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A light and pleasant voice rang out from the Ji Shi Hall.
“The miserable state of the person next door has nothing to eat.”
Tan Yun was holding a feather duster and humming a tune as she happily cleaned the dust on the counter. “This is all because of laziness and playfulness.”
“Tan Yun, oh Tan Yun, you are getting more and more diligent.”
Tan Yun put down the feather duster, looked at the couplets on the wall and said faintly, “These words are so-so. It’s quite pleasing.”
“You can understand it?”
At that moment, a voice sounded behind her.
Tan Yun was shocked. She turned around and saw that it was An Jing. She immediately patted her chest and said, “Young master, you scared me!”
“This is my masterpiece,” An Jing looked at the wall and said slowly.
‘Hopefully, there would be no hardships in this world; Would rather be buried in medicine.’
This couplet was written in cursive and was rarely understood. Even the old man who came last month did not recognize the words.
Tan Yun had joined the Demon Sect since she was young and was taught martial arts by the Demon Sect’s seniors personally. It was very easy for her to kill people. As for the words, she only knew the words ‘Demon Sect’. How would she recognize the complicated calligraphy in front of her?
As for becoming the Sect Master’s servant, she was sent here by the Sect Master at the last minute. Zhao Qingmei’s personal servant was the Vermilion Bird…
No, this won’t do. If this little doctor knows that I’m illiterate, he might mock me for my ignorance.
Tan Yun laughed dryly and said with a serious expression, “Young master, missy is from a prestigious family. She has been practicing calligraphy and writing since she was young. I have followed her for so many years, so it is not a big deal to know these few words.”
“Impressive!”
An Jing gave him a thumbs up and exclaimed in his heart, “As expected of someone from a prestigious family. Even a servant girl is so talented.” He said, “You’re so talented…”
“Young master, Miss has already prepared the food. Let’s eat.”
Before An Jing could finish, he was interrupted by Tan Yun, who was dancing with joy. “Miss has been busy since the morning. Don’t let her down.”
“Is that so? I’ll go take a look now. I’ll leave this stick of candied fruits to you.”
An Jing was also filled with anticipation as he quickly walked toward the back hall.
Tan Yun heaved a sigh of relief as she watched An Jing leave. “My reputation was almost ruined.”
…
An Jing and Tan Yun sat at the table eagerly. Shortly after, Zhao Qingmei served the dishes.
The dishes were stir-fried chives, braised pork with spring bamboo shoots, sweet and sour carp, and braised tofu.
“Darling, that’s enough. Let’s sit down and eat.”
An Jing looked at the dishes on the table and his throat surged.
“And a pork rib winter melon soup.”
In the end, Zhao Qingmei scooped a pot of pork rib soup, which was filled with fragrant shallots.
“Young master, let me pour you some wine.”
Tan Yun quickly picked up the wine pot beside her and obediently poured a small cup for An Jing.
An Jing drank the clear wine in his cup in one gulp, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
A month ago, he was still alone. He did not expect that a month later, he would have such a virtuous, gentle, and beautiful wife.
“Darling, try it.”
Zhao Qingmei picked up a piece of red braised pork and placed it in An Jing’s bowl. “It’s been stewing for more than two hours. It should be seasoned.”
“Delicious. It melts in my mouth, fat but not greasy.”
An Jing took a bite of the braised pork. He did not expect Zhao Qingmei’s dishes to be so delicious.
Zhao Qingmei was filled with bliss upon seeing An Jing’s satisfied expression.
“Darling, I have something to discuss with you.”
“What is it? Tell me.”
“You’re the only doctor in the medical center, so you’ll definitely be busy. Besides, it’ll be a little troublesome if you encounter some female patients. Why don’t you let Tan Yun learn some medical skills from you in the future so that she can share your burden?” Zhao Qingmei said slowly.
Tan Yun raised her head and stared at Zhao Qingmei in bewilderment.
‘Sect Master, why didn’t you discuss with me before?’
An Jing chuckled. “Since you said so, there’s nothing wrong with it. Tan Yun is smart and smart. She’s also very talented. She must be a good candidate to study medicine. It’s good as long as she’s willing.”
“She definitely would.” Zhao Qingmei smiled and looked at Tan Yun.
“I… I’m willing.”
Tan Yun revealed a smile that was uglier than crying, then she said, “Young master, you’ve just gotten married, and you’re rather busy. Why don’t you wait for half a month first?”
“Might as well,” An Jing thought for a moment and replied.
Zhao Qingmei nodded in satisfaction. With Tan Yun around, An Jing would be able to stay away from the other women and she would have another pair of eyes to keep a lookout.
After eating and drinking to his heart’s content, the task of cleaning the dishes naturally landed on Tan Yun.
The waning moon hung high in the sky and the stars were sparse.
“Darling!”
Zhao Qingmei’s voice was pleasant and lingering.
Then, she pulled An Jing into the room.
An Jing felt a warm sensation on his body and started to burn. Looking at the beautiful face in his arms, how could he not understand?
…
The night was silent.
In the Spring Breeze Alley…
“That’s not all. I can still drink. Come, have a few more drinks.”
Zhou Xianming carried a wine jar and walked home drunk.
This Zhou Xianming was none other than the storyteller in the teahouse.
Since ancient times, scholars had been quite dissolute. He had nothing to do normally. Other than earning some money from reading books in the teahouse, he went to the various brothels to have fun.
Clang!
Zhou Xianming kicked open his door and stepped into his house.
“Don’t move!”
Suddenly, a shiny blade was placed in front of his neck. As long as he took a step forward, the blade would behead him.
Zhou Xianming instantly sobered up and broke out in cold sweat.
“Lord… Lord, have mercy!”
“Come in first.”
Zhou Xianming swallowed his saliva and did not dare to shout. He could only walk in.
Inside the room was a figure dressed in black, holding a shining blade in his hand, standing upright beside the table.
Although Zhou Xianming was a storyteller in the martial world, he was a weak scholar who did not have the strength to truss a chicken. When he saw this scene, his body was already limp on the ground as he cried out, “Great hero, please spare me! Great hero, I’m just a poor scholar!”
“That’s right, scholar.”
The person in black’s voice was hoarse, dry and unpleasant to hear.
“Scholar?”
Zhou Xianming was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what was going on. Were they even picking people to rob now?
“Do you know this book?” The person in black took out a book.
Zhou Xianming picked up the book on the ground and said honestly, “I know. This is the book that young children of the Yan Country read.”
“Teach me,” the person in black said.
“Ah!?”
Zhou Xianming thought he had heard wrongly. This person actually wanted him to teach this student’s elementary books.
Could this be another kind of test?
“I said, start teaching me the simplest words on it,” said the person in black coldly.
“Okay, okay.” Zhou Xianming hurriedly said, “As long as Great Hero doesn’t kill me, my body will be at your disposal.”
Zhou Xianming then lit a candle and opened the book.
Under the weak candlelight, Zhou Xianming began to teach the person in black.
“Let’s start with the simplest list. This word is ‘one’.”
“I got it.”
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“This word is ‘two.’”
“Continue.”
“The word is ‘three.’”
“Looks like it’s not difficult to read. I already know how ‘Four’ is written.”
The person in black laughed lightly, his tone carrying a hint of pride..