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“That makes sense.” Zheng Zhian got up from his small stool, and before leaving, he didn’t forget to draw a picture that looked like neither a dog nor a cat on his notebook.

He took the handkerchief from his senior brother, who was giving him a look of utter disdain, and wiped the ink stains that had somehow gotten on his hands.

Chu Mo picked her up and took her directly to the backyard of Zhaixing Tower, which was more like his usual martial arts practice area.

He placed the little figure in his arms on the ground, selected a suitable longsword from a row of wooden weapons, and spun around, saying, "Watch closely."

Zheng Zhian watched intently. His every move was clean, swift, and decisive. When he turned around, he was as light as a willow branch, and his wooden sword moved like flowing water, yet it concealed a deadly intent.

She was amazed.

After demonstrating a set of sword techniques, Chu Mo casually tossed the sword into the weapon rack and walked over to the little figure clapping at the sidelines. "Did you get it?"

Zheng Zhian thought for a moment and nodded.

"Then go pick one that you feel comfortable with and give it a try."

What seems like a simple action is not so easy once you try it yourself.

Zheng Zhian almost cut himself when he first drew his sword. Chu Mo raised his lips slightly, but when he saw the little girl's glare, he forcibly suppressed it, squatted down and held her wrist. "Stretch out your arm, straighten it, use the skill of your wrist, like this..." He slowly demonstrated the movement.

Zheng Zhi'an quickly learned the key to it...

This training lasted for four years, rain or shine.

"Be careful, senior brother!"

Zheng Zhian, who had grown considerably taller, attacked the ethereal young man opposite him.

Seeing him raise his sword to block, a glint of triumph flashed in Zheng Zhian's eyes. With an extremely difficult posture, he slid sideways behind him, pressed the wooden sword against his back, and smiled slyly like a little fox who had stolen meat. "Senior brother, have I won?"

Chu Mo helplessly tossed the sword back onto the weapon rack, turned around and smiled, "Yes, you finally won."

Over the past four years, the little girl's dedication to martial arts training has exceeded everyone's expectations. Her master always says that his junior sister has amazing talent and is someone who is fed by God. But he also knows that the hardships his junior sister has endured over the years are no less than those of any martial arts practitioner, and may even be more.

He still remembers that when his junior sister was five years old, she jumped off a cliff dozens of feet high in order to learn lightness skills. She did this behind the backs of the emperor and their master. He couldn't even imagine what would have happened if she had failed.

Zheng Zhian gazed at the now tall and handsome young man, who was as elegant as a fairy. Although she was used to seeing him like this, she still couldn't help but swoon over his gentle smile.

"You're drooling." Chu Mo helplessly raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes twice.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhian subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it, but found nothing. He angrily brandished his longsword and said, "Take this!"

Senior brother has been corrupted by Master!

The two continued their playful banter, their clear and melodious voices echoing in the backyard. They only stopped when their backs were soaked with sweat. Chu Mo then raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and looked up at her. "You're not going to the Imperial Academy again today. Aren't you afraid of being punished?"

“You didn’t go either!” Zheng Zhian glanced at him sideways.

Since my father successfully held the imperial examination, he opened the Imperial Academy, allowing ambitious people to study there. Clans in the capital could enroll from a young age, but they needed to take an exam starting at age five. If they failed, they either had to repeat a grade or drop out and go home to study on their own.

The dean of the Imperial Academy was still Master Yang, who had taught them in the Imperial Study. The only difference was that the Imperial Academy could speak directly to the Emperor, but it was still under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites.

Her father valued the Imperial Academy so much that whenever she went there, none of the great scholars who taught there would let her off the hook.

"I got special permission from the teacher, so I can go or not." Although Chu Mo's expression was not much, Zheng Zhian knew that if he had been given a chance, he would probably be strutting around by now.

Zheng Zhian made a face at him, then flew away with a forced smile. The last class of the afternoon was with Master Yang. A few days ago, he went to his father to complain, causing her to accompany him to court every day for three days in a row, and also to read the memorials. If it had to happen again, she shook her head violently, wanting to get rid of such bad luck. She had to go today.

Zheng Zhian pushed his lightness skill to its limit, he had to catch up!

As she rose and fell among the branches, she mentally cursed the Minister of Works. Why did he have to choose a place in the suburbs and build it halfway up the mountain? Did he think the students were too full to do anything else?

At this moment, Minister Gu Qiu, who was working in the Ministry of Works, was listening to his subordinates report on matters when he suddenly felt an itch on his nose and sneezed twice before it stopped.

Yu Kaiji looked at him with concern and asked, "Did Minister Gu catch a cold last night?" He meant no harm when he said this.

But looking at the other adults exchanging glances, their eyes were filled with an indescribable smile.

In the sweltering heat of June, a stroke or cold? Those present were all close acquaintances. One of them looked up with a mocking smile, "Your Excellency, are you perhaps too vigorous for your age? I have a secret remedy..."

The group teased each other, one after another.

Gu Qiu's face flushed red and then paled, his fist pressed to his lips, and he said in a deep voice, "Have all the matters been discussed and decided?"

The group quickly grabbed the people next to them and whispered among themselves, but the look in their eyes...

Zheng Zhian hurried to the outer wall of the academy. She skillfully found a corner of the wall that was usually deserted. Just as she was about to climb over, she felt a surge of energy coming from behind her. She tilted her head slightly to the left and raised her arm to grasp the wooden branch in her hand.

She knew who it was without even turning around. She climbed over the courtyard wall, and sure enough, the person behind her followed closely behind. He stepped forward and habitually placed his right hand on her left shoulder. "Let me tell you, you missed such a great show today."

Zheng Zhian tilted his head to look at the boy in front of him who was much taller than him. Although they were both wearing academy robes, Zheng Nianyun always managed to exude the air of a spoiled brat.

However, his voice, which was neither too rough nor too fine, made Zheng Zhian frown. Why didn't his senior brother go through puberty?

Considering that this was one of his few close friends, he didn't directly express his disdain. Instead, he slapped the man's arm away and asked, "Where have you been today?"

"Guess." Zheng Nianyun had one hand behind his back and the other holding a fan. His long hair was half tied up on top of his head, and the collar of his clothes was open quite a bit.

I wonder where he learned that dissolute look from.

"Me." Before Zheng Zhian could finish speaking, the bell on the back mountain of the academy rang. At first glance, it sounded pleasant and melodious, but for the two who had heard it for several years, it only felt irritating and grating. They subconsciously exchanged a glance and rushed towards their academy.

Being late for Master Yang's class is not allowed; this has always been the rule. If you are late, you will be punished. Zheng Zhian hates being dragged to memorize long articles the most. Zheng Nianyun is most afraid of being made to memorize, and even more afraid of being made to copy.

The guy next to me can memorize things, but doesn't want to. But when I'm about to memorize something, my mind goes completely blank. When I don't need to, all the words come back to me. It's really weird.

slap~

The sound of the ruler hitting the wooden table was deafening. He first pointed at Zheng Zhian, muttered something for a while, and then told her to return to her seat. When he saw Zheng Nianyun hiding behind her, bending over and trying to get away with it, Yang Xin quickly stepped forward and slapped the ruler on his buttocks without hesitation.