The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

"Thank you, Daddy!" Qin Ling'er was so happy that she jumped up and down, pulling Qin Feng and calling her "good daddy" tens of thousands of times.

Qin Feng was busy in seclusion in the past, he neglected to take care of both his niece Yunying and his own daughter Qin Linger, and there were very few moments of intimacy between father and daughter.

Later, I discovered Li Shi's muddleheaded behavior, endured the restlessness of the demons and did not retreat for a long time, rectified the family affairs, and repeatedly clashed with Qin Ling'er, who had been spoiled by Li Shi, and was so angry that the demons almost entered his head from time to time. A good home will become turbulent, and you will no longer be able to live your life.

Fortunately, Qin Ling'er gradually changed her temperament at some point, she no longer confronted Qin Feng head-on, and was willing to obediently admit her mistakes, and would often mediate between Li Shi and Qin Feng when they were arguing.

After all, they are father and daughter, Qin Ling'er has become well-behaved and sensible, how can Qin Feng not love her.

After talking about the matter of choosing the cicada as a teacher, Qin Ling'er talked with Qin Feng for a while before going back to the room.

Looking at his daughter's gradually slim back, Qin Feng sighed slightly.

After all, she is grown up and slowly grows into a little lady. If she goes out in the future, which young man will miss her...

Qin Ling'er walked through the veranda and passed by her mother's courtyard, without stopping, she went straight back to her small courtyard.

Compared with Yun Ying's humble and empty house, Qin Ling'er's boudoir can be called a fairyland on earth.

Although the yard is not big, it is piled with extremely exquisite rockery. The rocks are thin stones from the Baiyun Lake in Dongshan Mountain. They are thin, wrinkled, leaky, and transparent. They are skillfully matched by craftsmen.

There is a small water pool behind the rockery, and there are a few exquisite bowl lotuses blooming on the pool, and dragonflies rest on it from time to time in summer.

Although it was mid-winter at this time, there was no snow falling, and the small pool was protected by formations, so the Wanlian would not wither.It was Qin Ling'er's sudden whim a few days ago, to enjoy the view of the dried lotus, and deliberately made people stop the formation, and Wanlian showed a dilapidated appearance.

Looking carefully at the appearance of Ku He, he walked into the room and saw that the room was in a mess. Several handkerchiefs that were torn just now were still scattered on the couch, broken agate fragments were still lying on the floor, and the curtains Messed up, not stretched out.

Qin Ling'er looked around, frowned gradually, and looked sideways at the little girl Chunxiang who was waiting on her side.

"Didn't I tell you to pack these things?" Qin Ling'er raised her eyebrows slightly.

Chunxiang lowered her head, trembling, not daring to speak.

In the past month, the young lady has become more and more strange. One moment ago, she made a big noise and smashed the porcelain in the house, and then she suddenly smiled again, as if nothing happened.

It was like this last time, after smashing the orb potted plant sent by his wife, he suddenly changed into another person, smiled and asked her to clean it up, and when she finished cleaning it up, he changed back to his irritable appearance, asking her why she didn't ask for permission He started to tidy up the house, did he regard himself as the master of the house? Yun Yun beat her hard a few times.

With the lessons learned from that time, Chunxiang would not dare to act recklessly.

Qin Ling'er saw that although she was trembling all over, she didn't have the slightest intention to move, so she raised her brows lightly: "Interesting, a mere family who has a child dares to disobey the master's will."

"Slaves don't dare!" Chunxiang hurriedly knelt down on her knees, but remained motionless.

She can't forget the lesson from the last time, and she can't forget how she was beaten until her legs were bruised.