The man's name was Li Haihuai. His true identity was a young marquis, but now he was a martial arts instructor at Qingshan Academy.

Li Haihuai, with a cold face, took out a small bamboo tube in his hand. "This fell from a pigeon's leg today. I'm returning it to you."

Ren Pingsheng stopped feeding the pigeons. He stroked his beard and said, "It seems this method isn't working either; the little bamboo tube will fall off."

"You're just making trouble for yourself, sending letters one minute and messages by carrier pigeon the next."

Ren Pingsheng shook his head and said, "Oh, no, no, I call this cultivating their character."

Li Haihuai pretended not to hear; he didn't have class today and was going to take a bath.

Ren Pingsheng placed the small bamboo tube on a shelf and flipped through the booklet on it. Only one person came to collect the pigeons today, and he would have to return them to that person later.

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Inside the study, Ah Li tuned her guqin, while Yang Cuie stood not far away, looking conflicted.

Ah Li ignored her, tuned her zither, and then left with the zither on her back and the rabbit she had locked in the bamboo basket.

Behind Qingshan Academy, there are several pavilions connected together, and in front of the pavilions there is a large flower bed.

Yang Cuie opened the crumpled letter in her hand. She had managed to snatch it back with great difficulty. She had met the owner of the letter before and knew his identity; he was the Crown Prince.

He admired Xiao Wanli's calligraphy and had high hopes for her talent. In his letter, he said that as long as she performed consistently, she would definitely be on the list.

The letter also said that he would go to the back mountain tomorrow, and if she was willing to meet him, she could go at a certain time. If she was too afraid to talk to him face to face, she could just look at him from afar and let him know that it was her.

Yang Cuie originally planned to go with Xiao Wanli. She would then place the reply where he could see it, so he would mistakenly believe that she was the one exchanging letters with him during this time.

As it turns out, man proposes, God disposes.

For some reason, Xiao Wanli didn't read the letter today, nor did she ask her for it. She even went to the teacher's place to try sending a letter by carrier pigeon.

What's even stranger is that she brought a rabbit from somewhere, which makes her afraid to go near it. She has a feeling that if she dares to get close, the rabbit will bite her.

Yang Cuie returned to her room, sat behind her desk, and began to grind ink and write.

But the characters she wrote were completely different from Xiao Wanli's.

So annoying!

Xiao Wanli, why have you suddenly changed!

Of course, Ahri was unaware of all this.

When she arrived at the back of the mountain, she put the rabbit aside, gave it two vegetable leaves, and began to play the zither.

The music she plays can calm people down and also reduce the original owner's "darkening" value.

The original owner of this body is now just a simple rabbit. She has forgotten her past and only remembers that she was a cute and adorable rabbit.

The music played softly and leisurely, and I could play it for an entire afternoon.

When Li Haihuai followed the sound of the zither, he saw her. He knew her; she was the most talented among the female students.

She is good-looking, has a good figure, is well-educated, and has a good temperament.

Now it seems her piano skills are even better.

When the music ended, Ali had already put his zither back on his back, picked up the little rabbit, and left.

Lowering the blackening value is never an easy task.

Li Haihuai walked into the pavilion, which was very clean.

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The next day, many people came to the back mountain.

There were many male and female students, including Yang Cuie. She was anxious and worried. Why were there so many people today? Would the Crown Prince still be able to see her?

Crown Prince Wu Ningde stood with many of his students, and he said with some worry, "Do you think that person will come today?"

"Although there's no reply and she might not come, we can recite the poems from your correspondence. If she comes, she might respond."

Li Haihuai glanced at the path behind the mountain and wondered what all those people were doing.

However, none of that mattered to him; he still needed to go to the Master's place to get some things.

After Li Haihuai left, Wu Ningde was pushed out and spoke to the female students, "Green are your robes, long is my longing."

Yang Cuie was overjoyed. She knew the poem. Just as she was about to speak, the female students next to her responded in unison: "But for your sake, I have been pondering this until now."

Wu Ningde and his students were shocked. Their female students, like them, would share their letters with friends and brainstorm ideas together.

Yang Cuie's face froze instantly. Why did they all speak at the same time?

A female student covered her mouth and chuckled, "Look, they seem to have never expected this."

Another female student chimed in, "Luckily, there are so many of us here, otherwise those people would definitely say that our female students fell in love first and made an appointment to meet someone at the back mountain."

"We don't know which one it is. If we find out, we must persuade her to focus on her studies. Romantic matters should wait until she achieves academic success."

The next second, someone looked at Yang Cuie and said, "By the way, you snatched that letter yesterday, who did you give it to?"

Yang Cuie was speechless with nervousness, and finally only managed to say, "I can't say."

"Fine, don't say it then. Anyway, we remember everyone who came here today. If anyone dares to flirt with the male students across the way and ruin the reputation of the female students, we won't stand for it."

"Hey, hey, that's not fair. As for me, I don't think studying is important. I just want to find a good-natured person in the academy, someone I can entrust my life to."

"Then you must act openly and honestly, and be responsible for your actions. You can't hide anything. If the teacher catches you in the act, don't implicate others."

"That's for sure."

"But we must also advise you, how can we women only look at the love in front of us?"

The group of female students started talking like that.

The male students opposite blushed. Who says women are inferior to men? These female students spoke even more passionately than they did.

Some of them couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Looks like we need to step up our game and not let those female students outdo us."

As they were talking, a gust of wind blew by, bringing a few fallen leaves, which seemed to add a touch of liveliness to the discussion about academics and relationships.

Yang Cuie looked at the falling leaves, feeling a mix of emotions, and some regret.

She shouldn't have put that letter among a pile of letters yesterday; she should have hidden it separately.

Just as Yang Cuie was filled with regret, one of the male students spoke up loudly: "Fellow students, why don't we make a pact! During our time at the academy, let's all focus on our studies and supervise each other. When the imperial examinations come, let's see who can come out on top! Then, we can talk about romance!"

Upon hearing this, both male and female students nodded in agreement, expressing their determination to work even harder.

The back hill was immediately filled with a positive and uplifting atmosphere.

On the other side, Ahri retrieved the small bamboo tube from the Master.

The small bamboo tube was neither received nor opened by anyone.

As it was when I was tied to a pigeon's leg, it remains the same now.