A few days later, Fuquan specially sent a plaque.
He blushed and asked Fei Yanggu to replace the plaque.
After Qing Yan learned about it, he snickered in the mansion.
Fu Quan was the eldest among them.
Kangxi even used Fu Quan's incident as a template for teaching Long Xi and Chang Ning, so that they could strengthen their Chinese learning as soon as possible.
"Little girl, you can't just learn Chinese, we also need to learn Manchu."
Yinzhen found that Qing Yan recognized Chinese characters very quickly, but had a completely opposite attitude when it came to learning Manchu.
She pouted.
Damn, the Manchu tadpole text was so loud that she almost had a headache just looking at it.
"Si Si, Manchu is so difficult to write, I just need to learn Chinese characters."
Qing Yan made flower-like shapes with his two small hands and placed them on both sides of his cheeks, carefully trying to be cute, hoping to make Yinzhenrao Got her.
Since she came to the Qing Dynasty, Chinese, Manchu and Mongolian have become the languages of Qing Yan’s enlightenment.
Sometimes, she always confuses the words of Mongolian and Manchu.
For someone who has grown up under the red flag for decades, For the new and new humans, it is simply a troublesome alien novel.
"No."
Yinzhen pinched her chubby little face, and used her little hand to slowly write their names in Mandarin on the paper.
In modern times, Qingyan was a member of the Fourth and Fourth Party.
She had seen the Four Fourth Party members on Tieba.
Is the name next to the four taboos in Manchu characters her name?
Suddenly, her big eyes turned into mosquito-repellent incense eyes, the name was so difficult "This is Qingyan and this is my name Yinzhen."
Yinzhen pointed at the two names.
She must recognize them.
Originally, he thought that Qingyan could read Chinese characters very quickly, and he should also be very fast in Manchu.
But this girl gave him a complete reversal.
Man Wenxue was the worst.
In three days, except for two simple words, I didn't remember a single word, and even when I wrote them, they were all wrong.
"Ugh, I don't want it to be so difficult to write."
Qing Yan threw away the brush and twisted his little body.
Of course, Yinzhen would not let Qing Yan stop learning after acting like a baby.
As the direct descendant of Fujin, Qing Yan had to go through various situations.
In particular, after he ascended the throne, he had to read blessings in Manchu at the wedding ceremony.
These were all in Manchu.
Yinzhen had a headache.
He had never coaxed anyone to read.
The princes and princesses in the palace were sensible early.
In order to show their faces in front of the emperor, the mothers and concubines of each palace would teach their children to learn Manchu in advance.
When he came to Ulanara's house, Qingyan's academic enthusiasm was clearly divided.
When he was learning Chinese characters, his big watery eyes shone directly.
When facing Manchu and Mongolian, he was like a lifeless old woman, always remembering Can't live.
"Qing Yan, today's Manchu learning task is completed, I will ask you to shoot archery."
Yinzhen was called three and a half in his previous life.
Now, he has been focusing on training his arm strength since he was a child, and he can finally get rid of the shame of his previous life.
Qing Yan's eyes immediately gleamed.
Isn't it often said in novels that Yinzhen's archery skills are the worst.
After he ascended the throne, all hunting or inspections in Mongolia were handled by Prince Yi Yinxiang.
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Yongzheng left many paintings of people dressed in casual clothes, which are interesting to talk about.
She saw a lot of meticulous paintings circulating on the Internet, and the Fourth Master even dressed up as a Westerner.
Yongzheng's famous picture of ten beauties made Qingyan even more confused.
No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't tell the difference between the ten beauties.
Now, thinking about it, she felt jealous.
The painful process of reading made Qingyan want to be fooled.
A good literary and artistic young man would not do it, so he had to learn this.
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and the serious look on her face made Qingyan give up her little thoughts and accept her fate.
After a cup of tea, Yinzhen felt that Qingyan's attitude had changed, and he was no longer refusing to cooperate.
Now, the attitude is obviously much more positive.
Outside the door, Fei Yanggu returned home and watched Qing Yan sitting in Yinzhen's arms and reading seriously.
He was slightly jealous.
Originally, this honor should belong to Fei Yanggu.
The little daughter he held in his hands had grown up.
He was too busy with errands to take good care of Qing Yan.
In the end, Si Age made a lot of money. of cheap.
When lunch was approaching, Qing Yan stretched out his fat little arms and cheered.
His sore right hand had not yet put down the brush, and Yinzhen was white and tender.
A mustache appeared on his tender little face.
Fei Yanggu's deep laughter came from the door.
Qingyan twisted his small body to the ground and pounced directly on Fei Yanggu.
"Amma, welcome home."
Qingyan's big smile and bright eyes made Feiyanggu's depression disappear.
He looked at Yinzhen from the corner of his eye, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and his thin lips pursed, as if he was competing with someone.
"Is Qing Yan well behaved?"
Fei Yanggu didn't bother to pay attention to Yinzhen's thoughts.
He picked up Qing Yan and sat on the grand master's chair, starting the daily question between father and daughter.
Yinzhen supported his chin and watched Qing Yan start to criticize him.
Fei Yanggu found that his daughter was not very good at Manchu and Mongolian.
How could he not learn the two pillar languages of the Qing Dynasty?
Facing his daughter's starry eyes, he had to say that the fourth master had good determination.
He could resist Qing Yan's coquettish begging for mercy, but he couldn't.
"Ama, Ama, I have to learn from you today.
Sisi said, I learned how to teach me archery."
Qingyan's cheerful reply made Fei Yanggu look at Yinzhen suspiciously.
In the palace, Si Age's knight Shooting isn't great.
"Fourth uncle, I will practice hard."
With a glance at Fei Yanggu, Yinzhen knew what Fei Yanggu was worried about.
He and Qing Yan studied together and made progress together.
"That's all, you just need to know what's going on."
Fei Yanggu nodded.
Yinzhen knew what was going on, and Qing Yan would get better and better under his guidance.
The afternoon sun shone on the earth.
Qing Yan changed into a sky-blue riding outfit and stood in the school grounds of Ulanara's house.
Ten steps away from them, there was a scarecrow erected.
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This is the place where Yinzhen practices archery.
There are guards standing around.
Qing Yan looks at them with serious expressions, surrounding the place like wood.
She felt uncomfortable if she was asked to communicate in public.
It was understandable that Yinzhen would not be able to perform to his normal level.
"Come on."
Yinzhen specially asked someone to go to the palace to get his small bow and arrows.
The mahogany bow and arrows in Qing Yan's hands, although small and delicate, were full of strength.
She secretly pulled them, and even the bow string couldn't be pulled.
While explaining, he helped Qing Yan get into position.
Qing Yan looked at Yinzhen's confident shooting, she was young.
Mouth.
With a flick of her eye, Ba took out the assigned arrows from the small basket on her back and started shooting for the first time.
Before the bowstring was fully drawn, her palm-sized face was wrinkled together.
Her hands were really good. pain. .
She counted ten times in her mind, and her sore little arms immediately relaxed.
When Yinzhen saw this, when the arrow left the string, he quickly dragged Qing Yan back a step, and the arrow stuck in the position where she had just stood.
"It's so dangerous."
Qing Yan stuck out his tongue.
The feeling of escaping from death made her touch her sweat with her sleeves.
Archery is dangerous, so be careful when shooting.
Qing Yan muttered secretly in his heart
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