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Seeing the young master suddenly lie down motionless, Tang Shuang, who had been helping to grind the ink beside her, was startled. Her heart suddenly tightened, and she almost dropped the ink stick in her hand to the ground. A few spots of ink splattered, like black plum blossoms blooming on the gray inkstone.

She was afraid that something might happen to the young lady, but she didn't dare to be too presumptuous with her, so she could only come over cautiously. She first checked Jing Chunxi's breath, and the slight breeze made her feel a little relieved. Then she gently touched her forehead, feeling the warm touch, and confirmed that the young lady was fine.

Even though Jing Chunxi felt her touch, she didn't want to move. She closed her eyes, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

It wasn't until a long time later that Chuntao came in from outside and announced, "Ah Heng and the others are here." The voice passed through the screen and into the room. Only then did Jing Chunxi slowly sit up.

She rubbed her eyes, got out of bed, and raised her hands behind her back, shaking them up and down a few times, with her joints making slight creaking sounds.

Seeing Tang Shuang standing next to her with a look of relief on her face, Jing Chunxi's eyes flashed with a mischievous glint, and she wanted to tease her mischievously. She circled around Tang Shuang with a dreamy look in her eyes, deliberately walking unsteadily, as if she would fall at any moment.

At first, Sugar Frost thought something was wrong with her mistress again, so she could only cooperate with her in circling, almost helping her up, secretly praying that nothing would happen to her mistress. Finally, when she saw her mistress suddenly stop, her little face flushed, and she looked up at her, her eyes motionless, she realized that she had been tricked by her mistress.

Sugar Frost's face flushed red instantly, and she apologized repeatedly: "Master, it's my fault. I was wrong." After that, she lowered her head and ran out.

Jing Chunxi was so amused that she couldn't help laughing out loud as she looked at Tang Shuang's panicked back.

She adjusted her facial expression, suppressed her smile, and then called Chuntao to bring the person in.

Chuntao responded and quickly walked into the small study with Chengrui, Chengzhi and Ah Heng.

As the three entered, they saw Jing Chunxi standing motionless in front of the desk. They also saw the two pieces of paper, the neat and beautiful hairpin-shaped small regular script with ink still wet, gleaming faintly under the light, as if still carrying the warmth of the writer.

Their hearts tightened, and they knew that the mission had arrived.

Chun Tao also placed the booklets she had bought on the desk. She said softly, "Miss, there are fifteen in total."

Jing Chunxi nodded and motioned her to leave. Chuntao obediently retreated to the adjacent flower hall.

It looked different from last time, but Ah Heng couldn't help but ask, "Or should we just copy it and then post it?"

Jing Chunxi turned around and faced the three of them. He held up the paper not to Ah Heng, but to Cheng Rui.

She smiled slightly and said, "According to the contents of the paper, copy them into the first few pages of these dozen or so booklets and finish them tonight." The number was a bit too much, but Jing Chunxi was sure: they could do it.

Cheng Rui took it without hesitation, his fingers trembling slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. When he saw the first line, "Joint memorial from the people of Jiujiang County," his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a ray of light in the darkness.

Without even looking closely at the contents below, he tilted the paper slightly so his brother and Ah Heng could peek in. Then, without hesitation, he said, "We need to hurry!"

After saying that, he sat down first, picked up the pen used by Jing Chunxi, opened a booklet, dipped the pen in ink, and started writing freely.

Chengzhi also sat down next to his brother without hesitation. He nervously spread out another booklet, turned sideways to look at his brother, memorized the first line of words on the paper, and then silently picked up the pen.

His hands trembled slightly, but soon stabilized. Seeing this, Cheng Rui moved the piece of paper Jing Chunxi had written on closer to his brother so that he could see it more clearly. He whispered, "Don't be nervous, take your time, and write more."

Chengzhi nodded, took a deep breath, and continued writing.

Ah Heng remained motionless, watching silently from the side. A hint of envy and longing etched itself in his eyes, his fingers curled slightly, as if he too wanted to pick up a pen and write a few lines. Soon, he reached over, picked up the ink stick, and began grinding the ink for his two cousins. His movements were a little clumsy, but he did his best to be meticulous. The creaking sound of the ink stick grinding against the inkstone brought a touch of life to the quiet study.

The two brothers had only written two or three words when Jing Chunxi realized that her guess was correct. The two brothers had copied the previous notices and announcements. She stood aside, quietly observing them.

Cheng Rui's expression was composed. He held the pen like a sword, his strokes steady and powerful. As the tip of his brush moved, each character in regular script was graceful and effortless, as if imbued with immense power. Every stroke was like carving jade, neither hurried nor slow, revealing the demeanor of a master.

Looking at his shoulders and arms, which were slightly heavier than those of ordinary people, Jing Chunxi had another idea in his mind.

Chengzhi's pen tip moved slightly as it fell, but each stroke was clear and precise, and the handwriting was neat and powerful, revealing a spirit of not admitting defeat and the sharpness of a newborn calf.

The two brothers were extremely focused after picking up their pens. The only sound in the study was the rustling sound of the pen tips touching the paper, like the breeze and drizzle in spring, delicate and gentle.

Cheng Rui occasionally glanced up at his younger brother, a look of kindness and encouragement in his eyes. He carefully examined his younger brother's handwriting, nodding slightly in approval. But he quickly dipped his pen again and lowered his head to continue writing. Their relationship was a perfect rapport, a harmonious and respectful one.

The characters copied into the booklet were small, but each stroke was measured, thin yet remarkably clear. The brothers' handwriting, one steady, the other lively, showed a certain level of skill.

Ah Heng hesitated for a long time before coming back. Seeing Jing Chunxi absorbed in the reading, he couldn't help but say, "Dad writes better than them. He taught us all. My cousins ​​worked really hard." There was a hint of pride in his voice, but also a hint of regret.

Jing Chunxi smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "You are all amazing!"

Only then did Jing Chunxi couldn't help but whisper, "What's your father's name?"

If Aunt Wei were here, she would never dare to ask. She knew that this question might touch upon Ah Heng's sorrow, but curiosity still drove her to ask.

Ah Heng looked proud. He raised his head, a hint of pride in his eyes, and said, "Xiao Deyuan, in the 11th year of the Daqing reign, ranked 68th in the imperial examination and became a Jinshi."

Yin Chunxi asked again tentatively: "Your name is Xiao Heng!" She deliberately dragged out the middle part of the word "Heng" to see Ah Heng's reaction.

Ah Heng didn't intend to hide it. He shook his head and answered, "Xiao Yanheng and Xiao Yanyue." These were his and his sister's names.

Then Ah Heng stared at Jing Chunxi, as if waiting for her response. Jing Chunxi reluctantly gave her full name: "Jing Chunxi."

When the two were talking quietly, they didn't notice that Cheng Rui raised his head and glanced at Jing Chunxi.