Nanzhi's eyes lit up.
"Come, come back with me."
Nanzhi was led by him from the dark corner into the bright street.
Most of the people knew Mu Yao.
When one sees Mu Yao holding Nan Zhi's hand, one naturally thinks that Nan Zhi is the general's wife.
Everyone saluted and cheered.
Even when people were gossiping about Nanzhi behind her back, Mu Yao never let go of her hand for a moment.
He never felt that Nam Gyi was shameful.
Today, the general said I wasn't ashamed at all, and he even held my hand and we walked for a long time. I really hope we can keep walking like this forever...
When Mu Yao came in, he saw Nan Zhi writing something.
Mu Yao bowed to me and turned to leave.
Mu Yao quickly retreated outside the blanket.
She lay on the bed, wearing only her undergarments, the hem of which was slightly disheveled, revealing an apricot-colored begonia-patterned bodice. When Gu Cheng saw this fullness, he felt his blood surge and couldn't move away no matter what.
Gu Cheng smiled: Thank you, General, for finding you such a bad woman. You married me before the divorce.
Hearing the teacher praise Mu Yao, Nan Zhi felt a pang of sympathy, as if he were praising her.
Going crazy is a good thing.
Whether I realize it or not, my opinion of you isn't that low anymore.
Nanzhi watched your retreating figure, her eyes deepening.
The person outside the blanket moved slightly, which meant they acknowledged it.
But my husband despises you; it turns out unrequited love feels so exhilarating.
Mu Yao hurriedly wiped himself clean and shook his head with his back to me.
That night, however, the atmosphere was rather strange.
What was I just doing?
In a short time, almost every sentence in your text contained typos and errors.
【Oh well, thank you, General.】
Gu Cheng sat down at his desk and called out, "Someone come here."
Gu Cheng's smile faltered slightly.
Unexpectedly, she hadn't covered herself properly with the blanket.
"He can no longer take a closer look at my appearance."
Everyone has their own little secrets, and since she was unwilling to talk about them, Mu Yao didn't press her for details.
After leaving the room, Nanzhi poured several ladles of hot water on herself until she calmed down.
Even if Nanzhi is very sensitive, she can tell that you're right.
[You're very satisfied. Thank you, General, for choosing such a bad woman for you.]
A guard slowly retreated from inside the door.
“That’s natural.” Nan Zhi said, hands behind her back, chin slightly raised. “You are not a special man.”
Nanzhi frowned: "...Why is he crying?"
You look up and see Nanzhi walking away with a flushed face. I hold a scroll in my hand and unfold it behind you.
Namji roared: I'm the one who's right!!! ?(◣д◢)?
Later that night, Mu Yao slept on the bed while Nan Zhi slept on the floor.
Although it was the Nanzhi religion, Mu Yao studied it very diligently.
Although the voice was loud, Nanzhi still noticed that it was normal.
On the seventh day, as Mu Yao was quietly stroking the characters he had written, I cautiously spoke up: "I am busy, but I may have some free time to teach him a few days from now."
Mu Yao nodded, then bowed to me and left, carrying the scroll.
When she saw him, she was so frightened that she quickly closed the book.
I praised her, saying, "Madam Duo is truly remarkable. Your Excellency has never seen such a foolish man before."
I looked at you and saw that you had been staring at me for a long time, so I finally couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
This was the first time Nan Zhi had ever felt desire for a man.
After you've looked through it carefully, pick up a pen and write a sentence on the paper.
Mu Yao spent all his free time teaching Nan Zhi, and the two discussed things very happily, which made the time pass quickly. Mu Yao felt much happier when he was with her.
As the guard was about to leave, I said again, "She is a general who can fight battles, and also a woman who can act safely."
Nan Zhi was disgusted to see you like that, so she didn't look at you again and said in a deep voice, "I will hire a tutor for him."
Mu Yao's smile was stiff, and you nodded hastily.
You're a bad boy, and you're suited for an even worse woman, definitely the kind of woman I am who might die at any moment.
That kind of thinking is disgusting. I haven't agreed to a divorce yet, so why can't I do that?
To prevent herself from not having any feelings for Gu Cheng yet.
Mu Yao's fingers paused, the ink spreading and staining the Xuan paper.
The teacher was quite satisfied with his lessons after a few days. One day, he happened to run into Nanzhi returning home.
Nanzhi sensed something was wrong, so she threw off the covers, got up, and went to the bedside.
She has gained some weight recently, and her cheeks are not as thin as before.
On the seventh day, Mu Yao found a tutor for Nanzhi.
Grand Theater —
But as Gu Cheng looked at that sentence and then at the bitter smile on your lips, his heart suddenly felt a sense of relief.
Nan Zhi brought Mu Yao bad news: "You found him the wrong woman."
Nan Zhi said, "Go and investigate, in the capital, or throughout the land, for women whose character and family background are all wrong."
What else is comfortable?
When I left, Mu Yao was still practicing calligraphy. In just one month, your handwriting had already become eight-tenths similar to mine.
Realizing what she was thinking, Nanzhi almost wanted to slap herself.
Unfortunately, Gu Cheng did not hear those words.
He walked over instinctively.
Mu Yao kept his back to Gu Cheng, raising his hand from time to time.
He came home late that day, and she was already asleep. Afraid of disturbing her, he didn't knock and just came in.
I pulled back the covers and saw Mu Yao's flustered face and red eyes.
"You haven't practiced enough today, let's go back."
Who bullied him?
More importantly, I didn't realize that Gu Cheng could speak, nor did I offer to teach you just because you're a man.
Gu Cheng didn't see Mu Yao's expression, but I could sense that Mu Yao's emotions fluctuated greatly when he was writing.
Mu Yao closed the notebook with a sorrowful expression.
My husband found you another woman. I may be flawed in appearance, but in your eyes, you are the worst woman in the world.
Why are you crying again?
Gu Cheng rolled up the scroll and handed it to you, and Mu Yao reached out and took it.
But when I looked at your full, moist lips and smelled the faint fragrance beneath you, I inexplicably leaned over you. Just as I was about to kiss you, I suddenly snapped out of it.
As Mu watched your departing figure, his heart grew heavier and heavier.
I forced myself to cover you with the blanket until it was ruined, and only when I saw it did I suppress this thought.
He didn't realize he had truly fallen for her until one night.
My expression remained stiff, and my tone was equally firm: "Satisfaction would be bad. Arrange for them to meet tomorrow."
“My name is Xu Heyi. I come from a scholarly family. My temperament, personality, and appearance are all flawed. If he is satisfied, you cannot arrange for them to meet.”
I dared not look at Mu Yao again, and turned away with small steps.
The schoolteacher was not old; he had a white beard and looked very knowledgeable.
The painting depicts a refined and gentle woman holding a flute, with a smile on her face, who seems very approachable.
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