Chapter 83 Song Jiaren's Tenderness [10,000 words asking for monthly votes! ]

After finishing his wife's portrait, Li Nuo drew an ink painting of Song Ning'er.

After finishing the last stroke, he put down his pen, rubbed his sore wrist, and planned to take a break.

After lunch, I will help them each draw a color ink painting. After they are finished, this ability will almost disappear.

If you want to get it back later, you will have to pay with your life.

This time, Li Nuo did not treat the two sisters differently.

Each person has one ink painting and one color ink painting, and there is no particular favoritism towards Muer.

Although Ning'er is a little spoiled, she is not a bad person. She is only a six-year-old child and her mind is not yet mature.

As their brother-in-law, if Li Nuo is overly partial to one of them, it will leave an indelible shadow on the other one in her growth process.

In order to look after the children of his mentor and boss, he also learned some child psychology.

The table was a mess. When Li Nuo was collecting the paints, several figures slowly walked into the room. Mr. Chen saw the portrait on the table and was slightly stunned. He asked in surprise: "Mr. Li, do you know how to paint?"

Mr. Lu also came over and couldn't help saying, "More than understanding, these two paintings, although not considered to be advanced, are just one step away from being perfect. They are not much worse than those students in the academy who are proficient in painting..."

Behind the four old gentlemen, there was a middle-aged man.

He studied the two paintings for a long time, stroked his short beard, nodded and said, "These two paintings have reached the pinnacle in terms of brushwork and paint techniques, and are not far from the masters of painting. Among the hundreds of students in Qingfeng Academy, only one can compare with him in painting. What a pity..."

As he spoke, an expression of regret appeared on his face and he let out a long sigh.

Mr. Chen asked, "We have such a talented person in our academy, why are you sighing?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "That man is indeed good at mathematics and painting. He had a high chance of passing the next imperial examination. Unfortunately, although he is talented, his character is extremely bad. In order to curry favor with the rich and powerful, he even committed the act of murdering his mother. This is truly a heinous crime that cannot be tolerated by heaven. Yesterday, the students expelled him from the academy."

Han Zhuo was indeed an extremely outstanding student at Qingfeng Academy, and many teachers and leaders had high hopes for him. If he had only committed some minor crimes, it would not be difficult for the academy to step in and settle them for him.

But what he committed was the serious crime of matricide, which was as serious as treason.

Although treason is a serious crime under the law, in people's minds, the crime of matricide is worse than treason.

Even if the academy poured a lot of resources into him, it would not risk the world's condemnation and ruin the academy's century-old reputation for the sake of a Jinshi.

Upon hearing this, the four old gentlemen became furious!

"What, is this true?"

"How do you teach your students? How could our academy produce such beasts!"

"When you recruit students, don't just focus on their academic performance. It's more important to examine their character. You ignored my words!"

"Haha, Tang Xian, ah Tang Xian, you think you are great just because you are the dean. I shouldn't have recommended you to be the dean in the first place!"

Seeing that several gentlemen were pointing their fingers at him, the middle-aged man suddenly felt a headache. He would have kept silent if he had known this earlier.

At this time, Li Nuo on the side took the initiative to help him out: "There are hundreds of students in the academy, how can Dean Tang manage them all by himself? Besides, it is difficult to draw the bones of a tiger, and you can't tell the heart by just looking at the appearance..."

The middle-aged man said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, my friend is right..."

Unexpectedly, the word "young friend" made the four old gentlemen even angrier.

The ocean of knowledge is boundless and the wise can be the teacher. They have studied mathematics for their entire lives and had become somewhat numb to it. It was Li Nuo who rekindled their passion for mathematics.

These days, they learned for the first time that numbers and graphics can be transformed ingeniously, that the final answer of adding infinite numbers can actually be one, and that there are all kinds of magical theorems...

It was Li Nuo who opened the door to true mathematics for them.

The four of them had had many teachers in their lives, but none of them were as shocking as what this young man taught them in just a few days.

Even they have to call him Mr. Li, but this traitor actually dares to call him little friend. He is a generation older than them. Isn't this rebelling against the Tiangang?

Mr. Chen frowned and asked, "What little friend?"

The middle-aged man knew that he had used the wrong word, and immediately said: "It's Mr. Xiao Li, Mr. Xiao Li..."

