I trained my sister to the eighth level of boxing

Chapter 1813 Give Ming'er a Chance

"Oh, what a lovely child." Lu Ziqing could see some shadows of a green tea girl on the baby girl's chubby face. However, in this life, the bad habits of a green tea girl, such as being materialistic and observing others' words and expressions, were gone. Pei Xian's skill in sending her to reincarnate was really great. He removed her bad qualities and gave her a deep spiritual foundation.

As soon as Lu Ziqing stretched out his hand, a emerald green wooden bookmark flew out from Du Yufeng's arms and fell into Lu Ziqing's hand.

Lu Ziqing placed the bookmark in the baby girl's arms. The baby girl immediately grabbed it, put it in her mouth, and started biting it, making sounds of pleasure.

Lu Ziqing said, "Uncle Du, your daughter is the reincarnation of a fairy. This bookmark is her life-long magical instrument. You must keep it close to her and never lose it."

"Oh?" Du Yufeng and the Fourth Madam were immediately overjoyed. Du Yufeng said, "You are not lying to me, are you?"

"I can't lie to anyone but you." Lu Ziqing said, "The future of the Du family depends on this little girl."

Having said that, Lu Ziqing returned the child to the Fourth Madam.

The fourth lady was almost going crazy with joy. She tried to pull Du Qingming's hand and whispered, "Don't bite, don't bite..."

"It's okay, let her bite as much as she wants." Lu Ziqing stretched out his hand and used the Hongmeng Qi to sweep the wound on the fourth lady's face, making it heal quickly. This little injury can still be cured.

Lu Ziqing explained: "The life magic weapon is not so easy to break. This is a fairy treasure, connected to her soul. The more she bites it, the faster her spiritual wisdom will be awakened."

As he spoke, Lu Ziqing took out the jade bamboo fan he had prepared as a gift and presented it to Du Yufeng: "Uncle Du, this is a New Year's gift from my father. The fan bones are made of purple jade bamboo from the Penglai Sacred Mountain, and the painting on it was done by Dugu Bai. The style and tone of the fan were all given by my father himself. I wonder if you like it?"

Du Yufeng's eyes lit up. The fan bone looked like purple jade, exuding a spiritual charm. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary product. He opened the fan and saw that the "Eight Horses" was inscribed with "Majestic Wind Thousand Miles Away" and a small seal of Dugu Bai. The eight horses were of different shapes, elegant and agile, and the potential of the theme of the Eight Horses had been tapped to the limit.

"Great!" Du Yufeng's eyes widened with excitement. He had never seen such a good "Eight Horses" before! This painting skill could definitely be said to be at the pinnacle. Even the painting saints could not match this.

"But why is there a blank space on the back..." Du Yufeng turned it over and found that the back of the fan was blank.

"Originally, my father said that with Uncle Du's accomplishments, he could write some poems he liked on it, so he left it blank. But now, my nephew has a bold idea, and it depends on whether Uncle Du is willing to do it."

"You said it." Du Yufeng smiled, knowing that Lu Ziqing was doing his best to help him solve the family's problems. The second and third wives he married came from powerful families, and the fourth wife had no backing except for her beauty, so she would naturally be bullied. It is very likely that Lu Ziqing heard about it from somewhere and came to deceive everyone so that the Du family could live in harmony from now on.

Lu Ziqing looked at the green tea in the Fourth Madam's arms and said, "I said this wooden bookmark is her life-long magic weapon, and it's not an exaggeration. If she gets it, she can open her wisdom." Even Du Yufeng didn't believe what he said. Du Yufeng was suspicious and said, "She's not even one year old yet, and she can open her wisdom? She can't even speak now, could it be possible that she can speak fluently all of a sudden?"

"Hey, Uncle Du, you can make a bet." Lu Ziqing said, "Since she uses bookmarks as her life tool, she must be very talented in calligraphy and painting. Why don't we ask her what is written on the back of this fan?"

Du Yufeng was shocked. He looked at the fan, then at his daughter. Then he shuddered and shook his head decisively. I can't bear to part with it... I can't bear to part with my daughter, but I can't bear to part with this fan! Babies of this month will put anything they catch into their mouths, drooling and tearing it up. The fan itself is not even warm yet. If it is put in the hands of this little baby, it will probably be ruined in a blink of an eye. Moreover, children's hands are completely careless. How can she know what calligraphy is good or not? She can't read at all.

"Hey, uncle, don't feel bad." Lu Ziqing promised that at worst he would let Dugu Bai draw another one for you, and then continued to deceive, "Uncle, you know, once this wisdom is awakened, even if she can't read, she can see the charm of calligraphy and painting. And she will try to express it in her own way. We just need to see her reaction, maybe there will be a surprise."

The fourth lady didn't care about the fan or the painting of eight horses. She said anxiously, "Master, please give Ming'er a chance!"

"Then I'll try?" Du Yufeng's expression was as sad as if he had lost his parents. My fan, my painting of eight horses, even if Dugu Bai painted another one, would it be just as good? What if it got stained with saliva?

At this time, more people came into the room. Du Yufeng's eldest son, second son, some younger generations, and the family's housekeeper all came to watch the fun after hearing the news.

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, Du Yufeng placed the fan with the Eight Horses in front of Du Qingming, but he was very careful and kept a little distance from her, for fear that her little hands would grab it. Du Qingming looked at the expression of the eight horses, and suddenly her big round eyes stared at them, and then she happily waved the bookmark in her hand, as if cheering.

Everyone was immediately surprised. Could they really appreciate calligraphy and painting? Maybe the baby just found the horses interesting?

Then Du Yufeng turned the fan over and asked, "Daughter, the back is still blank. What should I write on it?"

Du Qingming looked dull, but seemed to be thinking hard. Then she suddenly became excited, or maybe unhappy. She waved the bookmark in her hand and wanted to poke it on the fan, and kept babbling. This made Du Yufeng very distressed, and he quickly took the fan away. Du Qingming was still waving the fan by herself, and then she stuffed the bookmark into her mouth to get some saliva, and continued to wave it around.

People around couldn't stop laughing. Not all babies are like this. It's ridiculous to say that they have innate wisdom.

But Lu Ziqing clapped his hands and said, "Great! He is indeed a man of wisdom!"

A mist dissipated from Lu Ziqing's palm, revealing the traces left by the bookmark, which turned into a poem, appearing in front of everyone.

Everyone present was stunned. Du Yufeng was delighted and recited the words one by one: "The west wind is strong, the geese are calling in the sky, the frosty morning moon. The frosty morning moon, the sound of horse hooves, the whispers are choked; the long road to the pass is as hard as iron, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood."

(End of this chapter)