Female martial arts fanatics only love to fight, while men fight for their lives.

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It's always embarrassing to write in front of a real expert.

No matter how thick-skinned Lou Xiao was, she couldn't remain calm, especially when Li Huaiqing was standing next to her, looking forward to her handwriting.

She regretted not listening to her senior sister and practicing calligraphy well in Yunwu Mountain.

But now that things have come to this, there is no need to hide it.

She probably didn't face Lou Hong's fearlessness in the study of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. In Fengbo Pavilion, although she did not hesitate, as soon as she put pen to paper, she thought to herself, "I'm in trouble."

His whole body was stiff, and the words he wrote were crooked and shapeless.

Li Huaiqing was truly well-mannered. His expression remained unchanged, and he maintained his poise. He carefully observed her pen-holding posture and the way she applied force, and quickly found the crux of her problem.

After Lou Xiao finished writing a line of words, she turned around and asked him, "How is it?"

Unlike Lou Hong, who looked hopeless, Li Huaiqing smiled and nodded, praising him first, "Miss Lou's former teacher was not an ordinary person, and her foundation was very good."

He changed the subject and said sternly like a gentleman holding a board, "It can be seen that Miss Lou was lazy and never practiced hard, which is why she is like this now."

Lou Xiao was embarrassed but inexplicably relieved. What he said was indeed right.

Her cultural courses were almost all taught by her senior sister at the time, but since she often went down the mountain, there was no one to supervise her.

It was impossible to ask her to practice calligraphy on her own initiative. At that time, she would rather run around the mountains to practice every day than go back to the study to write every stroke.

In her opinion, having beautiful handwriting is not very useful, and the ancient books that her senior sister asked her to read are also very boring.

Li Huaiqing was able to tell her past based on just one word she said. He was indeed an expert.

Professionals do professional things. She was immediately convinced by him. "Is there any way to improve it? I know it can't be done overnight, but at least..."

At least let her be better than Xiao Zhengdu, right?

It was not easy to explain this matter to Li Huaiqing in detail, but he seemed to understand what she meant and nodded calmly, "If it is just copying this post, it is not difficult. But Miss Lou must work hard, I will not show mercy."

This means I will really be a strict teacher and I am just waiting for her approval.

Lou Xiao wanted nothing more than to satisfy His Majesty and finish the calligraphy within a few days, and to be better than Xiao Zhengdu.

It’s just writing, how can it compare to the pain she puts in practicing martial arts?

So it was settled.

There was no need to go through so many formalities, the two of them just stayed in the Fengbo Pavilion, enjoying the spring breeze and warm sunshine, one teaching in a soft voice while the other learning with a restrained temper.

Only Lou Hong was outside the pavilion, staring at the cold white wall in a trance. He listened to the occasional voice of Li Huaiqing.

While I couldn't stop feeling disgusted, I also thought that it was no wonder that those women were attracted to him.

He really can't do it.

While practicing calligraphy at Fengbo Pavilion, Li Huaiqing's attendants stopped Ai Ying, who was about to enter the courtyard gate outside Fengbo Pavilion.

"Hero! Hero! The young master is in talks with the Duke of Zhenguo, you can't go in!"

Ai Ying is tall and has long legs. If she were to force her way in, no one would be able to stop her.

However, because he needed help from Li Huaiqing, he stayed in Li's house as part of a deal with him, so he had to protect his life.

Ai Ying originally thought that Li Huaiqing was assassinated because he had some powerful enemy, so she agreed to protect him in exchange for his help in retrieving the "Hei Le" knife.

However, after moving into the Li Mansion, I realized that Li Huaiqing was either visiting high-ranking officials or writing poems and painting in the mansion every day. There was no danger at all.

He witnessed the assassination attempt that day. The other party did not want to take his life, but just wanted to scare him, which made his guards panic.

The pampered nobleman of the capital really cherishes his life.

Ai Ying thought with some disdain.

Today, he was in the guest room and heard that there was a guest in the mansion. He hadn't heard about Li Huaiqing and his sweetheart for a long time. He wondered if he still remembered the deal with him.

He ignored the presence of guests and forced Li Huaiqing to do something.

But the attendants stopped him.

"Duke Zhenguo?" Ai Ying didn't know why the name sounded familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before. "He can talk if he wants. But since he wants me to protect him, how can I not stay close to him?"

No matter what happened today, he had to find out clearly to which house he had sent the knife.

"The Duke of Zhenguo is a martial artist himself, and he is currently in the mansion, so how could he be in danger?" The attendant refused to let him in.

"The Duke of Zhenguo is His Majesty's favorite minister, and my young master has to serve him carefully, for fear of causing displeasure. If you go in rashly like this, if something happens, my young master will not be able to save you."

Ai Ying stopped when she heard this, thinking that the Duke of Zhenguo, who was favored by the empress, was a man with unstable moods and a love for blood.

It's not that he was afraid, but his own identity was problematic, so he should not provoke high-ranking officials in the capital.

After thinking about it, he gave up on entering the courtyard and asked about Li Huaiqing's sweetheart.

"How is your son and that person..."

How could there be a lady who doesn't like Li Huaiqing? How about returning the knife?

The attendant's eyes jumped and he stammered, "Well... it's good, there is some progress now."

Look, it’s at Fengbo Pavilion now.

Ai Ying didn't think there was anything wrong. The guest Li Huaiqing was entertaining today was a high-ranking official, so he couldn't go. He could only talk to him another day.

He turned around and went back to the guest room, wondering what Li Huaiqing's purpose was in having him be this useless bodyguard. Otherwise, he could look for clues himself and bypass him and go straight to the knife.

The atmosphere in Fengbo Pavilion was very good. Li Huaiqing held a closed folding fan in one hand and personally supervised her every stroke.

After all, she is a martial artist, so her hands are steady and her posture is correct.

However, she found it extremely difficult to remember the ups and downs of the strokes, and her handwriting was always extremely stiff.

Li Huaiqing sometimes tapped her knuckles with the handle of the fan to signal her to use more force, and sometimes raised his wrist in the air to signal her to adjust the tightness appropriately.

After she finished writing, she looked at the characters again. Although she didn't control the strength well, the characters still looked different in size.

But her writing style is strong and profound, with twists and turns, and she has her own style.

The rest is just time to practice.

Lou Xiao looked at the spread-out post, then at the words he had written, and felt quite confident.

Li Huaiqing clapped his hands behind her and laughed, "Very good, let's do it again."

This time he was not as gentle as before. Whenever Lou Xiao made a mistake, Li Huaiqing would frown and help her correct it from behind. Even when she refused to change after repeated admonitions, he would lightly support her with his hand above the pen she was holding.

With firm strength, she writes like a dragon, freely and effortlessly.

The two of them were very close, his breath hit her ears, she could smell his faint fragrance and feel the warmth of his chest.

Lou Xiao tensed up and suppressed her instincts.

People who practice martial arts fear having someone behind them the most. Li Huaiqing's position is enough to pose a threat to her.

Although she knew that Li Huaiqing was not good at martial arts and would not do anything to harm her, it did not mean that her instincts would not be aroused.

She could only grit her teeth, hold the pen tightly, and tell herself not to be nervous.

"Relax."

Li Huaiqing also sensed that something was wrong with her, so he let go of her hand and stepped aside. "Don't be tense, write it again."