Mr. Lu said angrily: "Mr. Xiao Li, you also called him Mr. Xiao Li. He is our master, you should call him Grandmaster!"

Seeing the head of a hospital being scolded like this by a few people, Li Nuo came to the rescue again: "Please don't embarrass Dean Tang. I just discussed mathematics with you gentlemen for a few days. I don't deserve the title of sir..."

Facing his words, the four old men seemed extremely serious.

Heaven, Earth, Emperor, Parents, and Teachers. Heaven and Earth are invisible, and the emperor... the emperor is so high above us, and we will have nothing to do with them in our entire lives. Just show respect to them verbally. Who in their right mind would put the emperor ahead of their own parents?

The grace of imparting knowledge and education is second only to the grace of raising children by one’s parents.

A person who has no relationship with you and has no favor towards you, but is willing to impart to you everything he has learned and understood without reservation without asking for your money, is such a person not worthy of respect?

This kind of respect has nothing to do with age or status.

No one is born with knowledge. If a scholar wants to achieve something, he must be taught by a famous teacher.

The kindness of a good teacher is no less than that of parents. Those who are disrespectful to their parents will be despised by the world. Scholars who do not respect their teachers will also be despised by scholars all over the world.

Mr. Lu bowed and said solemnly: "We are stupid and have no chance to be your disciples, but once you are my teacher, you will be my teacher for life. Please do not refuse the title of "Mr."..."

Seeing the four elderly people looking extremely serious, Li Nuo didn't know what to say anymore.

Although in later generations, the word "teacher" has been extended to have many meanings.

But in this world, this matter still remains in its simplest form.

Without those gentlemen, he wouldn't be here now. Seeing how serious they were, the middle-aged man's expression also became serious. He bowed respectfully to Li Nuo and said in a deep voice, "Tang Xian greets the Grandmaster."

Li Nuo waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, what's the point of calling me 'grandmaster' or not? Don't call me old. If you must, just call me Mr. Li like the other old gentlemen..."

The middle-aged man looked at the others, and Mr. Chen nodded and said, "Since Mr. Xiao Li said so, you can call him that first..."

Li Nuo shook his still sore wrist and said, "I'll leave you a question. Take a look at it first. If you don't understand it, I'll explain it to you after dinner..."

After Li Nuo left, several people looked at the questions on the paper, looking at each other, without any ideas.

Although they didn't know how to solve the problem, they were very happy in their hearts. This meant that they could be exposed to new mathematical ideas today. They really didn't know how he could come up with these at such a young age.

Although Li Xuanjing was also very powerful back then, he was not this amazing.

Speaking of Li Xuanjing, one cannot help but sigh. The legendary figure of the past eventually went astray...

Compared to talent, virtue is more important.

Mr. Lu looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "What's the matter with that beast who killed his mother that you just mentioned?"

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Alas, Han Zhuo was originally a genius among the people. Because of his outstanding academic performance, the academy waived his tuition and admitted him as an exception. I didn't expect that he would do such a treasonous thing in order to curry favor with the powerful..."

…

Ministry of Justice.

An official from the Ministry of Justice stood in front of the death row, looked at a figure in the cell, and said, "Confess. You are a scholar. Don't resort to torture. That would be disgraceful for everyone..."

Han Zhuo sat on the wooden bed without saying a word.

The official from the Ministry of Justice said, "It's useless for you to keep silent. Qingfeng Academy has already expelled you. Don't expect the academy to save you."

Han Zhuo finally raised his head and said, "Marquis Huaiyang is my future father-in-law, he will definitely save me. You, the Ministry of Justice, wrongly accuse a good man. Aren't you afraid of being investigated by the court?"

The Ministry of Justice had no substantial evidence, and he firmly believed that as long as the Marquis of Huaiyang was willing to save him, everything could still be salvaged.

The official from the Ministry of Justice shook his head, looked at him with pity, and said slowly: "You still don't understand. If the Marquis of Huaiyang was willing to save you, you would have left the Ministry of Justice yesterday. I admit that with the Marquis of Huaiyang's ability, even if you committed murder, he could get you out of the Ministry of Justice, but you are so cruel that you can even kill your mother who gave birth to you and raised you. Even if he wants to save you, he has to worry about the people's gossip..."

