The crowd shouted and ran on tiptoe to the corner wall, craning their necks and staring intently at the scene.
As if sensing something, Xi Chenzhou stopped and glanced sideways. The soldiers shrank back in fright, suppressing their cat-like curiosity, and reluctantly scattered.
He then turned back with satisfaction and looked at the oblivious girl who was still practicing calligraphy.
Her eyes were gentle and warm.
She is really young, not just in age, but also in appearance and height. Perhaps due to poor health, she is now sixteen years old and much thinner than her peers.
Not to mention that compared to her, with her slender and graceful waist, he could almost wrap his arms around her and easily lift her up.
She was so engrossed in the calligraphy that she didn't notice the man's arrival. She practiced with such focus that she only frowned slightly and looked up when a sliver of light from the window blocked the words on the calligraphy.
"Huh? General?" She was taken aback at first, then smiled with delight. "General, when did you arrive?"
He leaned forward slightly, holding onto the window with one hand, almost as if he were about to enter her through the window: "'Thought' is meant to be subtle, but Your Majesty's stroke is too bland."
His voice was magnetic and slightly husky, seemingly sharp and cold, but deep down it was a tender and affectionate one, as deep as the sea, so intense it was intoxicating.
Two completely different feelings, yet they blended together perfectly.
The little girl smiled, her bright, round almond-shaped eyes filled with laughter. She said softly, "I'm not good at writing, I'm practicing."
The voice was soft, yet resolute.
"Practicing calligraphy takes a long time, and it's also very tiring to write well."
Her eyes crinkled into a smile: "I'm not afraid, I just want to study hard."
How do I learn it?
"I'll practice by myself."
"If you practice on your own and make a mistake, you'll end up taking a long detour."
"Then I can only practice on my own; no one will teach me."
He asked, "Why?"
The girl looked up in surprise, as if she couldn't understand why he didn't understand such a simple principle, and explained: "Because they are afraid of Yun Zong. Yun Zong won't let them teach me, so no one will dare to teach me."
The man's smile deepened: "So, it's because those people are afraid that Yun Zong can't teach His Majesty?"
“Yes,” she said with distress, “I also want to learn, not only calligraphy and painting, poetry and prose, but also martial arts and strategies, and classics and historical texts. But those who know these things are afraid of Yun Zong and dare not teach me; those who are not afraid of Yun Zong are not good at these things.”
He said, "But there is one person who knows all these things and is not afraid of being overwhelmed, and dares to teach Your Majesty."
The girl's eyes lit up with surprise, and she asked eagerly, "Who is it? I must go find him!"
He didn't answer, but instead chuckled and asked, "If Your Majesty knew who that was, would you immediately go and become their apprentice?"
"certainly!"
He laughed loudly, braced himself against the windowsill, and jumped in through the window. Amid her gasp, he reached out and put his arm around her waist, letting her lean against his chest, while holding her right hand with his other hand.
She could hear her own heart pounding, and her cheeks felt hot. Behind her was his warm chest, and his breath enveloped her, filled with a strong masculine urge to invade.
He led her, holding a pen, and on the paper, he wrote a bold, vigorous "思" (si, meaning "thinking" or "longing") character.
"Not only calligraphy, painting, poetry, and prose, but also martial arts, strategy, and classics—I am proficient in all of these. I have no fear of being overwhelmed. Your Majesty need not call me 'Master,' just call me 'Brother,' that will suffice."
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