Chapter 81： The feeling of being protected by loved ones

Chapter 81 The feeling of being protected by relatives

"I'll go back in a few days. I've already written to the dean about Si Yan and Pearl, and the dean wrote back saying that everything has been arranged." Yes, so I got things done.

"Hey, it's hard for you."

Xiang Minghou also knew that if this girl hadn't spoken, the dean would never have agreed to Si Yan's admission.

The city of Kyoto is only that big, and the dean knows all about the behavior of children from aristocratic families with certain identities.

"It's okay, Pearl is also at the age of learning, Lou Shan's education is good."

It was good for Xiang Zhenzhu to leave Xiang Mingli and the Wang family when she was still young, so as not to face the old lady every day in the mansion, her eyes and ears would not be wrong in the future, and she would be led astray by adults.

Xiang Minghou knew very well that it was easy to say that Pearl was small, but Si Yan was hard to say.

"They will go to school in a few days, and you should go as soon as possible."

"Loushan Academy can't teach me anything, it doesn't matter if I go early or late."

Lou Shan’s teaching is very similar to that of modern schools, where he rests for five days and rests for one day.

Now if she goes up the mountain, maybe the old lady will make trouble again, and the father is already sick, and if he gets angry again, the root of the disease will really be branded.

"Have you decided to worship the dean as your teacher?"

Ye Qianning shook his head: "I'm not sure, Dad, what do you think?"

She went to Loushan mainly to get close to Sangzhi, and the secondary thing was to learn traditional Chinese characters by the way.

"It doesn't matter whether you learn from your teacher or not, but Loushan Academy pays more attention to etiquette. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it with your temper."

"Then learn from a teacher." Ye Qianning really can't stand being well-behaved.

Xiang Minghou smiled, and knew she was playful.

Having worshiped the dean as a teacher, no one dares to control her seniority in the academy.

"Father, get well soon, I'm still waiting for you to play tricks on me." Ye Qianning said and lay down on the small bed, nestling beside Xiang Minghou.

"It's all good, Dad will go and play a trick for you now." Xiang Minghou was about to get up when he felt refreshed.

"Daddy, don't worry, look at your pale face, if you don't know, you may think you have put on powder." Ye Qianning held him down, amused in her heart.

"Really?" Xiang Minghou raised his hand to touch his face, and the more he touched it, the more wrong it became: "Why is the beard gone?"

"Scratched."

"Then do I look greasy now?"

"No, he's handsome!" Ye Qianning didn't lie, his father was handsome, but his face was sealed by his beard.

He shaved his beard, his eyebrows are sharp, his eyes are bright, his face is a little dark, and although there is a scar on the left side of his face, it gives people the impression of wild and wild beauty.

"I believe you."

Xiang Minghou doesn't like softness and weakness. He thinks that a man must have a beard to carry a sword. He has kept a beard for ten years and now he is not used to shaving it.

"Already handsome." Ye Qianning yawned as he spoke.

"Sleepy?"

"kindness."

Ye Qianning has been guarding Xiang Minghou since last night, and has not closed his eyes until now, and his eyelids have long been fighting.

"Go to sleep." Xiang Minghou's voice softened, and he patted her on the head with his big hands.

Ye Qianning grunted a few times and fell asleep with her head tilted on top of him.

Xiang Minghou stared at the sleeping baby, his heart was soft, and his eyes were so soft that they almost dripped water.

Thank God for his mercy and gave him a daughter.

In this world, this doll is the only one standing beside him like this. Although he is drowsy, he can more or less hear what happened in the morning.

The feeling of being protected by relatives is so good—

From now on, he is no longer alone, he has a daughter—

(end of this chapter)