Han Zhuo finally showed a little panic on his face, but he still pretended to be calm and said through gritted teeth: "Qianqian must be begging for me, just wait!"

at the same time.

Chang'an, a magnificent mansion somewhere.

In the quiet garden, a young woman hugged a middle-aged man's arm and begged, "Daddy, please save him, please..."

The middle-aged man was tall and dignified. Facing the young woman's plea, he said helplessly, "Qianqian, it's not that Daddy doesn't want to help you. It's just that what Han Zhuo did is beyond our ability to help. You don't want to see our Huaiyang Marquis Mansion being cursed by the people of Chang'an, right?"

The young woman let go of his hand, stamped her feet, and said angrily: "What should I do? I have decided to marry him!"

The middle-aged man smiled and comforted her, "Isn't it just a man? There are so many young talents in Chang'an. Dad will help you pick one, one who is more handsome and talented than him..."

The young woman stopped worrying about Han Zhuo and said happily, "He must learn to draw. I want him to draw for me every day."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Don't worry. There are so many talented people in the academy, and there are a lot of people who can paint. Within three days, Dad will help you find ten of them, and you can take your time to choose..."

Inside the garden, the young woman had already forgotten Han Zhuo. She hugged the middle-aged man's arm and said in a tender voice, "Thank you, Daddy!"

In the prison of the Ministry of Justice, Han Zhuo thought of that beautiful figure in his heart, hugged his knees tightly, curled up in the corner of the cell, still waiting with hope...

…

"This is the solution to this problem. The inferences drawn from this can be applied to all similar problems. Do you understand?"

After dinner, Li Nuo came to the classroom where Song Muer and Song Ninger had previously taken classes and explained several important theorems of geometry to them.

Because he had to paint two more pictures soon, he didn't explain in detail.

The four old gentlemen nodded repeatedly, but the middle-aged man looked confused.

No, do you understand now?

What do you understand?

Seeing his confused expression, Li Nuo said, "Dean Tang, if there is anything you don't understand, please point it out and I will explain it to you in detail."

Mr. Lu simply waved his hand and said, "No need. He doesn't even understand such a simple question. Mr. Li, don't waste your time on him."

Mr. Xu glanced at the middle-aged man, shook his head, and said angrily: "Now that you are the dean, you have become a very busy person, and you have even abandoned the knowledge that you were best at before..."

Mr. Chen said directly: "You should manage the students in the academy well and don't come next time."

Faced with the teacher's admonition, the middle-aged man could only lower his head and smile bitterly.

He was just curious and wanted to see who was being praised so highly by the gentlemen.

People saw it and got scolded for no reason.

Qingfeng Academy is one of the four major academies in Chang'an, no, Daxia. As the head of an academy, he has to deal with too many things. How can he have time to study?

During the day, I have to deal with various affairs of the college, and at night I have to attend various drinking parties.

How could he not go when an official from the Ministry of Personnel invited him to a banquet?

If he didn't go, when the students of the academy passed the imperial examination and wanted to seek a satisfactory official position in the future, how would he go to the Ministry of Personnel?

A nobleman from Chang'an came to his house and wanted to donate 12,000 taels of silver to the academy. His only request was to let his children study in the academy. Would he accept the money or not?

If he doesn't accept it, who will pay the salaries of the teachers in the academy? How will the students buy pigments for painting? Who will pay for the maintenance of the horse farm and shooting range? Will they rely on the meager funding from the court?

He still has to rely on his old face.

Of course, he couldn't say these words in front of the gentlemen.

Within the academy, there needs to be someone who devotes himself to academic research, but there also needs to be someone who is responsible for matters other than academic research.

After seeing off the four gentlemen and the dean of Qingfeng Academy, Li Nuo continued to paint.

Color painting requires much more effort than ink painting, not to mention there are two paintings. He was worried that he would not have enough time. Fortunately, after finishing the first one, he was familiar with the process and moved on to the second one, so he moved much faster.

Even so, Li Nuo managed to finish two identical paintings just a quarter of an hour before Han Zhuo's portrait went dark.

Song Muer jumped in and saw the painting on the table. She smiled happily at first, then asked in confusion: "Brother Li Nuo, why did you draw two?"

Li Nuo explained: "One of them is for Ning'er, otherwise she will be unhappy again."

