Madam, protect me!

After finishing his wife's portrait, Li Nuo drew another ink painting of Song Ning'er.

After finishing the last stroke, he put down his pen, rubbed his sore wrist, and planned to take a break.

After lunch, he will help each of them draw a color ink painting. After the painting, this ability will almost disappear.

If you want to regain it later, you have to pay with your life.

This time, Li Nuo did not treat the two sisters differently.

Each of them drew an ink painting and a color ink painting, and he did not favor Mu'er in particular.

Although Ning'er was a little spoiled, she was not bad-hearted. She was just a six-year-old child and her mind was not mature yet.

As their brother-in-law, Li Nuo was too partial to one of them, which would leave an indelible shadow on the other in the process of growing up.

In order to look after the children of his mentor and boss, he also learned some child psychology.

The table was in a mess. When Li Nuo was cleaning up the paint, several figures walked into the room slowly. Mr. Chen saw the portrait on the table and was slightly stunned. He said in surprise: "Mr. Li, do you know painting?"

Mr. Lu also came over and couldn't help saying: "More than knowing, these two paintings, although not considered to be the best, are just a step away from the door, and are not much worse than those students in the academy who are proficient in painting..."

Behind the four old gentlemen, there was a middle-aged man.

He looked at the two paintings for a long time, stroked the short beard on his chin, nodded and said: "These two paintings have reached the pinnacle in terms of pen and paint skills, and are not far from the masters of painting. Among the hundreds of students in Qingfeng Academy, only one can compare with him in painting. What a pity..."

As he spoke, he showed a regretful expression on his face and sighed for a long time.

Mr. Chen asked, "We have such a talent in our academy, why are you sighing?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "That man is indeed good at mathematics and painting. He was very likely to pass the imperial examination in the next session. Unfortunately, although he is talented, his character is extremely bad. In order to curry favor with the powerful, he actually committed the act of killing his mother. It is really treasonous and unforgivable. The students have expelled him from the academy yesterday."

Han Zhuo is indeed an excellent student in Qingfeng Academy. Many teachers have high hopes for him. If he only committed some minor crimes, it would not be difficult for the academy to settle it for him.

But he committed the felony of killing his mother, which is no less serious than treason.

Although treason is a first-class felony in the law, in people's hearts, the crime of killing his mother is worse than treason.

Even if the academy has invested a lot of resources in him, it will not risk the world's disapproval for a Jinshi and ruin the academy's reputation for a hundred years.

The four old gentlemen were furious when they heard this!

"What, is this true?"

"How do you teach students? How could our academy teach such beasts!"

"When you recruit students, don't just focus on their talents. What's more important is to examine their character. You ignored my words!"

"Hehe, Tang Xian, Tang Xian, you are so great just because you are the dean. I shouldn't have recommended you to be the dean!"

Seeing that several gentlemen pointed their spearheads at him, the middle-aged man felt a headache. If he had known, he would not have said that.

At this time, Li Nuo on the side took the initiative to help him out: "There are hundreds of students in the academy. How can Dean Tang manage them alone? Besides, it is difficult to draw the bones of a tiger. You can know a person's face but not his heart. Some people are well-dressed on the surface, but they are no different from beasts in their hearts. You can't tell just by looking at the outside..."

The middle-aged man said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you are right..."

Unexpectedly, this "young friend" made the four old gentlemen even more angry.

The sea of ​​knowledge is boundless, and the wise are the teachers. They have studied mathematics for a lifetime and were a little numb to it. It was Li Nuo who rekindled their passion for mathematics.

These days, they first knew that numbers and figures can be cleverly transformed, and the final answer of adding infinite numbers may be one, and there are all kinds of magical theorems...

It was Li Nuo who opened the door to real mathematics for them.

The four of them had many teachers in their lives, but none of them were as shocking as what this young man taught them in just a few days.

Even they had to call him Mr. Li, and this traitor dared to call him little friend. He was a generation older than them for no reason. Isn't that a rebellion?

Mr. Chen frowned: "What little friend?"

The middle-aged man knew that he had used the wrong word, and immediately said: "It's Mr. Xiao Li, Mr. Xiao Li..."

Mr. Lu said angrily: "Mr. Xiao Li, you also called Mr. Xiao Li, he is our teacher, you should call him Master!"

Seeing that the head of a dignified academy was scolded like this by several people, Li Nuo once again said: "Please don't embarrass Dean Tang, I just discussed mathematics with you gentlemen for a few days, I am absolutely not worthy of the title of Master..."

Faced with his words, the four old men seemed particularly serious.

Heaven and earth, the emperor, parents and teachers, heaven and earth are invisible, the emperor..., the emperor is high above, and they have nothing to do with them in their lives, just pay respect to them verbally, who would put the emperor before their parents?

The grace of teaching and imparting knowledge is second only to the birth of parents.

A person who has no relatives or favors with you, and is willing to teach you what he has learned and understood without reservation without asking for your money, is such a person not worthy of respect?

This kind of respect has nothing to do with age or status.

No one is born knowing. If a scholar wants to achieve something, he must have a famous teacher to teach him.

The kindness of a good teacher is no less than that of parents. Those who are not filial to their parents will be despised by everyone in the world. Scholars who do not respect their teachers will also be despised by everyone in the world.

Mr. Lu bowed and said solemnly: "We are stupid and have no chance to be your disciples, but once I am a teacher, I will always be a teacher. You must not refuse the title of "Sir"..."

Seeing the extremely serious expressions of the four elderly people, Li Nuo couldn't say anything else.

