Chapter 130 Mastering the Five Classics and the Six Arts

If so, how nice it would be if Lu Mingchao was his wife.

If that happens, he and Lu Mingchao will both become legends.

Sun Zhiye couldn't control his confused thoughts and sighed again.

Changxi Village.

The weather was warm and windy.

In recent days, the weather has been unusually mild. It is no longer as cold as the coldest days of winter. Instead, it is as warm as March after the chilly spring.

Lu Mingchao thought that maybe God knew that she was in a good mood recently because of good things happening to her.

"Ming Dynasty, raise your elbows higher. If they are too low, it will affect your archery accuracy."

There was a straw target standing by the courtyard wall. Lu Mingchao was practicing archery with a bow and arrow, while Xie Yan was giving him instructions.

Lu Mingchao followed his instructions, slightly raised his elbow, pulled the bowstring with three fingers, lightly pinched the arrow recess with two fingers, pulled the bowstring back, aimed at the straw target, and the arrow flew out.

The next moment, the arrow flew through the air and hit the straw target.

Lu Mingchao felt very frustrated as he looked at the arrow teetering on the edge of the straw target.

She was aiming at the center of the bull's eye, but her shot hit the edge of the straw target. If it had been a little off, it would have missed the target.

"Come again!"

Lu Mingchao became more and more courageous as he encountered more setbacks. He drew his bow and shot arrows again and again.

The sun gradually rose to the middle of the sky. Lu Mingchao's arms were so sore that he couldn't even lift them. He resigned himself to putting down the bow and arrow. However, when he looked at the arrow hitting the straw target with increasing accuracy, he couldn't help feeling happy and proud.

Xie Yan kneaded Lu Mingchao's shoulders and arms and said, "Take a medicinal bath before going to bed at night, and the pain will not be so obvious."

Lu Mingchao sat on the rocking chair, muttering, "Ayan, why is it so difficult to hit the bull's eye?"

Every time I aimed at the bull's eye, but every time I missed it.

Xie Yan smiled and said, "It's just that my hands are practiced."

"Being able to hit the target without missing it at the beginning shows that he has great talent."

"When I was young, I learned archery, pulling the bow 500 times a day; I learned martial arts, standing on a stake for two hours a day."

"At first, I felt it was painful and unbearable, looking forward to the night and fearing the dawn, but then I slowly began to appreciate the fun of it."

Under Xie Yan's kneading and pressing, Lu Mingchao felt drowsy.

Shu Yuan poked his head out of the window. "Daqian emphasizes that gentlemen should master the Five Classics and the Six Arts: etiquette, music, archery, defense, calligraphy, and mathematics; while women should master the Eight Arts: zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, and tea."

"Xie Yan, you teach your sister-in-law archery and riding a horse, and she herself does arithmetic with an account book every day, and borrows the Four Books and Five Classics from Lu Santu from time to time. Are you trying to cultivate a lady who is a gentleman with talent that is superior to others, who is proficient in the Four Books and Five Classics and who is proficient in the Six Arts?"

Xie Yan glanced sideways and lowered his voice, "Why not?"

Shu Yuan smiled and said, "Of course it is possible, but it is not in line with the requirements of the world."

Xie Yan's voice is clear and melodious. "The world is like this, but it doesn't mean that the world is necessarily correct."

"As for the title of gentleman, who can say that a woman cannot become a gentleman as strong and unyielding as pine, cypress and bamboo?"

"A gentleman is about character, integrity, ambition, and integrity, but it should not be about gender."

"She wants to learn, so I teach her."

"There was constant war on the northern frontier. Foreign enemies often invaded, burned, killed, and looted. I once saw that after all the strong men in a county were killed or injured, the old, weak, women, and children took pickaxes, shovels, axes, and kitchen knives to fight with the foreign enemies, exchanging their lives for their own."

"It's always good for women to learn more skills. The road you and I are going to take is extremely dangerous. Every bit of strength the Ming Dynasty can gain is a good thing."