Song Muer looked at him, sighed, and said, "Brother Li Nuo, you are so kind. Song Ning'er treated you so badly, but you still drew beautiful pictures for her. Sister Jiaren is so lucky to marry you..."

The little girl praised people one after another. Li Nuo packed up the paints and said, "Pick the one you like from those two paintings, and give the other one to Ning'er. And remember to give her the one over there as well."

Song Muer showed a happy smile on her face again. She was allowed to pick the good things first. Brother Li Nuo was still the best to her.

Apart from my beautiful sister, she is the best in the world.

Song Muer took the three paintings back to her room. In fact, this room did not completely belong to her, but half of it belonged to Song Ning'er.

It’s not that there are not enough rooms at home, but that she was the one who chose this place in the first place, and Song Ning'er insisted on fighting with her for it, so in the end they could only have it half each.

The two people quarreled during the day, but had to sleep in the same room at night.

When she walked into the room, she saw Song Ning'er sitting at the head of the bed, so she put away her own painting first, then handed Song Ning'er's painting to her, and said, "This is what Brother Li Nuo drew for you. You treated him so well before, but he was still so nice to you. You should be more polite to him in the future, understand?"

Song Ning'er took the two paintings, opened them and looked at them. A smile appeared on her face, and she was not as sad as before.

However, she was not very happy either.

Because she realized one thing.

Even though she and Song Muer looked the same, ate the same, wore the same clothes, and used the same things, Song Muer had two things that she didn't have.

Song Muer can do somersaults on the spot.

She won't.

Song Muer has a very powerful sister who teaches her martial arts.

Neither did she.

That sister can use her true energy to break a brick through the air, and she is as powerful as Sister Jiaren. If she teaches me, I wonder if I can catch up with Song Muer...

The next morning, just after daybreak, Song Ning'er got up early. After washing up, she ran to the deserted courtyard again without even having breakfast.

She made an appointment with the sister and gave her an answer this morning.

After closing the gate, she walked into the yard and called out softly, "Big sister, are you here?"

"Have you thought it through?"

A voice came from behind her. Song Ning'er turned around and found that the sister she met yesterday had appeared behind her without her knowing.

She didn't answer immediately, but asked first: "If I learn Kung Fu from you, can I be better than Song Muer?"

The woman wearing the muli leaned against the tree and said, "She has been practicing since she was a child and has already developed her inner energy. Your martial arts talents are similar. If you want to catch up with her, you have to put in twice as much effort as her. In this way, you can catch up with her in about five years..."

Song Ning'er was a little disappointed and murmured, "Ah, it takes so long..."

The woman crossed her arms, looked at her, and said, "It's not that there is no faster way, but any shortcut requires a price..."

Song Ning'er asked: "What's the price?"

The woman said, "The price is that you may never get married in this life. Even if you get married, you can't enjoy the happiness of being a woman and a mother... Can you accept this price?"

Song Ning'er breathed a sigh of relief. She thought it was some price...

What's good about getting married? After my mother married my father, all she did every day was apply cucumber on her face, or put some white or red powder on her face.

As for her father, he was busy in the shop every day. When he came home, he only used the abacus and didn't play with her...

As for women's happiness, what is women's happiness? She feels that swinging on the swing and playing sepak takraw are very happy. Does it mean that after learning that kind of kung fu, she can no longer play these things?

She looked at the mysterious elder sister and asked, "What is the happiness of women? Swinging on a swing or playing shuttlecock, right?"

The woman wearing the muli didn't seem to know how to explain this problem to a six-year-old child. After thinking for a while, she said, "Forget it, you are still too young to understand these things. Just pretend I never said anything, so that you won't blame me later..."

She looked down at Song Ning'er and said, "I can teach you kung fu, but you have to promise not to tell anyone about this, including your sister, your parents."

Song Ning'er asked in confusion: "Why?"

The mysterious woman said calmly: "No reason. If you ask again, I won't teach you."

Song Ning'er immediately covered her mouth.

It was so hard to meet such a powerful sister who was willing to teach her kung fu, she didn't want to make her angry.

Seeing how well-behaved she was, the mysterious woman patted her head gently and said, "As long as you are obedient and work hard at cultivation, one day you will surpass your sister. She was just lucky and was born a little earlier than you..."

