As soon as Jiangmen Jiaojiao opened her eyes, she was paranoid that the prince had come to steal her

Qiu Huixian was stunned for a moment, then took the "Thirteen Theory of the Art of War" from Xie Huan's hand and put it down, "Go to sleep."

"Ah."

Xie Huan nodded and walked out. He took the time to take another look at the book and asked Qiu Huixian: "Auntie, where did this book come from?"

Qiu Huixian is full of poetry and calligraphy.

The people around her, even the little maids, can write and draw.

This book "Thirteen Tales of the Art of War" really doesn't fit in with Priscilla Qiu, and it doesn't look like something that should appear on Priscilla Qiu's desk.

But Qiu Huixian looked calm, as if she knew the origin of this book and had a close relationship with it?

How could Qiu Huixian have imagined that her children would be so sensitive?

She just thought that Xie Huan didn't know that Xie Changyu's calligraphy was extremely... bad, so naturally she couldn't say much.

After all, Xie Changyu is Xie Huan's father.

Now the child admires his father very much. If he directly knew that his father's calligraphy was so bad and still urged him to practice calligraphy, then I am afraid that the father's image in the child's mind would collapse.

This is not very good.

Qiu Huixian thought that even if the child wanted to know, she shouldn't know it from herself.

For a moment, Qiu Huixian suddenly had the feeling that she and Xie Changyu had a little secret, which was a little weird, but also a little thoughtful and subtle.

Qiu Huixian personally sent Xie Huan to Zaiyue Residence, asked someone to prepare warm water, and took Xie Huan to wash up.

Xie Huan said obediently: "I can do this myself, I don't need my aunt to take care of me."

But even though he said this, he also liked the feeling of being taken care of by Qiu Huixian, and washed up step by step.

While making his bed, Priscilla Qiu said, "It's a rare time for you to go home, and it's also a rare time for me to take care of you... When you return to the academy, you will have to do everything by yourself."

"right."

Xie Huan said with a smile, changed into his pajamas and lay down on the bed.

Qiu Huixian pulled the quilt for him: "Go to sleep, I will leave after you fall asleep."

Xie Huan said "OK" again and closed his eyes.

Qiu Huixian sat quietly by the bed and asked Yin'er to extinguish the candles outside, leaving only one on the lampstand next to the bed in the inner room lit.

The room was dimly lit, and Priscilla Qiu leaned against the bedpost, waiting for her child to rest.

In fact, strictly speaking, she shouldn't be so hands-on with him.

There is a distinction between men and women, and the son avoids the mother.

What's more, she is also her stepmother. Xie Huan is almost nine years old, and she has already reached the age of avoidance.

It's just that Xie Huan is obviously very attached to her. If she insists on avoiding it, the child may not be at peace.

Qiu Huixian couldn't help but think that he might have been used to Yao Wanning's company before, but now even if Yao Wanning is no longer around, he always feels empty without someone by his side.

Ultimately, I still don't get enough attention, and I feel unsafe.

Such sensitive children need to be given more attention, companionship, and more patience.

Qiu Huixian thought about it and had some more detailed ideas in her mind.

The sound of gentle and even breathing came to my ears.

Qiu Huixian lowered her head and saw that Xie Huan must have fallen asleep.

She pulled the quilt back on the child, slowly put down the bed curtain, got up and left.

When he went to the porch outside the door, a servant who kept watch came forward to pay his respects.

After Qiu Huixian gave her serious explanation, she returned to Changfeng Garden.

Entering the room, Qiu Huixian took advantage of the opportunity to wash up and told Aunt Cui to get up early tomorrow morning and stare at the kitchen to make some snacks for Xie Huan to take to the academy.

In addition, pack the clothes that you have made for your children before.

Yin'er couldn't help but whispered: "The young lady treats the young master very attentively... When you were in the house before, you had never been so hands-on to the second young lady and Master Mingjie." Qiu Huixian said calmly: " Today is different from the past, and this child is different from Lingyun and Mingjie."

At that time, there were many trivial matters in the Qiu family.

She is busy with the house's internal affairs, property and livelihood, etc. every day, and has almost no time to spare.

Every day is very stressful and exhausting.

After a busy day, I am so exhausted that I wish I could never fall asleep. How can I have time to make clothes and snacks for my younger siblings? Most of the time, just ask the servants to do it.

Now that I am so free in Xie Mansion, I have more time.

Moreover, Qiu Lingyun and Qiu Mingjie are not as young and sensitive as Xie Huan, so naturally they don't need to care about many details so carefully.

After washing up and putting down her black hair, Qiu Priscilla prepared to go to bed to rest.

The moment he sat on the bed, he inadvertently turned around and saw the direction of the writing desk outside.

She pondered for a moment, then stood up again and walked out.

"Miss?"

Yin'er was a little surprised and quickly followed to serve, "Don't you want to sleep again?"

Qiu Huixian said nothing and walked to the desk.

Yin'er quickly lit the candle on the candlestick and brought the lamp closer.

Qiu Huixian picked up the book "Thirteen Notes on the Art of War" and flipped through two pages at random.

The annotations on the book and Xie Changyu's serious and steady face gradually overlapped and then separated in Qiu Huixian's mind.

No matter how you think, you will violate the peace.

Qiu Huixian slowly closed the book, stroking the pages with her fingers, lowering her head and not knowing what she was thinking.

"Miss?" Yin'er waited for a long time, but before Qiu Huixian gave any instructions, she just saw her standing still and couldn't help calling: "Want to write for a while?"

"Do not write."

Qiu Huixian came to her senses, took "The Thirteen Theory of the Art of War" to the inner room, got on the bed, and said, "Read it for a while."

"it is good."

Yin'er stepped forward, lit the lamp next to the bed, and dragged a small stool over to sit there with her.

Qiu Huixian watched for more than an hour, and only after midnight did she feel a little sleepy.

At that time, Yin'er could no longer sit still, her head was moving a little bit, and she couldn't open her eyes.

Qiu Huixian calls Yin'er.

After the little maid staggered away, Qiu Huixian also fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Qiu Huixian got up and prepared things for Xie Huan to go to the academy. The snacks, clothes and other items ordered last night were also packed, and she personally handed them over to the boy who followed Xie Huan.

Xie Huan's eyes lit up as he looked at a package of things, "Thank you, aunt!"

"You're welcome, go ahead."

Qiu Huixian urged with a smile: "You must take good care of yourself in the academy, eat well, drink well, and sleep well. If the academy doesn't have what you want, ask someone to come home and tell me, and I will prepare it for you."

Xie Huan tilted his head and smiled: "But the academy is very strict, and no outside food is allowed in."

"Besides, my aunt said that it's not a good thing for me to be too special in the academy. If others don't like me, it's easy for me to get in trouble, or to form small groups to fight against me, or to isolate me. When the time comes, I'll have to deal with these things."

"Wouldn't that mean that we would spend much less time on homework?"

"I still won't send anyone back. What my aunt brought today is enough for me to eat for a long time. If I really want to eat anything, I can eat it next time I take a rest!"

Qiu Huixian smiled softly: "Okay, you can decide. Go quickly, don't be late." (End of Chapter)