After traveling through time, I was raised by a little brat

Tang Wenshu continued attending classes diligently until the end of the day, and nothing unexpected happened in the first-grade class. After school, Tang Wenshu waited outside the classroom for a while, and sure enough, her brothers arrived to pick her up. She excitedly recounted the day's fun experiences to them, and the laughter continued throughout the journey, demonstrating a harmonious atmosphere among the three siblings.

In contrast, the other students in the first grade class were crying and complaining about the hardship and discomfort of school. This sharp contrast made people sigh.

Tang Wenshu followed his brothers to Zeng Yuan's courtyard, where the four of them dined together. Unburdened by the customary "no talking while eating or sleeping," they could freely share stories and experiences. The table was filled with laughter, as everyone shared their own joyful experiences.

As night fell, darkness gradually enveloped the land, but within the Duke Tang's mansion, there was unrest. Some concubines were teaching their daughters how to vie for favor, how to frame others for personal gain, and even teaching them tactics that harmed others and ultimately harmed themselves, all without realizing it. These actions undoubtedly brought a great deal of trouble and strife to the Duke Tang's mansion.

The sun was shining brightly, the sky a brilliant blue like a gem, and a gentle breeze caressed the earth, bringing a touch of coolness and tranquility. Tang Wenshu hummed a little tune cheerfully, holding a steaming bun in his hand, and skipped towards the school.

She danced and sang cheerfully, "The sun is shining, the flowers are smiling at me, the birds are saying good morning, why are you going to school?" Meixiang, trotting behind her, carried Tang Wenshu's schoolbag, laughing. She clutched her stomach and sighed, "Miss, you're really in high spirits!" Tang Wenshu winked mischievously and continued, "Why, why? To endure the hardships, of course."

Just then, a burst of laughter came from behind. It turned out to be Lu Yi and Zhang Tingting, students from the second elementary class, passing by. Lu Yi couldn't help but laugh and said, "I didn't expect Miss Wenshu to be such an interesting person."

When Tang Wenshu heard the compliment, a smug smile appeared on his face. "Thank you for the compliment, even though you are telling the truth."

However, Zhang Tingting hurriedly pulled Lu Yi away and said in a low voice, "Let's go, we'll be late." As they walked away, Zhang Tingting's voice became softer and softer, but she could still be heard saying, "Don't talk to her, it will make you stupid." Lu Yi retorted, "No, she seems fine." Zhang Tingting sighed helplessly and replied, "Yiyi, you are just too kind."

The morning needlework class finally ended, and Tang Wenshu felt it was truly unbearable. Looking at the few more tiny needle holes on her hands, she sighed helplessly. But there was nothing she could do about it; after all, she had no talent for it.

After lunch, Tang Wenshu changed into her riding and archery uniform with Mei Shuang's help. This afternoon, she had her biweekly riding and archery class, and thinking of it, Tang Wenshu suddenly felt more relaxed. After all, she preferred horseback riding and archery to needlework.

In my previous life, I longed for a life of fine clothes and galloping horses, enjoying the joys of life. I imagined myself riding a little white horse, galloping across the vast grassland, feeling the wind whistling past my ears. How free that would be! Now I finally have the chance to realize this wish, "Little white horse, here I come!"

Today's entire day of classes was a torment for the first-grade students. Especially in such scorching weather, these pampered girls were suffering. They sweated profusely under the scorching sun, constantly wiping the sweat from their faces. Meanwhile, Mr. Su was demonstrating and explaining something to everyone up front.

Ms. Su was dressed in a simple, elegant robe, just as she usually wore in class. She wore no makeup, but she had replaced her usual plain waistband with a black one, giving her a dashing look. She slowly approached the students, her sharp gaze sweeping over each little girl. Then, earnestly, she said, "The art of archery lies in the coordination of mind, eye, and hand." With that, she drew three arrows from her quiver and began to demonstrate.