These words really touched her heart, and Song Ning'er liked this sister even more.

She raised her head, wanting to see what this kind sister looked like, but her view was blocked by Mu Li and the veil, so she had no choice but to ask, "What should I call you from now on, Master?"

The mysterious woman gently pinched her face and said, "You can call me sister if you want..."

Song Ning'er thought about it and said, "Then I will call you Master Sister from now on!"

In the Song Mansion, Li Nuo sat in the room, rubbing his wrist gently.

He has been drawing for them since yesterday, and his wrists are extremely sore, and he even shakes when drinking water.

This body is still too weak. A cultivator cannot strengthen his body. He still needs to take time to exercise. He doesn't expect to become as powerful as a warrior, but he can't be as weak as he is now.

However, seeing how his wife couldn't let go of the painting, he felt that it didn't matter if he was a little tired.

People saved his life twice, and it was just a matter of painting two paintings. It didn't mean he was asked to marry them, so why should he complain about being tired?

After a long time, Song Jiaren put the painting away. Inadvertently, she saw Li Nuo rubbing his right wrist in pain. Thinking of how hard he had worked to help her paint all night, she felt sorry for him. She slowly walked forward and said, "Let me rub it for you."

While Li Nuo was still in a daze, a faint fragrance came to him and his wife had already sat down beside him. At the same time, he felt a soft and smooth feeling on his right wrist.

As she gently massaged, Li Nuo felt the sore part of his wrist being wrapped by a cool breath, which made him feel numb and very comfortable. The pain in his wrist was also relieved a lot.

Song Jiaren asked, "Do you feel better?"

Li Nuo nodded and said, "Much better."

The two looked at each other and then looked away at the same time.

Song Jiaren continued to use her true Qi to relax his meridians and promote blood circulation. The room fell into silence, but compared to before, a strange atmosphere began to spread.

The faint fragrance was so close that Li Nuo clearly felt that the distance between them had been invisibly shortened during these few days in the Song Mansion.

This distance is not limited to space.

"Brother-in-law, are you free to help me..."

A figure walked in from outside, breaking the silence in the room. Song Yu looked at the two people sitting at the table, holding hands. After a slight pause, he immediately stepped out and said, "Sorry to bother you. I'll come back tomorrow morning..."

Song Jiaren pulled her hand back, stood up, and said, "I'm going to take a shower..."

After saying that, she walked straight out of the room.

After she left, Song Yu came in, gave Li Nuo a thumbs up, and said admiringly: "You are worthy of being my brother-in-law. From childhood to adulthood, I have never seen a beautiful woman be so gentle to anyone. Brother-in-law, you are really capable..."

Not only Song Yu had never seen it, but Li Nuo was also seeing it for the first time.

If Song Yu hadn't interrupted him, he could have watched it for a while longer, so Li Nuo didn't have a good tone for him and asked unhappily, "What's the matter?"

Song Yu first took out two apples from a cloth bag and said with a smile: "Although these are not carefully cultivated by the powerful farmers, they were successfully cultivated by Sinong Temple not long ago. They are a rare new product outside and taste very good. I only want two. Even my father didn't give them to me. Brother-in-law, you try them..."

There are generally two kinds of fruits and vegetables produced by farmers. One is the longevity peach like the old lady’s, and the other is the fresh peach that Prince Chun rewarded last time.

This is a fine product carefully cultivated by strong farmers above the fourth level who nourish it with true qi every day. It has the effect of strengthening the body, healing wounds and detoxifying.

The other type is the common type which is only improved in variety but not nourished with the farmer's true qi, and has no effect on strengthening the body and healing injuries.

But even the latter is not available to ordinary people.

With the conditions of the Li Mansion, the former was not easy to obtain, but Li Nuo often ate the latter. He said straight to the point: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly..."

Song Yu smiled shyly, took out a piece of paper from his bosom, and said, "I wrote a poem and I want my brother-in-law to help me polish it."

Li Nuo took the paper, glanced at it, and said, "It's a poem, a love poem. Who are you going to give it to?"

Song Yu said embarrassedly: "Give it to a girl."

Although he still wanted to have affairs with other women, his father had already issued a death order that he must find a marriage within this year, so he had no choice but to prepare to settle down and start a family.

The third young lady of the Shen family had a family background that matched his and she was also pretty. He heard that she liked poetry, so he wrote one for her.