Xie Yan's gaze inadvertently swept across Lu Mingchao, who had closed his eyes, and he couldn't help feeling a little helpless. He smiled, turned back into the house, took out a thin blanket, and gently covered Lu Mingchao with it.

Then he walked to Shu Yuan's window and continued, "Shu Yuan, you don't look like someone who follows the rules of etiquette and the ways of the world."

"These words should not come out of your mouth."

Shu Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't believe in any bullshit worldly doctrines."

"I just want to tell you that some people are just standing there like the bright moon in the night sky. You make this bright moon more and more flawless, and there will be many people who want to reach the sky to catch the bright moon."

Xie Yan frowned slightly and said, "Ming Chao said that she would only be my wife."

Shu Yuan smiled and said, "I hope you will not forget your original intention."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that the hidden guard found a portrait of my sister-in-law in Master Yuxian's study."

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be such an annoying talker.

Sun Zhiye suffered many insults at the hands of Lu Mingchao, but he still had the leisure to paint in the dead of night to express his love for him.

After hearing the news from the hidden guards, he began to suspect that Sun Zhiye was either born abnormal and had a masochistic tendency, or that he had been so severely provoked by Lu Mingchao that he had lost his mind.

Shouldn't normal people hate their enemies to the core?

What does Sun Zhiye mean by this? From hatred to love, and mutual appreciation?

Xie Yan's face darkened. "He is sick."

"If a patient gets sick, you can't blame the Ming Dynasty for it."

"Your hidden guards have time to watch Sun Zhiye painting, but no time to look for the Canghai Pearl of Sun Ershao?"

Shu Yuan's mouth twitched slightly. "You are just being angry."

A gust of wind blew, and the hair at Lu Mingchao's temples fell on his cheeks, feeling itchy.

"What anger?" Lu Mingchao rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked curiously.

Xie Yan glared at Shu Yuan and made a gesture to shut up.

Before Xie Yan could answer, Xie Jingyi came out from some corner with some dry grass hanging on her head. She walked towards Lu Mingchao on her short legs. "Mom, mom, I know."

"My uncle said that my mother is the bright moon and he wants to catch the bright moon."

"They also said that a jade statue was sick."

Lu Mingchao's eyes twitched violently, and he looked at Shu Yuan suspiciously, "Brother, are you really being treacherous and insane?"

Shu Yuan almost vomited blood.

Not to mention that he was a eunuch who had undergone purification, even if he had not undergone purification and was a completely normal man, he would not covet his brother's wife.

Shu Yuan slammed the window shut and said in a deep voice, "Xie Yan, my wife is yours, and my daughter is yours too. You can explain it yourself."

Xie Yan shook his head slightly embarrassedly, then pinched Xie Jingyi's neck with one hand, lifted Xie Jingyi up, and said loudly, "Huai Qian, Jingyi misses you and Ru'an."

Xie Yan pushed open the window of Xie Huaiqian not far away and pushed Xie Jingyi in.

A series of movements, smooth and flowing.

Then he leaned over and whispered in Lu Mingchao's ear, briefly telling him about the portrait in Sun Zhiye's study.

Lu Mingchao slapped the armrest and stood up suddenly. "No, is he sick?"

Lu Mingchao's first thought was that Sun Zhiye was sick.

We have been fighting with real swords and guns for such a long time, yet you are still dreaming of unrealistic things.

"Ah Yan, is there a possibility that he hated me so much that he painted the portrait to remind himself to remember the hatred?"

Xie Yan pursed his lips and said, "If you hate someone, you will draw their portrait, but after drawing the portrait, you will not be able to control your hatred and destroy the portrait."

She would never hide her feelings as carefully as Sun Zhiye, fearing that others might see through her feelings.

Lu Mingchao said in a deep voice, "Then you are definitely sick."

It's a bit schizophrenic.

When he attacked her, he was ruthless and merciless, hoping to make her sick while she was ill.

If it weren't for her quick thinking, the grave would have been overgrown with grass.

When it is late at night and everyone is asleep, he spreads out paper and starts painting.

If this isn't a disease, then what is it?

Summon him to court