I've found a teacher at the Guan family's calligraphy school. Once I've learned all the characters and the basic concepts in the book, my husband will understand what I want to say, and we'll have something in common. Will that prevent him from divorcing me?
I'm so happy my husband is back for dinner, but I think I'm sitting in the wrong place. I'm sorry, my husband, I thought you'd like me if I cooked it the same way I do at home...
Nanzhi carefully hid the book filled with her innermost thoughts, looked at the night sky outside, and saw that the night was growing deeper.
Is the general still in his study? Is he not sleeping comfortably?
Unable to sleep, she got up, rummaged through the cabinet, found the general's cloak, lit a lamp, and went to the study.
The general was indeed in his study.
He had already fallen asleep, his head resting on his arm on the desk.
Nanzhi draped the cloak over him.
His eyes were closed, and his cold, hard features softened slightly in the candlelight.
Nanzhi couldn't resist touching his beard.
It's soft, fluffy, and quite fun.
He must be a handsome man if he shaved his beard.
Thinking this, the candle flame was suddenly blown about and was about to tip over and ignite the books on the table. Nanzhi quickly reached out and caught the candlestick.
Mu Yao was awakened by the noise.
Actually, he was awake when Nan Zhi came in.
If he, as a military general, didn't have this much keen insight, he would have died a hundred times over.
The reason I didn't wake up was so I could see what she was up to.
Who would have thought she would dare to touch his beard!
And now...
He opened his eyes and saw Nanzhi catching the candlestick.
The candle was still burning, and the scalding wax dripped onto her palms, burning her fair skin bright red.
Even so, she still didn't let go. After stabilizing the candlestick, her first action wasn't to deal with her hands, but to look at the books on the table.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the book was alright, and then looked down at her scalded hand.
It's so delicate; just a few drops of candle wax and it's already formed blisters.
However, the thought that she was doing this to protect his book stirred something within Mu Yao that he himself was unaware of.
Seeing that she hadn't noticed him, Mu Yao frowned and gently blew on his palm a few times. Then, as if nothing had happened, he looked up at Mu Yao.
Noticing her looking over, Mu Yao didn't know what he was thinking for a moment, but he subconsciously closed his eyes.
Seeing that Mu Yao had not woken up, Nan Zhi carefully moved a stool, sat down by the candlestick, and guarded the candle flame to prevent it from going out.
She was very quiet and didn't disturb anyone.
Yet its presence is so strong that it's impossible to ignore.
Mu Yao opened his eyes and saw her yawning, carefully protecting the candle flame. He couldn't help but think, how could there be such a foolish woman in the world?
He stood up, his cloak slipping off and piling onto the chair. He asked deliberately, "What are you doing here?"
Nan Zhi was startled and turned to look at him. She instinctively opened her mouth, but realizing she couldn't speak, she gestured with her hands.
Mu Yao knew exactly why she had come.
He pretended not to understand, walked over, and looked down at her petite figure. "Do you know that by trespassing into my study like this, I can treat you as a spy from an enemy country, throw you in jail, and torture you severely?"
Nanzhi was startled and her face turned pale. She panicked, stepped forward, took his hand, and began to write.
No, I only love you.
"loyalty?"
Looking at the misspelled character, Mu Yao couldn't help but let out a haughty laugh. "I have fought across three thousand miles, and my sword has been worth a million soldiers. Why should you worry about me?"
But Jiang Jun also cries, and feels pain.
Looking at the words the girl had written on her palm, Mu Yao's expression gradually calmed down.
He grew up under his father's strict discipline.
Over the years, he has been virtually invincible.
Everyone thought he was the most powerful and the most tenacious.
No one has ever cared whether he is tired or in pain.
"How can a real man complain of being tired or in pain?" he said nonchalantly. "You can leave now, don't bother me here."
After bowing to him, Namgyal turned and left.
She returned to her room and wrote in the book—
My husband loves books, and I want to protect them.
My husband must also feel pain and tears.
She drew a little hugging emoji on the back.
Finally, she hugged the book tenderly and pressed her face against it.
Nanzhi didn't treat the blisters on her hands and just went to sleep.
When Mu Yao came back the next morning to change his clothes, he saw her curled up in the blankets like a tiny ball.
Even though the bed was large, she still left a lot of empty space, whether for him or because she was used to sleeping in the corner, it was hard to tell.
Mu Yao had no time to worry about these things. As he changed his clothes and was about to go out to court, he noticed her hand outside the window.
He glanced back and saw that the blisters on her palms hadn't been treated yet; they were glistening and full of water.
He frowned.
How can this person be so stupid?
Why don't you call a maid?
But then he realized she couldn't speak, and Mu Yao's eyes narrowed slightly.
Having marched for many years and seen countless pitiful people, his heart had long been forged into an impenetrable fortress, and he would not easily pity anyone.
The only thing he could do was wage war to bring peace to the country and ensure the well-being of the people.
Compared to those people who are starving, she is indeed not pitiful.
However, remembering that she had done it to protect his book last night, he still asked Jingmo to handle it for her when he left.
When Jingmo entered, Nanzhi was already awake.
Jingmo glanced at the blisters on her hand and sneered, "Just a few little blisters, why are you so delicate, young mistress?"
Nan Zhi pursed her lips.
Silently sitting in front of the dressing table, she picked up a hairpin and compared it to her hair. Through the bronze mirror, she looked at Nanzhi with disdain.
"The young mistress wiped the whole room with a rag, and the blisters naturally disappeared."
Nan Zhi didn't move, and Jing Mo directly brought over a basin of water and placed it in front of her, "Hurry up and wipe, or I'll beat you to death."
Nanzhi remained unmoved.
Jingmo got angry and stepped forward, raising his hand to hit Nanzhi, when suddenly a sound came from outside.
"Is the young mistress here?"
Autumn frost has arrived.
Jingmo quickly composed herself, pulled Nanzhi in front of the dressing mirror, and began to comb her hair.
When Qiu Shuang came in, Jing Mo was smiling and praising Nan Zhi: "Young Madam's skin is so fair, this jade hairpin really suits you."
Qiu Shuang glanced at the dressing table, where the box contained the jewelry that Madam Mu had bestowed upon Nan Zhi.
Nanzhi was still wearing the jade bracelet that her wife had given her.
She smiled with satisfaction and walked over.
Upon seeing her, Jingmo exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Qiushuang, what brings you here?"
"Madam said that the young mistress is too thin and would suffer if she were to become pregnant, so she specifically asked me to come and invite the young mistress over. She has invited a famous doctor to examine the young mistress and prescribe some nourishing medicine."
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