As a student of the academy, he would take part in the imperial examination in the future, so he had to know a little bit about poetry, calligraphy, painting, military tactics and criminal law. When asked to explain the key points of military tactics, he would not frown, but he was really not good at poetry...

Fortunately, there was someone in the family who understood poetry. The poem he gave to the old lady was praised by many people at the time. They were all better at writing poetry than himself.

Li Nuo glanced at it. Song Yu's poem was not very good, but it was neat. Li Nuo thought he was sending it to a prostitute, so he changed a few words to make it look good. Seeing his shy look, he asked, "Which girl?"

Song Yu said, "The third young lady of the Shen family."

Li Nuo didn't know the third young lady of the Shen family, but the one who could be called that by Song Yu was definitely not a brothel girl. This made Li Nuo change his previous thoughts.

Song Yu is nineteen years old this year, one year older than Song Jiaren. His sister is already married, but he, as her brother, is still single.

Li Nuo has heard his second uncle and the old lady urging him to get married more than once.

His family had arranged a marriage for him, but this guy just wouldn't agree and spent all his time hanging out in brothels. This time, he finally found a decent girl.

Li Nuo had no objection to this poem being presented to the girl in the brothel.

But the ladies in Chang'an, except for the wives, all have some talent, so his poem is not good enough.

Considering that he always thinks of himself first when he has something good, Li Nuo decides to help him polish it.

After a moment, Song Yu looked at the paper in his hand and then looked at Li Nuo.

It is smooth.

This is too smooth.

None of Run's words were his original ones.

But I have to say, it's really good.

Song Yu could not write good poems, but he still had some appreciation ability. Even if he were to write for his entire life, he would not be able to write a sentence like this.

His brother-in-law is really good to him.

The third daughter of the Shen family loves poetry the most. If you give this poem to her, won’t it be easy to win her over?

Song Yu put away the poem, looked at Li Nuo with emotion, and said, "Thank you, brother-in-law!"

Li Nuo waved his hand: "You're welcome. Win the third daughter of the Shen family as soon as possible and expand the Song family. I'm waiting to drink in your wedding wine."

Looking at Song Yu's leaving back, Li Nuo felt emotional. Although he was not a member of the Song family, he worried about the old Song family.

Not only does she have to play with her sister-in-law, but she also has to worry about her brother-in-law's lifelong affairs. When he is bullied, she has to stand up for him. Even his father is not so good to him...

There were footsteps coming from outside the door. Li Nuo turned around and was slightly stunned when he saw his wife.

She was wearing a light pink solid silk nightgown with only beautiful embroidery on the cuffs.

Because she had just taken a shower, her jet-black hair was still a little wet and casually draped over her shoulders, further highlighting her slender, white neck.

Further down, there is a tightened neckline.

Although the pajamas with long sleeves and long pants still wrapped her body tightly, she had always slept in her outer clothes before.

This was the first time Li Nuo saw her so casual.

Although this pajamas is loose, it is only a close-fitting one, which makes her slender figure more prominent. Moreover, Li Nuo discovered that the lady still has some figure, although not much…

Song Jiaren noticed his gaze and pretended to be calm, but her heartbeat was actually much faster than usual. Although it was the first time she wore this in front of him and she was a little uncomfortable, sleeping in outer clothes was really uncomfortable...

Li Nuo realized that he had been looking at her for too long, and quickly looked away, saying, "Song Yu just sent two apples over, saying they are new products from Sinong Temple. Would you like to try some?"

He washed both apples and handed one to Song Jiaren. When he was about to eat it, she took the apple away from him.

Song Jiaren easily broke the apple in half, took a small bite of one half, and then handed the other half to Li Nuo, saying, "So many people want to kill you, no matter who sends you the gift, you have to be careful."

Li Nuo was slightly stunned. After all, it was something sent by Song Yu, so he didn't think too much about it.

Butler Wu said that he had been poisoned in his meals many times before, so the food in the Li Mansion would be strictly inspected and tasted before being served.

We will serve it only after we are sure there are no problems.

Although a big family like the Song family is not as strict as the Li family, they are also very careful about food.

There is a secret compartment sewn on Li Nuo's cuff, which contains top-grade detoxification pills made by doctors so that he can be ready for any emergency.

