Qinghua Academy.

The wooden sign engraved with these three characters is covered with traces of time, and the cracks in the wooden sign are vaguely visible.

Qing Ruoqian pointed to the yard in front of her and said, "This is the yard where the fourth uncle lived during his lifetime. Grandpa has been sending people to clean it up over the years. Although grandpa looks a bit strict, it is actually emotional inside and his behavior is completely rational."

Qingji nodded and almost realized it.

Qing Ruoqian continued, "Qinghua Courtyard is one of the best courtyards in Qingfu. In the early years, the fourth uncle was dedicated to it. Over the years, my grandfather has also been very concerned about it. The second wife wanted to go to this yard several times and was rejected by my grandfather. You can live in it to make a wish for grandfather. Take care of the yard and don't damage it. There are too many things here..."

Qingji smiled and looked at Qing Ruoqian and said, "I am a veteran in the yard..."

Qing Ruoqian smiled, as if these words were said a little redundant, because Qing Ji was indeed like this. When she left the small town in Yunnan, Qing Ruoqian had seen Qing Ji's ability to manage the house.

The little girl Qingyao looked at Qingji with a surprised look and asked, "Brother Qingji, can you still take care of the yard?"

Qingji nodded with a smile.

Qingyao looked at Qingji with admiration and sighed: "Brother Qingji is so powerful. Unlike me, she can't even fold a quilt. She is scolded by her father every day. She is so worried about being so angry!"

Qingji couldn't help laughing at Qingyao, who had a very rich expression.

Qing Ruoqian knew the reason well. She squatted down, pinched Qingyao's face, and smiled and said, "If you concentrate on folding the quilt instead of folding it while being wild and wild, can you fold it?"

Qingyao looked at Qing Ruoqian in surprise and asked in confusion: "Sister Qian, how do you know I am thinking about things?"

Qing Ruoqian smiled and said, "The mountain man has his own trick. Okay, Sister Qian will send you back. Brother Qingji is going to bed. How about playing tomorrow?"

The reason why Qing Ruoqian likes Qingyao is because she is very obedient and has a completely different personality from Xue Chai. Grandpa said that she looks very much like her second uncle when she was a child.

When Qingyao heard this, she immediately grabbed Qing Ruoqian's hand and bowed to Qingji.

Qing Ji was amused and crying, and waved to Qing Yao.

"Go to rest early, there should be servants in the yard. If you are not used to it, you can let them go down. It's still early for the first exam in the school. There is no hurry to do this. I will discuss it with my grandfather before making plans. However, don't slack off on the matter of studying and self-study. It is not only a promise to my grandfather, but also a effort to improve the linear rate of your first exam in the school. Come on! Let's go!" After Qing Ruoqian finished her instructions, she pulled Qingyao back the same way.

Qingji stood there, waiting for two figures, one big and one small, to disappear from sight, before he turned around and entered Qinghua Academy.

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As soon as he stepped into the yard, Qingji felt the fragrance of flowers coming to his face and felt refreshed.

There is a two-story house and a row of wing rooms in the courtyard. At this time, the two-story houses are brightly lit, and the originally slightly dim courtyard is extremely bright. Qingji looks at the rockery in the courtyard and the flowing streams. Beside the artificially excavated channels, there is a tree of osmanthus, with cross-like petals emitting bursts of fragrance. The lights in the house are reflected on the milky white petals, which look particularly beautiful.

Qingji looked at everything in front of him and understood and carefully cared for this sentence.

Qingji walked out of the house along the corridor. Before he could reach the door, a maid hurried forward, gave a blessing, and said, "Young Master, please please..."

In fact, it was very uncomfortable to call Qingji the young master. When He Tian called him that, Qingji asked him to change his words, but he could not twist He Tian, ​​so he looked like that. But now I heard from others that even though he was not so helpless, he was inevitably a little uncomfortable.

As for asking the servant to change his words, this is not realistic.

Qingji looked at the maid in front of him and should be about the same age as Qing Ruoqian. He nodded and walked into the room.

The layout of the house is a bit different, which is different from the gorgeous and luxurious as Qingji imagined. I saw the bookshelf in the room, and the bookshelf were filled with books, which looked extremely magnificent. In the southeast corner of the house, there was a long desk hanging around it, and there were some calligraphy and paintings hanging around it. On the desk, there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones, all of which were available. Qingji looked at everything in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised because he was used to the gorgeous decoration, and now he looked at the house, naturally he felt strange. However, Qingji felt that such decoration was very simple, more like the house where the teacher lived. He looked around and saw that his father was a teacher?

Qingji is unknown, but one thing we can know is that his father loves reading books very much. Because Qingji found that the books on the bookshelf were not new, although there was no dust accumulation due to frequent maintenance, the pages of the book were basically yellowed, and several books "Shuowen Jiezi" seemed to be very old, and the printed pattern was much earlier than he had now.

"I heard that the Fourth Master is a scholar who loves reading very much. When he was young, he was inspiring to read all books all over the world. It is not surprising that there are so many books..." The maid saw that Qingji was fascinated by it, so she explained, but she regretted it as soon as she opened her mouth. The servant interrupted the matter of the master, which was very boring.

"Thank you, actually, I don't know myself very well...father's affairs? Sister, do you know very well?"

The maid who thought she would be scolded was stunned. She looked at Qingji and said in a panic: "Young Master has ruined me..."

Qingji scratched his head and no longer worried about the question of title. He asked with a smile: "Do you know a lot?"

The maid shook her head and said, "Report to the young master, these stories are all told by the older generation in the mansion. They are scattered and not many..."

Qingji nodded and smiled, "If you think of something, you can tell me, don't think it's inappropriate. I also want to know more about my father's deeds..."

The maid hesitated for a long time and nodded, as if she agreed.

Qingji looked at the second floor and asked, "What's the one above?"

The maid hurriedly said, "The master bedroom is the place to sleep. If the young master wants to rest, I will prepare the bath water and change the clothes for the young master..."

Qingji shook his head and said, "No, you go down. It's not that you think you're not doing well. Don't feel that you're not doing a good job. You don't have psychological pressure. It's just that I'm used to being alone and not being used to serving others..."

The maid hesitated for a long time, looked at Qingji's firm eyes, nodded and said, "If the young master has something to do, I'll be in the wing room next to him..."

Qingji smiled and nodded, saying, "Sure, I will definitely call you if I have something to do, don't worry..."

After getting Qingji's affirmative answer, the maid left with confidence. As for calling her again, Qingji probably won't do it anymore.

Although it was night, Qingji was not sleepy at all. He looked at the desk and suddenly remembered something. He immediately sat at the table, grinded his pen, and started writing a letter, sending one to Xuefeng Mountain in Baiyan Prefecture, and the other to Qiming Prefecture.

The boy was lit up at night, writing letters in strokes, and the smile on the corners of his mouth could not be stopped.

This is written without knowing the time.

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