The next day, Uncle Wang and his wife went to the county town with Mr. Feng to tell Dacheng about the annulment of the engagement. After hearing it, Dacheng only lightly said that he understood and told his parents not to worry about him. Then he went to discuss the opening of the shop with Mr. Feng.
Mr. Feng was afraid that he would take things too hard and keep it in his heart again, so he wanted to open his mouth to comfort him. Who knew that Dacheng would actually tell him another thing after avoiding his parents? It turned out that half a month ago, Zhang Xi had come to him and asked to borrow ten taels of silver. He said that he saw a sesame seed cake shop on the street and wanted to buy it for business. Dacheng said that he didn't have it and only gave him two taels. Then, he asked Mu Shun to check on him and found that this fellow had been in and out of the gambling den for two consecutive days…Thinking about how the Zhang family kept asking for more silver, he was annoyed at that time, but he still didn't dare to say it out on account of his aunt's face. He was afraid that his parents would worry, so he didn't dare to say it out loud…
He also said that when he saw that girl, he thought that she was beautiful, so he was too superficial to get engaged. During this period of time, he had been busy with three people. Not only did he not feel tired, but he even found a different sense of accomplishment in his busyness. He was not old, so he would talk about the marriage in two years. He also wrote another letter to Mr. Feng to pass it to Yu Lian, explaining the whole thing clearly, so that she could live in Fragrant Valley without rushing back. Take good care of Yi 'er and seize the opportunity to learn more. Don't be like me, who will harm others and myself because of my low standards.
Winter leisure time always passed quickly, but the days of scholars were very hard.
Old Master Meng was always able to accurately adjust his homework according to their busy situation.
At the dinner table, Feng Huang complained to Xiao Fei,""Does the old man know how to calculate or something? I just came down from the mountain yesterday, and today he threw his homework in front of me…"
Without waiting for Xiao Fei's response, he looked up at Yang Ping and said,""Young Miss Ping, I realized that Old Master has always been kind to you. How did you do it? Teach it to big brother!"
Yang Ping snorted and ignored him. After a while, she raised her head and said,"Haven't you realized that you're the one who doesn't receive mercy the most among everyone?”，As she spoke, she gestured for him to look at the few people eating at the same table.
Feng Huang turned his neck---on his right was Little Fei, Little Fei was smart; On the left was Wang Qi, who was serious, and on the opposite side was Yang Ping, Yang Ping…and Zhao Jing, Zhao Jing…
The next day after Zhao Jing came here, he went to the big study with them to listen to the lecture. The table behind Yang Ping's desk was his, but the old man said that his knowledge could be a teacher for them.
Feng Huang wanted to grind his teeth.
The next day, in the big study, because Xinhe and Qingsong had a weak foundation, they would go to the school most of the time to study their foundation. Therefore, there were only five people in the three study rooms, Little Fei, Wang Qi, Feng Huang, Zhao Jing, and Yang Ping. Old Master Meng's desk was in the inner room.
"I'll start practicing painting from tomorrow onwards!" Yang Ping, who had just been envied and treated kindly yesterday, went to the inner room to hand in her homework. When she turned around and walked to the door, she was called by Old Master Meng.
"Danqing?" "Sir, do you mean that I still want to learn painting?" Yang Ping immediately stopped.”
" Hmm…You wake up early to practice martial arts like the rest of them. In the morning, you'll study. In the afternoon, you'll practice calligraphy and painting. Oh, you'll also have poetry and songs…" Old Master Meng patiently added.
Yang Ping looked at the faces in the study that were looking at her with varying degrees of interest. She suppressed the urge to wail and tried to argue with the old man in a calm tone," Sir, I still have to learn how to be a housekeeper and how to do business. In addition, I'm still sorting out military books…Sir, look…"
" Mm..." Old Mister Meng seemed to think very seriously. Just as Yang Ping's joy was about to overflow, he said,""It won't delay-"
On the other side, Xiao Fei quickly covered his face with a book. Wang Qi covered his mouth with his hand and tried his best to hold back his laughter. Feng Huang simply slammed his head on the table with a bang. Yang Ping gritted her teeth and looked at the last person. That person was slowly raising his right fist to cover the corner of his mouth.
" Humph-" Yang Ping returned to her desk angrily. When she turned around and saw that Old Master Meng had buried his head in his book again, she turned to Zhao Jing behind her and said,""Big Brother Zhao, do you know what dumplings taste like in a pot?”
"What?" Zhao Jing was puzzled.
"I'm the dumpling that was put into the pot!”，Yang Ping continued ferociously," Not to mention being wrapped in boiling water and running around, but from time to time, someone would stir it with a spoon and turn it over!”
Zhao Jing looked at her and smiled.
Old Master Meng was a master in calligraphy, but he was a little mediocre in painting. Zhao Jing had been taught by a famous teacher since he was young and was very talented, so Old Master Meng gave Zhao Jing full authority to teach them painting.
Yang Ping was not bad either. She raised her brush and filled it with water. The water and ink fell straight onto the paper. The brush spun casually, and the full corolla rose up. The hearty state was still moist with the spring rain and morning fog. The leaves were complemented by cold colors. The tip of the brush was dipped in thick ink to draw the deep leaves from top to bottom, and then the shallow leaves were painted with the white of the water. The picture suddenly became free and easy, and it had the taste of gold and stone. When it was half-dried, he used ink lines to mark the leaf veins. The depth was appropriate, and it was done in one go.
