"Why would my elder sister invite dancers and entertainers over for no reason?" Gu Nansheng asked, puzzled. "Could it be that my elder sister wants to see a dance?"
Although my eldest sister is usually a bit impulsive in her actions, she has never done anything like this before.
"It must be because my brother-in-law wasn't in a good mood at the auction, and there happened to be a dance performance by 'Listen to the Wind' today, so my elder sister did this," Gu Nanyu thought quickly and came to this conclusion.
Gu Nanyu was just telling Wen Shiyi that if he had time in the future, he would take her to listen to the wind and enjoy music together.
“That’s right.” Meng Zhaojun nodded.
"Has the identities of my elder sister and brother-in-law been exposed?" Gu Xingxiao could think of it, but Gu Nanyu and Gu Nansheng naturally wouldn't reveal it either.
"Master Sui is at the auction today," Meng Zhaojun said, only this one sentence.
The Meng family was, after all, one of the families in the Elders' Council. Meng Zhaojun used strong and ruthless methods to eliminate the collateral branches of the Meng family, firmly grasping the Meng family in her hands. Naturally, she also took back all the Meng family's various forces.
The two brothers understood instantly.
Given Wei Sheng's abilities, it's not surprising that he could guess it.
After all, he was once one of the two stars of the capital.
"Eldest sister and brother-in-law shouldn't have any place to expose themselves, so how did Second Master Sui know?" Gu Nansheng asked, puzzled. There was still a fake eldest son and Fifth Master Shen's wife back in the Empire.
"When the Lord went to the top floor of the theater, Master Sui gave him a dried flower. There was something in the dried flower that made the Lord sure to bring him to Fuyun Island in person."
"Something?" Gu Nanyu couldn't imagine what could possibly make his elder sister react like this. "Sister Zhaojun, do you know what it is?"
"I don't know." Meng Zhaojun's answer was as concise as ever. "I have conveyed the Lord's message, so I will take my leave now."
"Take care, Sister Zhaojun." Gu Nanyu and Gu Nansheng watched Meng Zhaojun leave.
The two brothers looked at each other, speechless.
Who is she?
"What...what did you mean just now?"
Wen Shiyi still preferred to speak briefly, tilting her head to look out the door.
Gu Nanyu turned to look at Wen Shiyi, his gaze somewhat complicated, "She is my elder sister's steward."
Wen Shiyi still remembered the woman who had brought her back, who looked aloof and noble. "A good person, elder sister, a very good person."
Gu Nanyu walked over and ruffled Wen Shiyi's hair. "Yes, your elder sister is indeed a very good person."
"Someone wants to see you tonight, do you want to go?" Gu Nanyu knew that Wen Shiyin must be eager to see her sister right now.
But compared to Wen Shiyin, whom he had never met, he cared more about the thoughts of the little fool in front of him.
"Sister?" Wen Shiyin was already somewhat unfamiliar with this title.
“Yes,” Gu Nanyu said softly, “just like my elder sister. Your sister is coming to see you tonight. Would you like to meet your sister?”
The eldest sister of a good person = a truly good person
Eldest sister = a great person
Older sister = good person
Good person = someone who gets good food
So, see you!
Wen Shiyi nodded obediently, then remembered that she hadn't finished her calligraphy practice for the day. She looked down at the practice book, then at the brush in her hand, then at the "good person," and thought, "The practice book..."
I don't want to write, I'm so tired.
Her tea-colored eyes looked at Gu Nanyu with watery eyes; anyone would probably agree.
"Take your time with the calligraphy practice sheets, no rush. Patriarch Wen won't be here until after dinner." Gu Nanyu said unhurriedly. "You're still missing a sheet of paper for your calligraphy practice from yesterday, make up for it today."
"I've found some good speech drafts. You should read them a few times before dinner so you can speak more fluently."
As for other ancient poems, the other five of the Six Arts of a Gentleman, Wen Shiyi learned them very quickly.
Given that their genes have been modified, this is not surprising.
But these things require long-term learning, so they can't be rushed.
Soft-pen calligraphy and hard-pen calligraphy are learned by almost every citizen of the empire from a young age, especially by the sons of aristocratic families.
When I was young, if I made a mistake or did something wrong, the thing I was least afraid of was being disciplined by my family. Anyway, once I got beaten, it was over. If it was too severe, it would only hurt for a while. In any case, if it got really bad, my family would send me to a cell repair device or something.
It will pass in a while.
What I fear most is copying the family rules!
The family rules of aristocratic families often start at hundreds or even thousands of words, and the number of times they are punished by copying them is always at least fifty. Moreover, the rule remains unchanged: the number of times to copy with a hard pen is the same as the number of times to copy with a soft pen.
Moreover, they usually do it while kneeling. Although there are support heels, no one can stand maintaining the same posture for a long time.
Besides, copying it so many times will make your hands useless.
Furthermore, you can't leave the house until you finish copying, and even your daily meals are delivered to you by a dedicated person.
They were all just teenagers, and none of them could stand being alone.
Of course, some poorly written submissions will be sent back for rewriting.
This resulted in even the sons of noble families, and even those spoiled brats, having excellent handwriting.
Wen Shiyi naturally disliked practicing calligraphy and wore a long face.
Gu Nanyu pinched Wen Shiyi's cheek and smiled gently, "It's finished writing. Here's a little cake for you."
Whether it was from spending too much time in the laboratory or for some other reason, Wen Shiyi had a particular fondness for sweets.
"Okay!" Wen Shiyi agreed readily, then lowered her head and continued writing.
Gu Nansheng, who was watching from the side, was trembling. How come he didn't know when his ninth brother had become so gentle?
I vaguely remember what his ninth brother said when he didn't want to write back then.
"Not writing? That just so happens I'm planning to go archery and I need a suitable target."
He had no idea how his ninth brother could say such cold things from a mouth that was only 37 degrees Celsius!
Is this something a human being would say?
With his beloved younger brother, who wasn't even ten years old yet!
Use them as targets!
And now!
Why does this so-called "son of the Wen family" get to eat small cakes?!
"I've also prepared a tea ceremony for you." Gu Nanyu tilted his head and glanced at Gu Nansheng.
With just one sentence, Gu Nansheng's mood instantly brightened.
Gu Nansheng was already standing, and he glanced at Wen Shiyi unintentionally, his eyes full of smugness.
He would also wink at her from time to time.
“Good man,” Wen Shiyi’s senses were very sharp, and she reached out and tugged at Gu Nanyu’s sleeve, “Your, brother, has an eye problem.”
Gu Nanyu could tell from Gu Nansheng's slightly arrogant expression without even looking. "Okay, I'll take him to see a doctor later."
Gu Nansheng: ? ? No, bro, can you please not be so obviously hypocritical?
“Write it carefully. Rewrite the character ‘昱’. The top part should be a flatter sun radical, not a vertical one.” Gu Nanyu walked behind Wen Shiyi, placed his hand over hers, and guided her through writing stroke by stroke.
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The Six Arts of a Gentleman: Rites, Music, Archery, Charioteering, Calligraphy, and Mathematics
Did you know, kids, that in ancient times, when people knelt, they used a small stool called a "zhizhong" (支踵), unlike the Japanese who sit directly on their heels or laps without anything? (You could say they just didn't understand.)
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