She placed three arrows on the bowstring, took a deep breath, controlled her breathing, and then drew the bowstring to full draw. Her gaze was focused and determined, as if it could penetrate the bull's eye. With a flick of her finger, the three arrows shot towards the bull's eye with the swiftness of a shooting star. "Swish, swish, swish!" Three crisp sounds reached her ears almost simultaneously. In the blink of an eye, all three arrows hit the bull's eye simultaneously, hitting the same spot. As expected, the last arrow pierced the bull's eye, leaving a small hole.

The surrounding students couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, marveling at Ms. Su's exquisite skills and precise shooting. One student excitedly exclaimed, "Ms. Su is amazing! She always gives us such a stunning performance." Another student exclaimed, "That's Ms. Su's true strength! Her archery skills are simply unparalleled."

Ms. Su chuckled, seemingly satisfied with her performance. She lowered her bow, turned to face the students, and said with a smile, "Archery isn't difficult, but to become good at it requires constant practice. Now, let me explain the basic techniques of archery."

Ms. Su then explained in detail key points such as archery posture, bow grip, aiming techniques, and breathing control. Using vivid language and practical demonstrations, she helped students better understand the key points of each movement. She emphasized the importance of correct posture for exerting power and improving accuracy, and taught students how to maintain stability through breathing adjustments.

During her presentation, Ms. Su frequently interacted with the students, answering their questions and offering guidance. She encouraged them to be bold and practice, believing that hard work leads to progress. Finally, Ms. Su reminded the students that archery is not just a skill, but also a form of self-cultivation and inner practice.

She said, "Archery cultivates patience, concentration, and self-discipline. By constantly challenging yourself, you will gradually improve your abilities and your mindset." The entire class was filled with passion and energy, with students actively participating in discussions, asking questions, and sharing their experiences. They were inspired by Ms. Su's enthusiasm and developed a deeper interest in archery.

Tang Wenshu felt everything in front of her blur. She strained to open her eyes, but all she could see was Mr. Su's mouth opening and closing, as if he were saying something, but no sound reached her ears. She tried to reach out and grab something, but found her body was no longer under her control. Her hands flailing in the air, finally falling helplessly. She was unwilling to fall, but her body involuntarily fell backwards, landing heavily on the ground.

"Ah! Someone's dead! Someone's dead!" A terrified scream shattered the previously quiet atmosphere. Standing nearby was Yan Qingqing, my second aunt Yan Xia's cousin from her mother's side. She pointed at Tang Wenshu with wide eyes, her face filled with terror, her voice trembling almost inaudibly. The others, hearing the scream, also turned to Tang Wenshu in panic, and for a moment, the scene descended into chaos.

Seeing this, Mr. Su shouted, "Form a battle line and march toward the pavilion." His voice was steady and powerful, instantly calming the panicked crowd. The students quickly reacted and began to follow Mr. Su's instructions. They first formed neatly according to their previous formation, then, led by the first student, they marched in an orderly manner toward the pavilion. Throughout the entire procession, they moved swiftly and methodically, and even in the final sprint, there was no confusion or stampede.

Finally, everyone arrived safely at the pavilion. Mr. Su gave another order: "Rest where you are." Relieved, the students dispersed, each gathering with familiar friends to discuss what had just happened. Meanwhile, the court physician hurried to the scene. Because of the horseback archery class that day, the physician had been on standby nearby to handle any unexpected situations.

The court physician carefully observed Tang Wenshu's complexion and pulse, then had Tan Xiang pry open her mouth to examine her tongue. After a thorough diagnosis, the physician concluded she had fainted from heatstroke.

The court physician explained to Mr. Su in detail: "Ms. Tang Wenshu has been very weak since she fell into the water. Due to lack of exercise, her physical fitness is extremely poor, so she suffered from heatstroke after just a little sun exposure." Mr. Su nodded slightly to show that he understood the situation and expressed his gratitude to the court physician.

Mr. Su instructed Tan Xiang, Mo Xiang and Tang Wenshu to go to the other end of the pavilion to rest and take medicine.