Li Nuo didn't expect that she would test the poison for him personally.

Although most of the poisons that could kill Li Nuo would be useless to a warrior like her.

But he had never received such treatment before.

Li Nuo glanced at her secretly. What Song Yu said was right. It seemed that the lady was becoming more and more gentle.

…

In the next few days, Li Nuo stayed in the Song Mansion and rarely went out.

Those old gentlemen would come over every day, and Li Nuo would take half an hour or more to popularize modern mathematical theories to them.

Sometimes they would also bring two mathematics teachers from Qingfeng College. The mathematics classroom where Mu'er and Ning'er used to study has now become their classroom.

Li Nuo didn't take their daily disturbance to heart. He thought that since he was free, he might as well make a contribution to the development of mathematics in Daxia.

"It's just a small gift, not a token of respect, please accept it, Mr. Li."

Today, when the group left, they left behind several exquisite food boxes. Song Muer opened them and looked at them, then said, "Brother Li Nuo, these are mooncakes..."

Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. Festive lanterns are hung everywhere in the Song Mansion, creating an atmosphere of festivity.

Li Nuo came here in mid-July. This was his first festival in this world.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a very important festival in the summer, second only to the Spring Festival.

The court started giving officials holidays three days ago, and the holidays would not end until two days after the festival.

Li Nuo had already hit a bottleneck in his practice, and the government had just given him a holiday, so he seemed to have nothing to do these days.

The mooncakes sent by the old gentlemen tasted pretty good. He ate two. Butler Wu walked in from outside and said, "Master, today is Mid-Autumn Festival. Are you and Madam going home?"

Li Nuo thought for a moment and said, "Let's go back."

It would be fine at other times, but the Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion, and they usually have a reunion dinner in the evening. As an outsider, the Mid-Autumn Festival did not seem to be a big deal in the Song family. He looked at Song Jiaren, and Song Jiaren nodded slightly.

Li Nuo noticed that his wife had changed a lot these days.

They are completely different people from when they first met.

Ever since Li Nuo helped her vent her anger for those old men and gave her those two paintings, she became much gentler towards him.

Or maybe she is just so gentle, and her usual cold and aloof heroine is just a disguise.

Of course, her gentle side was also gained by his empathy.

Song Muer grabbed Li Nuo's hand and said, "Brother Li Nuo, after dinner tonight, let's go to the Lantern Festival, okay? I heard that the Lantern Festival at night is very lively..."

Before Li Nuo could say anything, Butler Wu said quickly, "Master, this is absolutely not allowed. There are too many people outside tonight. You should stay at home and enjoy the moon with Madam..."

Li Nuo could understand Butler Wu.

He doesn't go out alone. He has no idea how many people are protecting him, both openly and secretly. It's not so bad on normal days, but during a grand festival like this, the streets will definitely be crowded and security will be under great pressure.

It’s better not to make things difficult for Butler Wu.

He was also responsible for his own life. After all, if there were assassins hiding in the crowd and stabbed him in the dark, he wouldn't even be able to find the person...

It’s nice to visit a lantern festival and enjoy the moon.

When my wife and I were preparing to return to the Li family, we passed by my fourth uncle Song Hao's courtyard and saw a middle-aged woman standing in the courtyard.

This female instructor was invited by the Song family from outside to teach Song Ning'er martial arts.

She was about 40 years old, with the cultivation level of True Qi Realm, and came to the Song Mansion every day to teach Song Ning'er for an hour.

A few days ago, Song Ning'er suddenly wanted to learn martial arts. Her mother wanted to ask her lady to teach her. The lady agreed, but Song Ning'er herself was unwilling.

In desperation, her family had to find a tutor for her from outside.

The hardships of martial arts are not something that ordinary people can endure.

Including Li Nuo, everyone thought that she was only enthusiastic for a short time and would probably give up after just one day.

Song Ning'er had tried to practice martial arts many times before, but she gave up before lasting a day each time.

But this time it seems a little different. This is already the third day she has persisted.

Even Li Nuo looked at him with admiration.

As Song Ning'er's martial arts teacher, Zhang Yun likes this talented girl even more.

She herself also showed extraordinary talent in martial arts when she was a child. She reached the peak of the Qi Realm at the age of thirty and was only one step away from the Controlling Objects Realm.

