136. The authority from older siblings

The second brother lay down silently again: "Let's use a sword. A true hero should use a sword!"

He entertained himself for a while, and before he knew it, he had eaten all the food in the box by himself.

The second brother glanced outside with a grin and noticed that the moon was already high in the sky.

His smile froze instantly.

"Oh no!" He suddenly woke up with a start, scrambling to his feet. "My older brother is coming back!"

He rushed to the desk in a panic, but accidentally stepped on his own belt. He tried to stand up by grabbing the desk, but to no avail. Instead, he knocked a lot of things off the desk and fell on his backside.

"Ouch..." He rubbed his bottom and got up, realizing something was terribly wrong!

When he fell, he accidentally messed up all the books on the desk.

Even more terrifying was that his little hands, covered in sugar stains and pastry crumbs, evenly wiped over Jin Qizhi's most treasured books!

"It's all over, it's all over..." The second brother was so anxious that he jumped up and down and quickly wiped his face with his sleeve.

The more you wiped, the dirtier it got, and a large patch of sticky sugar stains spread across the pages.

"Ahhh!" He frantically rummaged through the drawers, trying to hide the dirty books.

However, things didn't go as planned, and footsteps were heard coming from the courtyard.

The second brother was so frightened that he panicked even more, which only made things worse, and he accidentally spilled the ink.

Dark ink dripped down the edge of the table, landing right on the paper he had just copied.

"Gold! Gift! Of! "

The voice was extremely angry.

The second brother froze, slowly turned around, his body stained with ink, his clothes covered in crumbs, and he was clutching a dirty book in his hand.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "B-Big brother...can I say this was an accident?"

Holding the bewildered little dumpling, Jin Qizhi looked at the mess in the room and was so angry that the veins on her forehead throbbed: "You're finished!"

Jin Qizhi took a deep breath and put his younger sister down first: "Be good, little sister, go find your mother first."

He rolled up his sleeves: "My brother needs to have a serious talk with him."

The little dumpling tilted its head, looked at its older brother, then at its second older brother: "But..."

The second brother was on the verge of tears: "Little sister, don't say 'but' anymore! Please save your second brother!"

Jin Qizhi pulled a slender willow twig from the bookshelf and flicked it twice in the air.

Upon seeing the familiar props and hearing the familiar voices, the second brother jumped up in surprise.

The memory of being severely punished by his older brother and turned into a spinning top resurfaced.

The little dumpling remembered too, and covered her face in horror: Oh no, my second brother is going to get beaten up again and cry loudly!

"Big brother! Big brother, I was wrong!" The second brother rushed forward, knelt down smoothly, and hugged Jin Qizhi's leg tightly. "I will never dare to do it again! I swear!"

Seeing this, the little dumpling, determined to save her second brother from getting a spanking, immediately imitated him, rushing over to hug Jin Qizhi's other leg and mimicking in a childish voice, "Big brother! Big brother, I was wrong~"

If we were to describe Jin Qizhi's anger when his second brother grabbed his leg.

But for a moment, he was stunned when the little dumpling rushed over and knelt down.

"Get up first, little sister, why are you imitating him? Don't imitate him." He quickly helped the little girl up.

Seeing this, the second brother immediately intensified his offensive, rubbing his face against Jin Qizhi's robes: "Big brother~ I'll grind ink for you for a month! No, three months! Please! Forgive me this time!"

Jin Qizhi looked down at his snow-white robes, which were now stained black and white, and the veins on his forehead throbbed: "Jin Lizhi!"

"Here!" The second brother immediately straightened his back.

Jin Qizhi took a deep breath and looked down at him.

The second brother immediately squeezed his face to make a pitiful look.

Jin Qizhi paused for a moment, then slammed the willow branch on the table: "Finish copying the book within two days, and clean up any soiled pages. Otherwise..."

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" The second brother immediately raised his hand and swore an oath.

"And another thing," Jin Qizhi added, "you can forget about going out to play these next two days. Stay home and reflect on your actions."

The second brother's face immediately fell: "Ah? But..."

But they had agreed to bring the sisters from the Duke of Anguo's mansion to the palace for a visit.

"Hmm?" Jin Qizhi glanced over.

"N-nothing..." The second brother hung his head dejectedly.

The little boy clung to Jin Qizhi and whispered, "Big brother, second brother is so pitiful..."

But Jin Qizhi felt that the punishment was not severe at all.

-

The next day after school, Xiao Tuanzi went to the Duke of Anguo's mansion.

Today is the day to invite Lin Lingrong and Lin Fuman to the palace.

From afar, the little girl saw Lin Lingrong sitting upright at the stone table, holding Lin Fuman's hand and teaching her to write characters stroke by stroke.

"Big sister! Sister Fufu!" The little dumpling ran over with her short legs.

Lin Lingrong looked up and saw her, then gently waved: "Your arrival is just in time, Princess. Let's practice calligraphy together."

He then pulled her to sit down next to him.

"Eh? But..." Just as the little dumpling was about to raise her hand to indicate that she had just returned from studying at the Wenhua Hall, Lin Lingrong shoved a calligraphy brush into her hand without saying a word.

Lin Fu, standing to the side, held up her ink-stained hand with a pained expression: "Little Moon, save me! My sister has been making me write for an hour..."

The little dumpling peeked over and saw that the Xuan paper in front of Lin Fuman was covered with crooked and messy characters.

She recognized a few characters from the clump of words: "天地玄黄" (Heaven and Earth, Black and Yellow).

It seems that it was copied from the "Thousand Character Classic".

The little girl looked again and found that some words were even blurred into a blob of ink. She frowned, feeling a sense of empathy.

Just like when she first learned to write!

"Alright, now that you have someone with you, keep writing," Lin Fuman urged them to begin.

“But…” The little dumpling, who didn’t want to study, tried to speak, but Lin Fu quickly opened a book in front of her and patted her on the shoulder encouragingly.

"Your Highness, you can do it," Lin Lingrong said.

"...The moon...is not very good."

"Keep your wrist steady," Lin Lingrong patiently corrected Lin Fuman's posture and helped the little girl lay out the paper. "Come on, let's write together. Princess, be diligent, let's begin."

"Waaah..."

My older sister is just like the Grand Tutor.

The little dumpling started struggling with the calligraphy brush with a worried look on her face, occasionally stealing a glance at her older sister Fufu next to her.

Lin Fuman's handwriting was crooked and messy, and several characters were even blurred into black blobs.

The more she wrote, the more furious she became: "Damn it! A mere calligraphy brush! I refuse to believe it!"

She rolled up her sleeves, striking a pose of commanding authority, and with a forceful flick, accidentally splashed ink from the pen tip onto her own face and the little dumpling next to her.

"ah!"

"Huh?!"

"Huh?"

Lin Lingrong leaned back in time to dodge, while the two remaining kittens looked at each other, then burst out laughing at the same time.

Lin Lingrong shook her head helplessly, took out a handkerchief and wiped their faces one by one: "You two..."

She wet the handkerchief and first wiped the ink off the little dumpling's face.

The little dumpling had chubby cheeks and was being wiped so much that it was tilting and swaying its head back and forth.

After finally wiping it clean, Lin Lingrong had just admired her now clean and white little dumpling for a while when she turned her head and saw Lin Fuman wiping her face with a handkerchief, spreading the ink stains evenly.

She seemed to think she had cleaned it up, and smiled at her with her evenly dark face, her teeth shining white against her dark skin: "Don't worry, I've cleaned it up!"

"...I'm afraid not."