Quick Wear: Who said soft girls have to be obedient! biu!

It had been four or five days since they left Qinghe Town, and the two of them had only one carriage. At first, Wen Zhao drove the carriage, but later Gu Zhen felt that it took up too much of his reading time, so he hired a coachman when they passed through the next town.

Wen Zhao was now sitting opposite her, leaning against the window with "On Historiography" in his hand and reading carefully.

Gu Zhen really had nothing to do.

The original owner was illiterate, and she didn’t want to keep pretending, so she simply sat next to Wen Zhao and looked at him eagerly.

Wen Zhao had to stop and say, "Chief... Sister Zhen, what's wrong?"

This was the result of Gu Zhen's insistence. She was always called the eldest sister-in-law at such a young age that she felt she had aged several years for nothing. Now that she had no parents and no brothers, she might as well call her sister. No one would recognize them on the street anyway.

We’ll talk about it when we get to the capital.

Gu Zhen looked at the book in his hand with grievance: "I have envied you and Brother Wen An for going to school since I was a child. You don't need to keep an account book when you do some ordinary business in Qinghe Town. But when I go to the capital, I want to open a restaurant. How can I do that without knowing how to read?"

Wen Zhao suddenly realized: "Sister Zhen wants to learn to read and write? Sure, I'll be your teacher!"

He was naturally happy to teach and educate people, and immediately set up the small table on the side: "How about I start teaching you from your name?"

Gu Zhen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and congratulated Wen Zhao on having an "extremely talented" student.

Wen Zhao dipped his finger in water and wrote the word Gu stroke by stroke: "This is pronounced Gu, which is your surname. The surname Gu can be traced back to the Xia Dynasty..."

He explained bit by bit, using the most understandable language to let Gu Zhen know how to remember this word.

Gu Zhen was idle anyway, so she sat next to him like a good and obedient student: "Okay, Master Wen, I remember it. How do I write my name?"

Wen Zhao couldn't help but smile: "My brother told me that your name was given by my father later. When you were a child, you were always called Gu Erniu..."

Gu Zhen naturally knew this nickname, but refused to admit it and would never call her Erniu.

"The word 'zhen' has a good meaning. It describes lush vegetation. I'll teach you how to write it like this." Wen Zhao wiped the table and wrote a new word.

Gu Zhen also stretched out her finger and followed suit, pretending she didn't know how to write. Wen Zhao leaned over to look at her and got closer to her: "There's one missing horizontal line here. This is pretty good for your first time writing."

Gu Zhen couldn't help but smile so hard that her eyes curved. The small carriage suddenly seemed to light up.

Wen Zhao looked away. For some reason he suddenly felt the space was very cramped. He seemed to be able to smell a faint fragrance from Gu Zhen.

This smell is not unfamiliar. He can smell it often since he came back.

It is said that if you stay in front of the stove for too long you will be smelling of oil smoke, but Gu Zhen didn't have that smell. Wen Zhao thought of a poem in a book.

The red lips parted in a slight smile, and the fragrance filled the mountain.

Wen Zhao was startled by this thought and quickly picked up a book to cover the blush on his cheeks.

Gu Zhen didn't notice it at all, and continued to write stroke by stroke like a good student.

Wen Zhao stared blankly at her petite back, and it took him a while to come back to his senses when he heard the other person's shouting.

"What are you standing there for? Find me a book to read." Gu Zhen was no longer satisfied with just recognizing two words. "It will take a month to get to the capital. When Zhao is tired of reading, come and teach me how to write, okay?"

Wen Zhao thought this was not a good idea. He realized that there was actually not much difference in age between him and Gu Zhen. When they went to hire a coachman, people mistook them for a young couple.

You should keep your distance.

But facing Gu Zhen's thirst for knowledge, he just couldn't say the word "no". Wen Zhao pondered for a moment, picked up another travel book, and taught Gu Zhen to read word by word.

With this pastime, the trip doesn’t feel lonely anymore.

After Wen Zhao taught for a few days, he found that Gu Zhen had an amazing comprehension ability. He could remember most of the words after just one reading and could even roughly explain their meaning.

He is much more talented than him. If he were a man, he would definitely become an official and make a name for himself in the world.

Wen Zhao put aside the inexplicable thoughts in his mind over the past few days and taught Gu Zhen to read and write seriously. Apart from eating and sleeping, he spent his days reading and memorizing books. He was also able to comprehend many truths that he had not discovered before from Gu Zhen's occasional interpretations.

He is more like a student eager to learn than Gu Zhen.

When they reached a small town three days' journey from the capital, it started to rain. The drizzle felt cold on their bodies, so they sped up the carriage, hoping to get into the city and find an inn to stay in before the city gates closed.

If he couldn't make it in time, he could only rest at the inn outside the city. There were few guest rooms there, and most of them were large bunk beds. Gu Zhen really didn't want to squeeze together with a group of people.

But unexpectedly the rain was getting heavier and the road was muddy. When the carriage was passing a small woods, the wheels suddenly sank into a puddle. No one knew what got stuck, and the wheels couldn't get out for a while.

Gu Zhen and Wen Zhao had to come down to help.

Wen Zhao held the oil-paper umbrella over Gu Zhen's head and said, "Wait aside, be careful not to get splashed with mud."

He rolled up his sleeves, leaned one side of his thin body against the rear edge of the carriage, and pushed forward with all his strength.

Just as the carriage was about to be successfully rescued, some extremely uncomfortable laughs suddenly came from not far away in the woods.

Four men wearing straw raincoats and holding machetes approached them with lewd smiles on their faces.

The coachman said, "Oh no! No wonder the wheels got stuck. Someone is playing tricks on me. Sir... Madam... I don't want the remaining money. I'm really sorry!"

The coachman threw away his whip and ran towards the town.

Gu Zhen cursed inwardly. It seemed that her true abilities would be exposed today. She quickly thought about how to explain it all.

The four wretched men were targeting the carriage owner and didn't care about the driver who was running away. One of them weighed the knife in his hand and said with a grin, "Hand over the money and I'll spare your life."

Wen Zhao was also a little nervous. He protected Gu Zhen behind him and took out a purse from his arms and threw it to him: "The carriage is for you. You can take whatever is on it. This purse is all our belongings. Please be merciful."

"You are a sensible boy, but...your wife is so beautiful. We would like to borrow her for a bit. How about that?"

Wen Zhao's face immediately turned cold. Even if it cost him his life, he would not let these people touch a hair on Gu Zhen.

But he was just a weak scholar. Not only did the four men not take him seriously, even Gu Zhen couldn't help but look at his figure from behind.

He is thin and tall, but you can tell at first glance that he is not a martial artist!

Wen Zhao's voice was tense, and he pinched Gu Zhen's arm and said, "Run to the city. The post station is not far away. Go and call someone!"

Gu Zhen looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Then be careful!"

She threw away the umbrella, turned around and ran away, but the men were prepared and blocked them from all directions.