Zhao Yiming went to bed early last night. After a good sleep, his tired body recovered completely.
He got up early the next morning and did a set of boxing in the yard. After sweating, he felt refreshed all over.
Seeing that the sky was already bright, he went into the house, took a box, packed up his things, and went to find Tian An.
Tian An, who was forcibly pulled out of bed by Xiangtao, couldn't help rubbing his eyes and yawning until he arrived at the martial arts field.
When Zhao Yiming saw her coming, he handed the box in his hand to Xiangtao, and then pulled Tian An to warm up briefly and start boxing.
Tian An was very sleepy at first, but after practicing for a while and sweating, she became more energetic. By the time she finished a set of boxing, she was completely awake.
After Zhao Yiming retracted his fist, he asked Xiangtao to give the box to Tian An.
Tian An opened the box and saw a long silver whip lying quietly inside.
"When did you buy it?" Tian An picked up the whip happily and couldn't help waving it twice in the air.
The whip brought up a sharp gust of wind, which made a clattering sound in the air, like a silver snake winding through bamboo.
Just two gentle swings were enough to produce such power that Tian An simply couldn't let it go. He played with it vigorously for a long time before stopping with a feeling of being unsatisfied.
"This whip can amplify the strength of the person holding it, achieving twice the result with half the effort. It's perfect for self-defense for girls like us who are naturally weak.
Listening to Tian An's endless praise for the silver whip in his hand, Zhao Yiming couldn't help but smile, "Do you like it?"
This whip looks light and compact, but it has extremely strong explosive power and penetrating power. Tian An really likes it and nods repeatedly. "Where did you get such a treasure?"
Zhao Yiming didn't say where the whip came from, he just said, "As long as you like it." It was worth it that he let Jingyu and the others collect materials for so long and waited for so long, and it was not until today that it was customized.
Tian An cracked the whip again before turning to Zhao Yiming and saying, "What are your plans for today?"
Zhao Yiming thought about it and said, "I have to go to the Anguo Mansion later. I guess the Duke and Mr. Han are already waiting for me."
"Okay! Then I'll go with you. It's been a while since I've been to my uncle's house to see my grandmother."
The two hit it off immediately and were just about to go back to pack up and go out when they saw Xiaokang running towards them with a thick stack of papers.
"Wait, wait for me." Xiaokang was running out of breath. He was afraid that Tian An and the others would leave and he would have to chase them, so he spoke hurriedly.
When the two men saw him coming over, they stopped and waited for him.
Xiaokang didn't sleep all night and only finished copying the papers a thousand times at dawn. When he heard that Zhao Yiming and Tian An were here, he picked up the papers and ran over there without saying a word.
When he finally arrived, he was already exhausted and out of breath. He could only lean on his knees and take a few deep breaths before he slowly recovered.
But when he stood up, he scared Tian An, "What were you doing last night? Why do you look so haggard?"
Not to mention the black bruise under his eye, his cheeks were pale and bloodless, his lips were dry and even cracked, his eyelids were drooping, and his whole body looked listless, as if his energy had been sucked away by a demon.
If Tian An didn't believe in his brother's character, he would have thought that he was overindulging himself.
Even Zhao Yiming was shocked by Xiaokang's expression. "Even if he copied books all night, he shouldn't be like this!"
During this period, he often read and studied all night long, sometimes even for several nights without sleep, but at most the dark circles under his eyes remained and his skin became rough and sallow.
This kid became like this after just one night. It's obviously abnormal. Could he be poisoned?
Just when Zhao Yiming was about to ask Tian An to check his pulse, Xiaokang told the two of them the whole story with tears in his eyes.
"If it was just copying a book, of course it wouldn't be like this..."
It was all his fault for being stubborn and forcing himself to eat the bowl of sweet rice dumpling soup that Yaoyao brought him.
After Xiaoqi took the bowl and left, he began to feel uncomfortable in his stomach in less than half an hour.
Then I had diarrhea and had to endure the pain of copying books. I tossed and turned all night and didn't feel better until dawn.
Xiaokang finished speaking, pulled Tian An and looked at her with hope, "Sister, you have to make more delicious food for me today to nourish me. I almost didn't see you!"
Zhao Yiming twitched his lips. Although he sympathized with Xiaokang's situation, he still cruelly pulled away the claws that were holding Tian An's arm: "If you want to eat, ask the cook. Does your sister cook for you?"
Xiaokang didn't dare to refute Zhao Yiming. He could only look at Tian An silently with wet and haggard eyes, feeling aggrieved.
Tian Anyu felt sorry for him, but she didn't have time at the moment, so she could only say, "I'm going to the Duke's Mansion soon. Go to the kitchen first and ask them to make you some stomach-nourishing porridge. I'll come back in the evening and make you something delicious."
Hearing that Tian An would not be able to cook for her until the evening, although she felt a little disappointed, her wounded heart finally found some comfort, and she urged, "Then sister, you must come back early!"
Without giving Xiaokang a chance to speak, Zhao Yiming pulled Tian An away.
Seeing the two of them about to leave, Xiaokang suddenly said, "Sister and brother-in-law, don't tell Yaoyao that I have diarrhea.
It was her first time in the kitchen, so it's understandable that she didn't cook well. If you tell her, it might hurt her self-esteem."
Tian An heard this and turned around and said, "Don't worry! You don't care, and I'm not a nagging sister."
Zhao Yiming also waved his hand to indicate that he would not say more, but turned around and suggested to Tian An: "You'd better prepare some stomach conditioning medicine at any time. I think today's matter is just the beginning."
Tian An: “…”
Xiaokang stared blankly at the two people walking away hand in hand, then looked at Zhao Yiming in his hand, who hadn't even turned the page a thousand times, and said, "One day without seeing you feels like three years."
He sighed, threw a stack of papers into Pingxing's arms behind him, and said, "Let's go! Let's go to the kitchen and wait. I'm starving."
Pingxing looked at the paper in his hand and couldn't help asking, "Master, why didn't your uncle check it? If you had known this would happen, you would have copied less!"
Xiaokang walked slowly forward, raised his middle finger and shook it backwards, then said, "No, Brother Yiming checked it a long time ago. He's copied more books than I've eaten. To tell if the quantity is enough, just look at the thickness of the paper."
Pingxing stared blankly at the pile of papers in his hand. When he looked up again, his eyes were full of admiration for Zhao Yiming, "Son-in-law is really amazing."
When Xiaokang heard this, he also raised his chin proudly: "Needless to say, if you are not capable, how can you be my brother-in-law?"
Pingxing nodded repeatedly and said, "Young Master is also very powerful."
Xiaokang's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace to the kitchen.
But when he arrived at the kitchen, he saw Yaoyao cooking porridge with her sleeves on, and he was so scared that he almost flew off the spot.
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