Chapter 595 Qian Gun Gun, you are so nice to me!

The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight filtered through the window lattice, casting mottled silver light on the desk.

Chu Ruohan had already returned to her room to rest before she finished copying the text a hundred times today.

Gu Qingchen lay on the table, his eyelids felt heavy as if two weights were hanging on them. The brush in his hand had long since lost its control, leaving one ink dot after another on the rice paper.

She yawned, rubbed her sore eyes, and muttered softly, "I shouldn't have tried to be a hero earlier. This 'Women's Training' is so much of a copycat that it's going to make me stupid."

Just as she was dozing off, a slight rustling sound came from outside the window.

Gu Qingchen woke up instantly and his ears pricked up alertly.

She held her breath and quietly turned her head, only to see that the window had been gently pushed open a crack from the outside, and a dark shadow was clumsily climbing in.

There's a thief!

Alarm bells rang in her mind. She slid down the chair silently, picked up the heaviest inkstone on the table, hunched over, and moved towards the window step by step.

I saw that the black shadow had already stepped forward and was about to turn over and land on the ground.

Gu Qingchen seized the opportunity, raised the inkstone and smashed it down!

"Ouch! Ouch! Stop hitting me, it's me!" A familiar voice with a crying tone sounded.

Gu Qingchen paused, and the inkstone hung in mid-air. She took a closer look in the moonlight, and saw that the shadow was none other than Qian Zhenyun.

He covered his head which was hit by the window frame with one hand, and rubbed his shoulder which was almost hit with the other hand, grimacing in pain.

"GongGong?" Gu Qingchen was surprised and delighted. He quickly dropped the inkstone and helped him down from the windowsill. "Why are you here?"

After Qian Zhenyun stood firm, he ignored the pain and carefully took out a small package wrapped in a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Gu Qingchen: "Sister, I brought this for you. You were locked up in the room and couldn't go out, so you must be craving it."

Gu Qingchen opened the handkerchief curiously, and saw a few pieces of osmanthus cake and some of her favorite candied fruits inside.

Next to the pastries, there was a small cage made of grass leaves, with a green katydid chirping inside.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and all the grievances she had suffered during the day and the boredom of copying books disappeared, leaving only a heart full of emotion.

"Qian GunGun, you are so nice to me!" Gu Qingchen hugged Qian Zhenyun and kissed him hard on his chubby face.

The warm and soft touch made Qian Zhenyun freeze instantly. His face flushed all the way to his ears, and he stammered, "Um, sister, men and women shouldn't touch each other..."

"What's the point of kissing or not!" Gu Qingchen didn't understand at all. He just thought he was talking about some book theory again, and patted his back generously, "I love rolling the ball the most!"

Qian Zhenyun: “…”

It seems that my sister hasn't learned any of these rules.

He took out a thin little notebook from his arms and stuffed it into Gu Qingchen's hand.

"Sister, this is my copy of 'Women's Instructions'. Don't worry, I copied it based on your usual handwriting. Hand it in, and Auntie won't be able to tell."

Gu Qingchen took the notebook and opened it. The handwriting was crooked, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, and it was about 70% similar to the handwriting he wrote every day. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell the difference at all.

She raised her head in shock and looked at the little fat man in front of her with a serious face and sweat on the tip of his nose.

"Go away," Gu Qingchen's voice trembled slightly, his eyes full of admiration. "My admiration for you is simply beyond words!"

Qian Zhenyun felt a little embarrassed by her praise, his cheeks turned even redder, and he scratched his head: "I, I'm just worried that you're too tired, sister."

Gu Qingchen felt warm and soft in her heart. She pulled Qian Zhenyun to sit on her embroidered cushion and pushed the osmanthus cake in front of him.

"Eat something quickly. You must be hungry since you climbed over the wall so late at night."

Qian Zhenyun quickly waved his hands: "No, no, this is for you."

"Eat it just as I tell you to!" Gu Qingchen didn't allow any explanation and picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Qian Zhenyun choked and had to chew it in small bites. The sweet fragrance of osmanthus spread in his mouth, diluting some of the coolness of the night.

Gu Qingchen also picked up a piece of candied fruit and ate it while whispering, "Your mother didn't punish you today, did she? I saw you standing in horse stance during the day, and your face turned pale."

Qian Zhenyun's face immediately fell when he mentioned this. He rubbed his thigh and said with a bitter face, "I was punished. I had to do an extra set of boxing today. My mother said my movements were not in place, so she made me squat for another half an hour. Sister, my legs are no longer my own now."

Gu Qingchen looked at his pitiful appearance, feeling both distressed and amused.

She reached out and poked Qian Zhenyun's arm: "Aunt Song is really something, you are not cut out for martial arts. When I get out, I'll tell her to stop forcing you."

"You should take care of yourself first." Qian Zhenyun whispered, "I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is also imprisoned in the Eastern Palace and can't even leave the courtyard. I heard that his wrists are swollen from copying books every day."

Upon hearing this, Gu Qingchen paused from chewing the candied fruit.

Even the prince is like this, it seems that this time he has really made a big mess.

She felt a little timid in her heart, but she still refused to show weakness: "It's what he deserves. It's his fault for insisting on following me out."

Qian Zhenyun looked at her pretending to be strong and knew that she must be feeling bad too.

He fumbled in his arms again and took out a small bamboo dragonfly like a magic trick: "Sister, if you are bored, play with this."

Gu Qingchen took the bamboo dragonfly and rubbed it lightly with his fingers. The bamboo dragonfly then flew up with a buzz, circled in the dim candlelight, and landed gently on the desk.

Just then, there were light footsteps in the yard, accompanied by the voice of the maid Haitang.

"Miss, are you asleep? Madam asked me to come and see if you have put out your candle."

Gu Qingchen and Qian Zhenyun's expressions changed instantly.

"Hurry! Hide!" Gu Qingchen hurriedly swept the cakes and bamboo helicopter on the table into the drawer, and pushed Qian Zhenyun behind the half-person-high embroidered screen in the corner of the room.

Qian Zhenyun was also very frightened. He rolled and crawled back inside, not daring to breathe.

Gu Qingchen took a deep breath, quickly climbed onto the bed, pulled the quilt over himself, and then called out in a sleepy voice, "Sister Haitang, I'm already asleep. I'll blow out the candles now."

After she finished speaking, she leaned out and blew out the candle on the table in one breath.

The room instantly fell into darkness, with only the thin moonlight coming in through the window.

The footsteps outside the door paused for a moment, as if confirming the movement in the room.

After a while, Haitang responded: "Then Miss, please rest early."

The footsteps gradually faded away until they could no longer be heard.

Gu Qingchen finally breathed a sigh of relief and slid down from the bed. She groped her way behind the screen and whispered, "GongGong, it's okay, she's gone."

Qian Zhenyun poked his head out from behind the screen and patted his chest with lingering fear: "I was scared to death."

"Alright, hurry up and leave," Gu Qingchen urged. "If you stay any longer and my mother finds out, your legs will really be broken."

Qian Zhenyun also knew that he couldn't stay for long. He nodded, crouched down and walked to the window. Before climbing out, he turned back, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "I'll bring it back to you tomorrow..."

"Yeah, okay!"

With Qian Gungun's help, Gu Qingchen felt that he was fine again, and climbed onto the bed with the osmanthus cake in his mouth...