Zhao Jing's eyes were filled with amazement. Wang Qi said in surprise,""Younger Sister Ping, didn't you say that you're not good at painting?”
Feng Huang slapped the back of his head.""Are you stupid?!"
Little Fei smiled proudly,""My sister's enlightenment when she was young was personally made by my uncle, so was the painting!”
"It's Third Young Master Xu! No wonder!" Wang Qi touched the back of his head, which had been slapped, and said sincerely with his mouth wide open.
" It's another uncle, second uncle…"
This time, Feng Huang's jaw dropped.
Yang Ping put away her pen and looked up at Old Master Meng and Zhao Jing.""Old mister, master?"
Old Master Meng twirled his beard." Teaching and learning are mutually beneficial. You guys can teach and learn from each other…"
"Then I'll write an inscription?" Zhao Jing also smiled, gentle as the wind. After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the other party to respond and dipped his pen into ink to write the words "Graceful and graceful".
Old Master Meng clapped his hands." Alright, we'll frame it and hang it here. Let the three of them study it. Although painting and calligraphy are elegant, they can take care of one's body and mind, relieve one's worries, and have the effect of nourishing one's health and qi..."
After the old man finished speaking, he left the few of them behind. The three of them looked at each other…
Fortunately, Xiao Fei and Feng Huang had some foundation. Although they were lacking in charm and painting, they could still grasp the basic techniques. Wang Qi was blank. Zhao Jing was very patient. He first took the three of them to appreciate and comment on a few paintings, then assigned homework to the two of them to ponder. He then seriously taught Wang Qi every grass, tree, bird, and insect.
Yang Ping swayed freely and used this as an excuse to reduce the time she had to go to Mr. Feng's place to listen to the "business tips". She was happy.
In terms of kung fu, Jin Shi felt that Master Cheng's kung fu was too rigid, so she took the initiative to teach Yang Ping. She also felt that she could not bear to let her get up so early every day when she was still growing. Therefore, it was often Master Cheng's side that had already started for two to three quarters of an hour, and Yang Ping's side had just walked out of the house.
The morning sun had not risen yet, and the morning fog was misty. Yang Ping got up early for once and went to the front yard with her short sword in high spirits. When she arrived, she saw Feng Huang and Zhao Jing sparring with each other. Feng Huang attacked quickly, and Zhao Jing responded calmly. One was as fierce as a white tiger, and the other was as gentle as a unicorn. It was very lively between them.
Yang Ping was instantly enraged. She didn't care if she would be accidentally injured or not as she rushed in with her sword.
"Feng Huang, are you addicted to fighting?”，Yang Ping swung her sword and knocked on the back of his saber, then she used her backhand to block Zhao Jing."Brother Zhao, have you recovered? Why don't you join in the fun?”
The two of them hurriedly stopped their strength. Zhao Jing's martial arts were still stable. He only whispered," It's okay." Then he took a step back and stood still. Feng Huang had been frightened by his fierce attack, and he was afraid of hurting his opponent. He had to forcefully withdraw his strength and retreat a few steps before he could stabilize his body. He was instantly annoyed."Yang Ping, what are you doing? How dare you barge in with your martial arts skills! Do you want to die?"
Yang Ping's voice was even louder than his.""You know that you will hurt people? If you know, why did you fight with an injured person? Second Brother Feng, you're really promising!"
" It's just a simple exchange of pointers. It's fine. I've already recovered…" Zhao Jing was shocked by her anger. He paused for half a breath and quickly went forward to speak.
"Who told you? Three months, three months, was it three months now? Are you the doctor or am I the doctor? Show off! You don't know what you're doing!"
After Yang Ping finished speaking, she didn't mention anything about practicing her martial arts. She picked up her sword and left. She didn't even turn around when Little Fei called her from behind.
Throughout the entire process, Wang Qi stood at the back without saying a word. Little Fei looked at this and then looked at that. In the end, she sighed and said,"My sister must be angry. She doesn't like people who don't listen to the doctor. Once, I caught a cold and didn't want to take my medicine, so I secretly poured it out. She beat me up and didn't even give me food for the whole day…Brother Zhao, Brother Feng, you guys…sigh…do as you see fit! Brother Wang Qi, let's go find Master to practice?”
"What? Oh!" Wang Qi followed in a daze. As he walked, he turned around to look at the two people who were standing there in a daze.
After a long time, Feng Huang turned around and walked. After a few steps, he turned back reluctantly and called Zhao Jing,""Let's go!"
"What?" This person was still looking at the tunnel in the distance in a daze.
"Look for my mother and take the initiative to admit your mistake! Chen Qing!" Feng Huang muttered in a low voice,"Not only is he a tyrant, but he's also a snitch…I'm the one who pulled you into training, so I'll take the blame for being scolded!”
"No need!" Zhao Jing finally spoke.
Then, during breakfast, Yang Ping saw that the two seats beside her were empty. Little Fei buried her head in her meal and took the time to look at the empty seat and then at her sister…
When she went to the big study, she saw that the two of them were copying books very seriously. When she came in, Feng Huang raised his head and glared at her, then lowered his head and continued copying. Zhao Jing nodded and smiled as usual, and handed her the homework that he had helped to get from the old master.
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