smiled proudly, implying that she was a princess of a country and etiquette was just a way of showing respect for others.

She lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, bent her knees slightly, closed her eyelids slightly and revealed a clear and shallow smile, "Good evening."

Although Feng Huayang felt that his movements were still a little stiff, his progress was obvious, so he praised him and said, "It's much better than before. Just practice more in the next few days and you'll be fine."

"You were supposed to perform the opening dance, but this time we have something else very important to do, so you escaped. You can practice slowly." Feng Huayang flicked Qingyun's forehead with his finger.

Fu Qingyun's face wrinkled when she heard this. She was a pragmatic person and didn't like these ideological things.

"This time your father is going to prepare a Chinese-style banquet. I'm afraid you will have to stand for a while while the guests are being welcomed, and then you can just eat next to your father."

Feng Huayang thought for a while, thinking about what he did when he was a child, "If someone praises you, you can say thank you uncle or thank you aunt. If someone says good night to you, you can also say good night. If someone wishes you well, you can say thank you or wish him good health and all the best."

"Yes, that's it. You won't go wrong this way. Oh, and speak louder. Don't be afraid. These are your father's guests, and none of them are particularly powerful."

Fu Qingyun nodded blankly, but she was actually beginning to despair in her heart. She was an introverted person. Fu Shengyu and Feng Huayang were her biological son and daughter. She had talked to them countless times in her mind, but she couldn't open her mouth to talk to anyone else.

"I will work hard."

Feng Huayang nodded, "Okay, then what should I pay attention to when I call Qingyun to eat next time."

Fu Qingyun was familiar with this. Dining etiquette was taught to him since childhood and had long since formed muscle memory.

Downstairs, Wen Geyin poured another glass of water for Chang Jin across from her. "It's rare that Huayang takes a few days off, but you're still reading books every day like before. I'm really impressed by you."

Chang Jin put down the book after finishing this chapter, took a sip of tea and said, "I found that reporting with my sister allows me to spend more time together."

Wen Geyin raised his eyebrows, stroking the white porcelain cup with his fingers, a little absent-minded.

"Wu Geng is going to have a boxing match tomorrow night, and my sister said she would go to cheer him on. Cheng Yu will be back from further studies in two days, so my sister won't pay any attention to me." Chang Jin's voice became increasingly low.

Wen Geyin raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were tolerant and gentle, as if she was looking at a frustrated child. He comforted her, "You are pure and kind, Huayang likes this kind of person very much."

Chang Jin felt as if he was stabbed with a knife. He picked up the cup and took a big sip of tea. Not only did he know that it was not simple, but the person opposite him knew it even better.

"It's over." Fu Qingyun went downstairs excitedly, with an undisguised smile of happiness on his face.

Chang Jin felt blocked in his heart again. Originally, everyone had a lot of tricks up their sleeves, so he could act innocent. But now a really innocent child came, and no matter how he acted, he couldn't hide his evil intentions.

"Miss, have you learned it?" Wen Geyin said with a smile. Her voice was like the autumn breeze that was neither dry nor cold, which made people feel warm inside.

"Yeah, I got it." Fu Qingyun felt as if his intelligence was forcibly lowered when he heard Wen Geyin speak, and he felt a little dizzy.

It’s no wonder that her daughter is such a voice-control freak since she is such a mother.

"Young Miss is really attentive. You learned it so quickly." Wen Geyin turned over another teacup and poured her a cup of tea. "Be careful of the heat. Drink slowly. The aftertaste is sweet."

Fu Qingyun took it and blew on it before taking a sip. Then he quickly put the cup down and stuck out his tongue, "It's bitter."

Chang Jin looked at the little idiot and laughed. The little idiot's wrinkled face was actually quite cute.

Wen Geyin also smiled, "You are young, it's normal that you can't drink it, can I warm a cup of milk for you?"

Fu Qingyun shook his head, "I drank this morning, and my aunt said she had something to do, so she asked me to come down and play with you guys."

Chang Jin looked at Fu Qingyun. Her cheeks were a little too thin, and now she looked a little pale and thin. The winter wind was too cold, and she might have been outside for too long. Her apple cheeks were a little red, which was not good-looking, and she looked a little dark, like a colorful clown egg.