Rebirth: Charming Qingluo

"I'm not dead yet, Zheng Mansion is not up to you to decide, with just these few words of yours, you don't have the qualifications to be the mistress. From today onwards, you will obediently stay in Songtao Academy for me to think about it, you are not allowed to come out without my permission."

Was he grounded? Madame Zheng was still in the midst of chaos.

However, there were also some women who didn't want to depend on a man, or who had no way to rely on a man, so they had to fight for their own path. It wasn't that there weren't any such people, it was just that they weren't easy to find.

Zheng Qingluo didn't want to learn to a higher level, but she needed to at least understand her own body and know the condition of her body in order to better control her own life.

"Miss's words are reasonable, no one understands it better than they do, especially since Miss will be marrying into someone else's house in the future. There are too many dirty things in the backyard, you more or less know it, and it will only benefit you and not harm you."

The medicine woman came from different houses and did not know much about the private matters of the house. It was just that saying those words to a young miss who had yet to leave the house was somewhat improper.

However, she was able to tell that this Third Miss was no ordinary young lady. She had displayed her sincerity and possibly obtained her goodwill even faster. As expected —

"Thank you, sir, I will learn well." A smart person is a smart person. She won't need too much advice to understand your thoughts.

The female gardener was probably the most difficult of the students to teach. Zheng Qingluo had never taken care of flowers before, this was her first time coming into contact with this subject. But after learning it, Zheng Qingluo became addicted.

It wasn't that she wanted to plant the flowers herself. As a lady, matters related to the soil couldn't be done by herself, and her family wouldn't allow it.

However, the female gardener introduced Zheng Qingluo to a variety of flowers. Each flower had a variety of different varieties. The environment they needed to grow in was either wet, dry, sunny, or cloudy …

After learning this, Zheng Qingluo had a deeper understanding of flowers and plants. Sometimes, flowers and plants had medicinal properties, but most people didn't know about them.

The more she learned, the more she felt like she didn't have enough knowledge. She used to feel confident that she was once the most famous talented girl in the capital.

But now, she finally experienced that there were so many things in this world that she didn't know and didn't understand. She wanted to enrich herself as much as she could in the two years that she was going to reach her prime.

Ever since she was reincarnated in the Zheng Mansion, she had a close personal understanding of her own training. Only by knowing more would she have a better chance of survival.

If he hadn't had the ability to draw pictures and embroidery in the Weir Prefecture, then he and his two young maids might have died from starvation or starvation.

Now that there was a chance, he had to grasp it firmly. In this life, it was for no other reason but to live and see, never to let himself be despised by others again.

"Qingluo, are you thinking about Auntie?" Two months later, Madame Jiang Zhang family appeared on schedule in Zheng Mansion. When they saw Zheng Qingluo, they affectionately held her hand and walked towards the inner courtyard.

"Yes." Zheng Qingluo was still a bit shy. She wasn't used to being so direct and intimate with her mother. The image of her being close to her mother in her past life seemed to be far away.

Time is really like a merciless carving knife, in the long river of time, your memory, no matter how much you want to stay, but already blurred.

As such, at the bottom of Zheng Qingluo's luggage case, there was a portrait that no one had seen before, not even lime, chrysanthemum and Mothers. She hid it very well and packed it in a painting tube, telling them not to open it.

It was a portrait of his mother, not this body's mother but this soul's mother. Although she had some memories of this body's mother, they were vague because the original owner had died when she was three years old.

His mother in the house of the Marquis had accompanied him for 15 years and given him too many memories. Even though he had lost his life, she was still alive.

While he was chatting with the gentlemen, he managed to get some information out of them. Although it was just a sliver, it was enough for him to reminisce about it. After all, he would never be able to return.

"Please be at ease, madame. How have you been? "It seems like your spirit is quite good." When Madame Jiang's Zhang Clan entered the main hall of Cixi Hall, they saw Old Mistress Zheng standing up from her chair, and immediately went to welcome her.

Before Madame Zheng could stand up, she helped her to sit down. "Look at you being so polite. You always come and go. I don't treat myself as a guest."

Madam Zheng sat steadily on her seat. She held Madame Jiang's hand with one hand and patted the back of her hand affectionately with the other. "Right, right, right, you're not a guest. You're our Blue Luan's aunt, how could you be an outsider?"

He did not let go of Madame Jiang's hand. Madam Zheng pulled her over and sat beside her. "Your mental state seems to be pretty good. Old Mistress Zheng praised him back, not stingy with her words at all.

"Of course. Isn't it a joyous occasion? How is Qingluo's homework recently? Do you need to put in any effort?" Madame Jiang replied Old Mistress Zheng as she turned to ask Qing Luo.

"Aunt, don't worry. Qingluo is very diligent, but Qingluo is very stupid. I don't know if her studies are good or not, but she can learn a few things, and neither can she learn well."

Zheng Qingluo wasn't modest. She really didn't dare to say that she had learned well. She only found out now, when you have more knowledge, you will find yourself lacking. Moreover, she had only learned for three months.

Aunt Qingluo, don't listen to her modesty. If she doesn't learn well, then there won't be anyone who can learn well. At my age, she has experienced a lot of things, but this is the first time I've seen such a smart child.

Madam Zheng's praise was even more direct. These words frightened Zheng Qingluo. Was she trying her best to hide it even though her performance was too obvious?

For example, she had learned embroidery. She had also learned a new embroidery technique from her teacher, and it wasn't the kind of technique that she was familiar with.

However, she had forgotten how outstanding her embroidery skills were. Even if she had learned a new technique, with her foundation, she would still be able to understand it easily.

"What prodigy is there to praise? The madame should not praise her so recklessly. She is trying her best to hold in a single breath. I don't know how much effort she has put in."

She felt that the reason her niece was able to learn so well was all because of her diligence. Otherwise, no matter how intelligent she was, she wouldn't have been able to learn nearly ten things in three months.

The young ladies of other families needed five or six years, or even longer, to learn something, but that was because they had enough time. They were not in a hurry, and had the capital to slowly learn, or else how to spend the long and boring days of the harem.

You were right, Madame Jiang, recently, she has been working too hard and I did not want to listen to you, so you came at the right time and helped me. During the day, besides treating me to a meal, she also holed up in her little house to do homework.

Madam Zheng thought of the notes in Zheng Qingluo's room, the music books, the drawings, the waste paper, the kernels s, the wallets, even the herbs in her room and the flowers in her yard.

The pain in her heart gushed out in waves, but even though she felt that her child had worked hard, Old Madam Zheng still felt that all of this couldn't hide Qingluo's talent.

"Alright, then I'll go to Qingluo's room for a while and take a look at the results of her studies. Will the madame come over?" Madame Jiang stood up.

"Go, go, why not? If you don't come, then she won't show me how she's learned. She's always hiding it." Old Mistress Zheng repeated in agreement.

"She's hiding it. Since you already see her as a child prodigy, then she should be hiding it. I'm afraid it'll scare you."