In the evening, Zhulan sat by the small kang holding the boiled soup in her hand, "It makes you fuss wildly, this time I'm getting cold."

Chang Zhong’s nasal voice is a bit heavy, his little head is hot, "Mom, the medicine is bitter."

Zhulan felt distressed. Her son hasn't had a few illnesses since he was born. Every time he got sick, it cost her half of her life. "It won't be bitter after drinking it in one sip. I'll drink it. I'll have sugar."

Chang Zhong had tears in his eyes, and his eyes closed and his mouth opened.

Zhulan saw that her son had taken the medicine and hurriedly took the candy and put it in her son's mouth, "After drinking the medicine, you'll have a good sleep in a while, and it'll be fine if you get up tomorrow."

Changzhong opened his eyes and said, "Mom, I miss my dad."

Every time I get sick, my father will guard him, and now my mother is still the only one!

Zhulan patted her son, "Your father misses you too, go to bed quickly."

Fortunately, my son was young and had a fuss for another afternoon. He fell asleep after drinking the soup for a while.

Zhulan carefully covered her son with a quilt, sat up and rubbed her shoulders, "It's not easy for the child to do it."

Mrs. Song felt that the mistress was very good at raising children, "Young Master will be better if you grow up."

Zhulan didn't think so, her feelings told her that her son would not stop in the future.

In the Zhou Mansion of Jinzhou, Zhou Shuren had dinner with his stomach. He didn't want to stay in the empty room and took Changzhi to the study. "After the meal in the future, you can come to the study and go back to rest in two hours."

Changzhi, “…….”

It takes two hours to go back, it’s time to go to bed. No, Dad, you’re boring in the house yourself, and you can’t harm him!

Zhou Shuren looked at Changzhi with a depressed look on his face, "How can you have any objections?"

Changzhi was shocked, "No, no objection, Dad, you only look at the study. Don't you think it's too quiet?"

Zhou Shuren followed the words, "So?"

Changzhi grinned, "So, Mingteng and Mingrui are not young anymore. It's time to accept your advice. Yes, Xiao Minghui, this kid is very smart."

Zhou Shuren twitched the corners of his mouth. He was unlucky and wanted to pull his nephews. Thinking of Mingteng and Mingrui's noisy, Zhou Shuren curled the corners of his mouth, "Go and call them!"

Changzhi bent his eyes, "Dad, I think the eldest brother and the second brother should learn more. People should learn endlessly and keep improving."

Anyway, he is not good, so no one can think of it. Now that my mother is not in the mansion, don’t push him out and push him in front of him!

Zhou Shuren curled his lips, "You have a good idea. People should live until they are old. Studying does not depend on being late. As long as you study hard, you are yours. It's good."

Chang Zhi went to each room to call people quickly. Soon, except for Ming Yun, who was not involved in independent learning, the rest were all here.

The study room, which was a little empty just now, seemed a little crowded, but it was still very quiet.

Boss Zhou lowered his head, afraid that his father would look at him. His experience told him that as long as his mother was not at home, his father would be his father!

Zhou Shuren swept the Zhou family's male son, and the son's generation was like this, and no matter how he changed, he could not change anything. The grandson's generation, Mingyun, he has always been with him since ancient times. This child looks the most like him, Mingteng and Mingrui, and it is indeed time to concentrate on his mind. These two children have many pranks in the academy, but fortunately they are responsible and will not make trouble in front of him.

Minghui, this child is still young, has a big temper and a straightforward nature, but he is still a smart child. He likes this Zhulan appearance in his heart.

Zhou Shuren didn't speak, and the Zhou family man in the study felt uneasy.

Zhou Shuren asked Minghui to come over, picked up Minghui and said to the eldest and second son: "Changzhi means, you have been too relaxed recently, and just take advantage of my time. During this period, you will come to the study room after dinner and I will teach you personally."

Mr. Zhou was just so happy because of his younger son, but now he was confused. He was about to be a grandfather. But he could only say something in his heart. He didn't dare to spit a word on his lips, so he could only stare at Changzhi fiercely. This kid just wanted to pull everyone into the water, scheming!

Zhou Laoer withdrew his gaze from Minghui and looked at Changzhi faintly. Hey, he missed Changzhi in the past!

Mingteng and Mingrui shivered. Uncle Fourth had hurt them too much!

Zhou Shuren held the brush and held the little grandson's hand, "Okay, you can find a seat, by the way, today's lesson Changzhi talks."

Changzhi, “…….”

Sure enough, dad is always dad, and this time he cheated himself.

Zhou Shuren said again: "Changzhi, I can see the results clearly. If I don't satisfy me, you know."

Changzhi, “…….”

No, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know at all!

Zhou Lao Er looked at Minghui, and his father taught him to write step by step. This was a treatment that only Chang Zhong had before, and he felt so uncomfortable. The eldest son You Mingyun had an absolute advantage, but now Minghui came again. Seeing his son holding a book look weak, he pursed his lips. No, absolutely not. His son is also very smart, and his son must be successful.

The next morning, Zhulan woke up and touched her son's head. She was no longer hot. Her heart was holding her back and she sat up and shook her head. She didn't dare to sleep that night. Her son was sick before, and Zhou Shuren helped to watch, but now she is the only one herself.

Pooh Song took the day to sleep, Zhulan got up to wash, and said to Pooh Song: "After eating, look at Changzhong, I'll take a rest."

What Mr. Song didn't understand in his heart was that neither the master nor the mistress liked to be served at night, nor did he let him stay in the hall, and he would rather work hard.

If Zhulan knew what Mrs. Song was thinking, she would definitely reply in her heart, because she was afraid of dreaming and talking to her sleep. It was not that she and Zhou Shuren didn't want to enjoy it, but that there were too many secrets between the two.

Because the main courtyard is far away from each courtyard, it was cold again, so Zhulan let them eat it. After dinner, Zhulan lay down and rested, and I don’t know how long she had slept.

Dong Chuchu came in, "Mom, Deng Xiucai is here."

Zhulan sat up, slept for a while and was more energetic, "I'll change my body for a while, and then go out."

Dong Chuchu took the clothes prepared in advance and put them down. Zhulan changed her clothes. Mrs. Song combed her hair again. Zhulan sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at her hair. Although she also lost her hair, she lost very little and was still thick.

When we arrived in the hall, Chang Lian and Deng Xiucai had finished talking, and Deng Xiucai was holding a list in his hand.

Zhulan sat down and signaled that she would not have to greet her. "I originally wanted to bring Deng Yun back, but Deng Yun said that she had just returned and didn't come back."

Deng Xiucai was silent. He knew that this was his son's excuse, and his son didn't want to come back.

Zhulan was not going to ask about Deng Xiucai's family affairs. Last year, Deng Xiucai came to pick up his daughter. She thought she would send her back. Later, she found out that Deng Xiucai kept his daughter at home. How could he be cruel to him?
Chapter completed!