After being kicked out of the wealthy family, her ancestor shocked the world

Qin Zhaozhao's heart sank, and she quickly replied: "The teacher is very good to me and has taken great pains to teach me."

"If that's the case, why did you lie to me that your mother is innocent? Do you know how much impact it will have on your reputation if I sit there?" Zuo Zhe stood up abruptly and roared.

The person on trial is Mrs. Qin, so there must be some wealthy people present.

It was inevitable that he would be recognized.

"I, I didn't know that was the case."

Qin Zhaozhao was sobbing and looked very aggrieved.

"Before, Chu Peining insulted me in front of the whole class. Mom just said a few words to help me, but Grandpa made things difficult for her. I understand that Mom is angry with Chu Peining, but I didn't expect her to do that..."

Qin Zhaozhao cried so hard that she couldn't speak.

Seeing her red eyes, Zuo Zhe couldn't bear to blame her anymore, so he softened his voice and asked, "You really don't know?"

Qin Zhaozhao shook his head.

Zuo Zhe stopped talking to her, pressed her shoulders and comforted her: "Alright, I believe you are innocent. Such a big change happened at home, you should not practice the piano today, go back and adjust your mood."

"I won't." Qin Zhaozhao raised her head firmly, "I can't let these things affect my mood. The concert is coming soon, I must work harder."

Zuo Zhe was moved by her tenacity and nodded.

"Then go practice the piano."

Bai Wei's behavior was indeed disgusting.

Fortunately, Qin Zhaozhao did not get infected by her bad habits.

……

Back at the villa, Chu Penin continued her painting.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and she subconsciously said, "Come in."

Mo Peiyun came in and said in a gentle tone: "Ningning, Aunt Ji is here."

"Yeah." Chu Peining responded indifferently.

Mo Peiyun looked over and saw that the painting was basically finished.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and stood behind Chu Peining admiring her, his words full of pride and praise.

"My Ningning is really amazing. She finished the painting so quickly."

Chu Peining finished the last stroke, looked at it carefully, turned around and asked him: "What do you think?"

Mo Peiyun nodded repeatedly, "The composition is reasonable, the changes in light and shadow are captured sensitively, and the brushstrokes are smooth. It is a rare masterpiece!"

He lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl who was half a head shorter than him. The corners of her eyes were raised and there was a deep smile in her eyes. He was very surprised.

“The boldness and heaviness of the colors are actually very Viola-like.”

Chu Peining put down his paintbrush and said, "I think so too."

Mo Peiyun smiled slightly, "My Ningning is still a little arrogant."

He glanced at Chu Pening's clothes which were covered in paint.

The space near the canvas has also been sprinkled with a lot of paint, with flowers and sculptures stained with colors that do not belong to them, thickly smeared all over.

"You draw very casually." Mo Peiyun smiled and touched her head. "Aunt Ji brought you a gift. Go change your clothes first."

As for the paint in this room, just keep it.

For an artist, the studio is a secret and unique place that inspires the artist’s inspiration, is an extension of the artist’s work style, and carries the deep imprint of the artist’s soul.

No matter how careful he was, he couldn't create the feeling of inspiration flooding into his mind, so Mo Peiyun simply gave up and placed some artworks in a regular pattern.

Since it is for Chu Peining, let her add this unique touch of color.

Chu Peining changed her clothes and went downstairs. Ji Qingzhi was sitting in the living room drinking tea.

Hearing the noise, she looked over with a smile on her face.

"Ningning is here." Ji Qingzhi greeted her warmly, took Chu Peining's hand and brought her over.

"This is the seven-stringed harp that I asked the Ancient Music World to prepare. Take a look and see if you like it."

Chu Peining stepped forward and gently plucked one of the strings.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the zither vibrates, and the greatest sound is silent.

The material is hundreds of years old fir, and a strange light emanates from the body of the instrument.

Chu Peining felt the spiritual energy contained in it, and golden light overflowed from her eyes. As expected, she saw a milky white spiritual halo on the lyre.

She closed her eyes.

As the only surviving descendant of Yuefu in modern times, the seven-stringed zither in the ancient music world must be the best.

It’s a pity that there is still a gap compared to a hundred years ago.

Chu Peining smiled and said, "Thank you, Master."

"This is as it should be." Ji Qingzhi looked around, "Where's Si Nan? Why can't I see him?"

Chu Peining glanced at the time. "I have to take a leave today because of something. School is just over now. Teacher Si should be on his way back."

Ji Qingzhi nodded, "I came over to see if he had given away those kittens."

"He gave one away."

"Did they really give it away?" Ji Qingzhi was a little surprised. "Given his personality, he should have kept them all by his side."

"A classmate in the class wanted it, so he gave it to him." Chu Peining nodded.

Ji Qingzhi complained: "Yes, he is always generous."

I just don't take the initiative to speak.

If someone asks, if the relationship is good, they will definitely give it as a gift.

She turned her head and looked at Mo Peiyun.

"Are you going back on New Year's Day?"

Mo Peiyun shook his head and stared at Chu Peining with his narrow and long phoenix eyes.

"There has been no such plan recently."

"Since you're not going back, why don't you bring Ningning to my place to celebrate the festival. It'll be more lively with more people around." Ji Qingzhi invited warmly.

I left home and came here to live in seclusion for some leisure time, but there was no one around me during the holidays.

Si Nan is a Weigel. Influenced by her, he learned Chinese and understood Chinese culture since childhood, but he had few opportunities to experience it personally.

Although it is not the Spring Festival, it would be a bit lonely for two people to celebrate a holiday like New Year's Day.

Chu Peining is now being raised by Mo Peiyun, and he has no plans to return to the imperial capital, so they might as well live together.

"I'd love to, what do you think, Ningning?"

Chu Peining also agreed.

She hadn't celebrated such a festive occasion for a long time.

The day she awakened and returned was Mr. Mu’s funeral. The dead are the most important, and there were a series of troublesome things waiting to be dealt with, otherwise she would definitely celebrate her "rebirth".

"Then let's put it this way. After Ningning finishes school on the 31st, you can bring her directly to my place." Ji Qingzhi smiled, "My place is big, you can stay here if you want."

Mo Peiyun nodded, "Thank you, Aunt Ji."

After making the appointment, Ji Qingzhi was about to leave.

Chu Peining asked: "Don't wait for Teacher Si to come back?"

"Him?" Ji Qingzhi's eyes rolled up slightly. "Forget it. As long as I know he's alive, that's enough."

Mo Peiyun and Chu Peining went out to see her off and watched the car go away.

Chu Peining suddenly said, "They have a really good relationship as mother and son."

She didn't know how she was born. When she became conscious, she was already an adult.

Apart from the name "Chu Pening", nothing else is known.

Now that the soul is designed to be reincarnated, it can be considered as having parents.

But in this life, she was brought to the Mu family since she was young and had no idea who her parents were.

Mr. Mu was attracted by Chu Peining's good fortune and took her home, but ordinary people have no way of knowing such things.