After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

"Ok."

Fang Nanzhi went to sleep and pulled Anmei to sleep in the same bed, which made her feel safe.

The general's mansion fell silent again, but the guards dared not relax, in case the assassins returned.

Fang Nanzhi's mind was a little excited. She thought about Yun Congsheng one moment and Chen's troops the next. She tossed and turned for a while before finally falling asleep when she was tired.

Anmei stayed up all night with her eyes closed, feigning sleep, remaining very vigilant.

Early in the morning, Fang Nanzhi received a drawing of the tattoo from her brother.

The square tattoo, which appears to be a snake, is coiled on a pillar. What is most striking is the snake's cold and ruthless eyes.

Fang Nanzhi felt a chill run down her spine after seeing this.

Qin Yan handed her the painting and hurried off to the Imperial Academy, as he was about to be late.

Fang Nanzhi also had Mr. Deng's class in the morning, but she thought that if she went and explained to him that she had been attacked last night, she wouldn't be scolded.

So after having breakfast, he left the mansion and went straight to the Ministry of Justice prison.

She wanted to meet her ninth grandfather and ask him if the portrait held any special significance for the Chen family.

But this time, she couldn't get into jail.

Zhu Guanfeng came out, took the portrait, and refused to let her go in: "I'll ask for you, you should go and do something else."

Fang Nanzhi looked at the prison gate. There were twice as many prison guards as usual, and they were all on high alert with sharp eyes.

She asked curiously, "Something happened in prison? Is someone planning a prison break?"

She'd love to see a prison break, since storybooks often depict a wrongly accused person with a group of loyal brothers who would go through fire and water to save him.

Finally, they rescued the people and encountered a righteous official on their escape, who helped them overturn the verdict.

Zhu Guanfeng felt a headache coming on just looking at her excited eyes. He really wanted to knock her on the head, but he held back.

"Ask less of what you shouldn't ask, and don't come over for the next few days."

This girl has grown incredibly bold. She was threatened yesterday, and assassins came to the General's Mansion last night, yet she acts like nothing happened and comes back again today.

Fang Nanzhi was driven away and got into the carriage dejectedly.

She went to Mr. Deng's house, but she didn't expect to have guests today: three middle-aged men, each with outstanding looks, who also brought several teenagers with them.

Fang Nanzhi was a little stunned when Mr. Deng called her over to greet the guests.

She was practically a part-owner in this house.

At first, entertaining guests was fine, and she thought she could be lazy for half a day. But soon, Mr. Deng and his friends began to test her knowledge.

She and several teenagers, as the younger generation, were all the subjects of the tests.

Unlike typical elders who might ask a few basic questions to gauge your level of knowledge, this one...

Each of these four gentlemen asked rather "tricky" questions.

For example, "You have all studied the Analects, which of Confucius's disciples do you think was a better person?"

"The Qin Dynasty exclusively promotes Legalism. What do you think are the advantages and disadvantages?"

Even Fang Nanzhi had to brace herself and had no energy left to think about anything else.

If Fang Nanzhi's palms were sweating from the test, then the other teenagers were dizzy and disoriented.

He would also steal glances at Fang Nanzhi from time to time.

It's true, it's true... there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding.

They were no match for a little girl, even though they were all students who had started learning at the age of three and had been accepted as disciples by great Confucian scholars at a young age.

However, his understanding of the book was not as profound as the little girl's.

Their faces were all a little red, and they didn't dare to look up at their husbands. It was so embarrassing, they really embarrassed their elders.

Fang Nanzhi was also quite curious; these young men were really amazing.

There are some obscure places that she has never heard of or read about, yet others know them.

The teachers, however, showed no sign of their unease and continued their questioning until noon, when the students' stomachs began to rumble.

Mr. Deng took his friends inside for drinks, leaving Fang Nanzhi to entertain the guests, have a meal, and then go play in the courtyard – it was up to her.

Mr. Deng did not discuss the strict separation of men and women.

Given Fang Nanzhi's age, she should be someone who, when a male guest comes to the house, must stay in the backyard and not wander around, not look around, and not be seen by others.

But he was unwilling to teach his disciples that way.

What a joke! Even if the disciples he painstakingly trained cannot become officials or ministers in the future, they should still be able to stand out as scholars in public.

If they are all scholars, and they all adopt a style of never leaving their homes, what kind of people would they become?

He wanted his disciples to be able to openly interact with scholars and writers in public.

Fang Nanzhi herself didn't feel shy or embarrassed to look at so many fair-skinned young men.

Her husband asked her to entertain guests, and she didn't see anything wrong with it.

Firstly, she had been running around wildly with the boys and girls in the village since she was little, so she was used to it. When she arrived in the capital, her parents didn't restrict her from learning manners, unlike the daughters of wealthy families who were expected to have a ruler measuring them every step of the way.

Fang Tong felt that living like that was too stifling and too tiring.

Of course, that doesn't mean we shouldn't be polite. It's just about being polite in general, bowing, and greeting people. As long as it's acceptable, it's fine. There's no need to be too rigid.

Besides, they didn't think there was anything wrong with their daughter's manners. She had already met the emperor in the palace, and the emperor hadn't said anything, so her manners were more than adequate.

There's no need to learn anything extra.

Secondly, Fang Nanzhi is a doctor; she has seen many men's bodies, let alone those who are clothed.

Cough cough, that's ambiguous.

Anyway, the man let her show her face in public, and she didn't feel awkward about it.

As for the boys, they rarely played with girls their own age. Even the sisters in their families, who were over seven years old, were separated into front and back yards.

But he didn't think much of Nan Zhi or have any other thoughts about her.

They were all completely won over during the knowledge test just now.

At that time, the same people were treated equally.

Fang Nanzhi ate at the same table with the boys. She thought that she should do her duty as a host, so she talked to them about the dishes.

This dish is a specialty of which region?

The boys were all at a lively age and quickly struck up a conversation.

After exchanging a few words and getting to know each other better, he asked the question he was most concerned about: "Fang Nanzhi, how long have you been studying with Mr. Deng?"

"In less than a year, I had another teacher, Mr. Zheng, who was my mentor." Fang Nanzhi did not hide it.

Mr. Zheng, they've never heard of him? Upon inquiry, it turned out he was a scholar who had passed the imperial examinations.

The boys looked at each other in bewilderment.

Their mentors were all great Confucian scholars, just like Mr. Deng.

So, while the young ladies and gentlemen may not be as good as them, their studies are more solid.

Fang Nanzhi, unaware of their thoughts, asked them how they usually studied.

Upon asking, it became clear that the boys were all extraordinary; five came from prominent families, and two were sons of noble families.

Even so, it was only after he showed his talent from a young age that he was recognized by his teachers and was able to become their apprentice.

These are all child prodigies.