Chapter 515: Making clothes is much more difficult than practicing kung fu!

"You are just sweet-talking." She scolded him, but the smile in her eyes became more and more intense.

Gu Junze led the horse and walked slowly side by side with her on the grassland. The setting sun stretched their shadows very long.

"Oh right," Chu Ruohan suddenly remembered something and turned her head to look at him. "Counting the days, this year's Autumn Examination is almost here, right? Is Lu Ge'er... going to take the Tongsheng Examination?"

A thoughtful look appeared on Gu Junze's calm face, and he nodded.

"Well, this is the first special examination since His Majesty ascended the throne, and it's of great significance. I tested his work a few days ago, and while his skills are a little immature, he's already showing some promise. He should give it a try and see the world."

After hearing this, Chu Ruohan had an idea in mind.

She sighed softly, a trace of pity in her eyes: "This child is also pitiful, without a father or a mother, and usually has a dull temperament. Apart from practicing martial arts, he only knows how to bury his head in books."

"Now I have to go to the exam hall, and there is no one around to help me."

She stopped and looked at Gu Junze, "At least call me aunt. This matter should be handled by me."

"Third Auntie...I'm afraid she won't care!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Junze stopped, turned around and looked at her seriously.

He stretched out his free hand and gently pushed a strand of hair that was blown by the wind behind her ear.

"Thank you for your hard work." His voice was low and gentle. "With you taking care of everything in the mansion, I can feel at ease outside."

Chu Ruohan shook her head and held his big hand that was resting on her cheek.

"We are husband and wife, it's awkward to say these things."

"Then I'll go check it out tomorrow and prepare some things he'll need for the exam. I'll also have the kitchen prepare some nourishing meals for him."

Chu Ruohan had already started thinking in her mind, "He should also get two new sets of robes. In the examination hall, spirit and energy are the most important."

Gu Junze looked at her seriously planning, and the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed.

He didn't say anything else, but just held her hand tightly and pulled her close to him, while his other hand still held the majestic white horse steadily.

The autumn wind blew gently, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, blowing her skirt and also stirring his heartstrings.

At this moment, the turbulent court affairs and the deceitful intrigues in the harem seemed to be isolated from the people around them by the tranquility of the suburbs.

"Okay." He only responded with one word, but it was worth a thousand words.

As autumn deepens, the study in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion is filled with a lively scene that is completely different from the bleak autumn scenery.

Lu Ge'er, he's been busy preparing for the Autumn Examination these days, and has been buried in Gu Junze's study all day. Even Chu Chenyu comes over from time to time...

As a result, the most boring person in the mansion became the five-year-old Xiaolan.

"Aunt!"

Lan Jie'er ran into the warm room where Chu Ruohan was, dragging her little skirt like a gust of wind, her little face full of grievance.

"Brother Lu and Uncle Chenyu ignore me! All they do is read books!"

In the warm room, Song Ruyan was sitting aside, holding a needle and thread in her hand, struggling with the cloth in her hand!

Why is needlework so difficult? Her hands are like dung forks...

Making clothes is much more difficult than practicing skills!

Hearing Lan Jie'er's complaint, Chu Ruohan raised her head and smiled gently.

"Sister Lan, your brother Lu is going to participate in the Autumn Examination. This is a matter of great importance to his life. We can't disturb him."

Lan Jie'er pouted and turned to Song Ruyan, pulling her sleeve and acting coquettishly: "Aunt Ruyan, can you teach me how to practice with a whip? You haven't taught me in a long time."

A trace of helplessness appeared on Song Ruyan's face. She touched Lan Jie'er's head lovingly, then looked down at her abdomen.

"Doctor Qian said that I can't use force anymore. What if I hurt my baby?"

"Oh!" Lan Jie'er sighed heavily and paced back and forth in the room, imitating the adults, looking bored.

This made Chu Ruohan and Song Ruyan both laugh.

Chu Ruohan put down the account book in her hand and waved.

"Come here, Sister Lan."

Lan Jie'er immediately ran over and threw herself into her aunt's arms.

Chu Ruohan hugged her and pointed to a small table that had been prepared beside her, on which were all the necessary pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Brother Lu is busy... and Aunt Ruyan is learning how to be a mother. Our Lan'er can't just think about playing around all the time."

She brought Lan Jie'er to the small table, helped her small body stand, picked up a thin brush specially prepared for her, and stuffed it into her chubby little hand.

"From today on, Auntie will teach you music, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Lan Jie'er looked at the white paper in front of her, then at the brush in her hand, and her little brows suddenly twisted into a knot.

"Shenmu, I don't want to learn this. I want to learn how to ride a horse and use a whip!"

"Riding a horse and using a whip allow you to protect yourself. But music, chess, calligraphy, and painting teach you how to settle your heart."

Chu Ruohan's voice was gentle but unyielding. She held Lan Jie'er's small hand, dipped it in ink, and slowly wrote the word "Jing" on the paper.

"Look," she guided Lan Jie'er's gaze, "the truths of this world are sometimes like the ink on this brush."

"If you use too much force, the ink will spread and become a mess; if you use too little force, it will appear empty and weak. Only with a calm mind and steady hand can you write with style and character."

Sister Lan blinked her big eyes, not quite understanding what she was saying.

Chu Ruohan continued softly, "In the future, you will be the mistress of the household. Managing the household affairs and dealing with people will bring you many worries. If you don't have peace of mind, how can you handle it well?"

"A woman can be unstoppable in her courage, but she must also possess the composure to remain calm even when faced with a mountain of collapse. This is your greatest support in life."

Chu Ruohan released his hand and looked at him encouragingly: "Come on, try it yourself. You don't need to write, just draw a line from one end to the other, and make sure it's straight."

Although Lan Jie'er was still a little reluctant, she looked at her aunt's serious eyes.

She still mustered up her courage and, imitating Chu Ruohan, put the pen tip to the paper.

The little wrist had no strength, and the tip of the pen trembled on the paper, leaving a crooked ink mark that looked like a wriggling worm.

"Oh!" Lan Jie'er was a little discouraged. She threw down her pen and was about to run away.

However, Chu Ruohan pulled her back and picked up the paper. Instead of scolding her, she smiled and said, "Look, isn't it already drawn?"

"Even though it's not straight now, as long as we practice every day, it will become straight and stable one day."

She asked Lan Jie'er to hold the pen again, and she sat aside, picked up the guqin, and plucked the strings casually.

A string of clear notes flowed slowly in the warm room, diluting the little girl's anxiety.

What Chu Ruohan wanted to teach her was far more than just brush and ink painting, but also the fundamentals of how a lady from an aristocratic family should conduct herself in the world.

Sister Lan will eventually get married...