But it took her ten years to take this one step.

Perhaps in a few years I will be able to make a breakthrough naturally, but that won’t make much sense, as I will never be able to reach a higher level in this lifetime.

Therefore, she had long given up the idea of ​​pursuing martial arts and opened a women's martial arts school in Chang'an, specializing in teaching young ladies from wealthy families and taking charge of their martial arts enlightenment.

These noble ladies usually do not practice martial arts in depth, but if they have a foundation in martial arts, they will also learn a little martial arts for self-defense.

Most of their families were generous. She was paid ten taels of silver for teaching the little girl from the Song family for one hour, and she paid one tael of silver each time.

Miss Ning'er from the Song family not only has an excellent talent for martial arts, but her strength also increases significantly almost every day.

It can be seen that she has also worked hard enough in addition to her daily martial arts classes.

Zhang Yun even doubted whether she had taught the child.

Both her speed of progress and her ability to comprehend far surpassed other noble ladies of the same age, something she had never seen before in her life.

After teaching today's class, she accepted the remuneration and walked out of the Song Mansion. She couldn't help but wonder, has her teaching level improved? Will she ask for a higher price when she takes on new tasks in the future?

Forget it, let’s not think about it for now. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. I will go to Chen’s house to teach for an hour and then I can go home for the reunion dinner.

After the martial arts class, Song Ning'er did not go to swing or play shuttlecock as usual. She ran to the empty courtyard of the Song Mansion alone, closed the door, and whispered, "Master sister, Master sister, are you there?"

A figure walked out from behind the tree, handed her a candied haws, and said: "After you eat it, I will teach you a set of body movements. Once you learn it, you will be able to do somersaults on the spot."

Song Ning'er took a bite of the candied haws, looked up at her, and said, "Master sister, you are so kind to me."

In fact, she also likes Sister Jiaren very much, but because Song Muer is always nice to Sister Jiaren, she can't get close to Sister Jiaren.

Brother Li Nuo was actually quite good to her. Even though she treated him so well before, he still drew pictures for her. Song Ning'er also liked him in her heart, but he treated Song Mu'er better.

Only the master sister is kind to her, and Song Muer can't take her away from her.

After a while, bursts of noise were heard in the courtyard.

Occasionally, a servant from the Song Mansion would pass by outside and hear the noise coming from inside. They would just pause slightly and then leave as if nothing had happened.

This yard is a secret forbidden area designated by Miss Ning'er. When she is in there, no one is allowed to enter.

Miss Ning'er was much more noisy than Miss Mu'er. No servant in the Song Mansion dared to disobey the orders of this little girl.

Inside the small courtyard, Song Ning'er somersaulted easily on the spot, a look of happiness on her little face.

The woman, wearing a veil and leaning lazily against a tree in the yard, asked, "Why are you so eager to learn how to do somersaults?"

Song Ning'er said honestly: "Once I learn how to do somersaults, I can pretend to be Song Mu'er in front of Brother Li Nuo..."

Speaking of Li Nuo, Song Ning'er seemed to open up and said, "Brother Li Nuo is amazing. He can handle any problem. He can also draw. His drawings are very lifelike and beautiful..."

The woman said calmly: "Song Jiaren's husband, isn't he a fool?"

Song Ning'er immediately said, "Shh, he's not a fool. Master sister, keep your voice down. Don't let him hear you, or he won't play with you anymore..."

Song Ning'er regretted deeply for the wrong things she had done.

But soon, she was attracted by other things.

Seeing that Master Sister seemed to be in a daze, he quietly squatted down and leaned sideways, as if trying to see through her appearance hidden behind the curtain.

But even if his sight successfully passed through Mu Li's veil, it was blocked by a moon-white veil under the veil.

The woman noticed her action and pushed Mu Li down.

Being caught peeking, Song Ning'er immediately stood up and cleverly changed the subject: "Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, Master Sister, aren't you going home to see your family?"

The mysterious woman looked into the distance, remained silent for a long time, and said, "I don't have a home."

How can someone be without a home?

Song Ning'er suddenly felt that her master sister was so pitiful that she didn't even have a home.

She took the initiative to hold the hand of her master sister and said, "Then wait until night, I will secretly bring you mooncakes to eat, and we will watch the moon together..."

(End of this chapter)