Although in later generations, the word teacher has been extended to have many meanings.

But in this world, this matter still retains its simplest appearance.

Without these gentlemen, he would not be what he is now. Seeing how serious these gentlemen were, the expression on the middle-aged man's face became serious. He bowed respectfully to Li Nuo and said in a deep voice: "Tang Xian has seen Master."

Li Nuo waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, no master, don't call me old. If you insist, just like some old gentlemen, call me Mr. Li..."

The middle-aged man looked at a few people, Mr. Chen nodded and said: "Since Mr. Li said so, you can call him that for now..."

Li Nuo shook his still sore wrist and said, "I'll leave you with a question. You can read it first. If you don't understand it, I'll explain it to you after I finish eating..."

After Li Nuo left, several people looked at the questions on the paper and looked at each other with no idea.

Although they don't know how to solve this problem, they are very happy in their hearts. This means that today they can be exposed to new mathematical ideas. I really don't know how he came up with this at such a young age?

Although Li Xuanjing was very powerful back then, he was not so incredible.

Speaking of Li Xuanjing, one has to sigh that the legend of that generation eventually went astray...

Morality is more important than talent.

Mr. Lu looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "What happened to that matricide beast you just mentioned?"

The middle-aged man sighed and said: "Hey, Han Zhuo was originally a genius among the people. Because of his outstanding achievements, the academy exempted him from tuition fees and made an exception. I didn't expect that he would do such a treasonous thing in order to cling to the powerful... …”

…

Ministry of Punishment.

An official from the Ministry of Punishment stood in front of the death row, looked at a figure in the cell, and said: "Here you go, you are a scholar, don't go to the stage of torture, that will be disrespectful to everyone..."

Han Zhuo sat on the wooden bed and said nothing.

The official from the Ministry of Justice said: "It's useless if you don't speak. Qingfeng Academy has already removed you. Don't expect the academy to save you."

Han Zhuo finally raised his head and said, "The Marquis of Huaiyang is my future father-in-law. He will definitely save me. If your Ministry of Punishment wrongfully accuses a good person, aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the court?"

The Ministry of Punishment has no substantive evidence, and he firmly believes that as long as the Marquis of Huaiyang is willing to save him, there is still room for redemption.

The official of the Ministry of Punishments shook his head, looked at him with pity, and said slowly: "You still don't understand. If Marquis Huaiyang was willing to save you, you would have left the Ministry of Punishments yesterday. I admit, with Marquis Huaiyang's Ability, even if you commit murder, he can get you out of the Ministry of Punishment, but you are so cruel that even the mother who gave birth to you and raised you can ruthlessly attack you. Even if he wants to save you, he has to Worrying about the people's opinions..."

Han Zhuo's face finally showed a little panic, but he still pretended to be calm and gritted his teeth and said: "Qianqian must be interceding for me, just wait!"

at the same time.

Chang'an, a magnificent mansion somewhere.

In the quiet garden, a young woman held the arm of a middle-aged man and begged: "Dad, please save him, please..."

The middle-aged man was tall and impressive. Faced with the young woman's pleading, he said helplessly: "Qianqian, it's not that dad doesn't want to help you. It's really because of what Han Zhuo did that people can't help, and you don't want to see us." The Huaiyang Marquis Mansion is reviled by the people of Chang'an, right?"

The young woman let go of his hand, stamped her feet, and said angrily: "What should I do? I have decided to marry him!"

The middle-aged man smiled and comforted her: "Isn't he just a man? There are so many young heroes in Chang'an. Dad will help you choose one. Choose one who is more handsome and more talented than him..."

The young woman no longer struggled with Han Zhuo and said happily: "I must be able to draw. I want him to draw for me every day."

The middle-aged man nodded and said: "Don't worry, there are so many talented people in the academy, and there are a lot of them who can draw. Within three days, dad will help you find ten, and you can choose slowly..."

In the garden, the young woman had already forgotten Han Zhuo. She hugged the middle-aged man's arm and said softly: "Thank you, daddy!"

In the prison of the Criminal Department, Han Zhuo thought of that beautiful figure in his mind, hugged his knees, huddled in the corner of the cell, still waiting full of hope...

…

"This is the solution to this problem. These inferences drawn from it can be used in all similar problems. Do you understand?"

After dinner, Li Nuo went to the classroom where Song Mu'er and Song Ning'er used to attend class, and lectured them on several important theorems of geometry.

Because he had to draw two paintings in a while, he didn't go into detail.

The four old gentlemen nodded, but the middle-aged man looked confused.

No, you understand?

What do you understand?

Seeing his confused expression, Li Nuo said, "If there's anything you don't understand about Dean Tang, you can point it out and I'll explain it to you in detail."

Mr. Lu waved his hand directly and said, "No, I don't understand such a simple question. Mr. Li, don't waste your time on him."

Mr. Xu glanced at the middle-aged man, shook his head, and said angrily: "Being the dean has made you a very busy man, and you have even left behind the knowledge you were best at before..."

Mr. Chen even said directly: "You should better manage the students in the academy and don't come next time."

Facing the teacher's admonishment, the middle-aged man could only lower his head and smile bitterly.

He was just out of curiosity and wanted to see who it was that these gentlemen were praising so highly.

When people saw this, they were punished for no reason.

Qingfeng Academy is one of the four major academies in Chang'an, no, Daxia. As the head of one academy, he has to deal with too many things. How can he have time to study knowledge?

During the day, I have to deal with various affairs of the college, and in the evening, I have to attend various drinking parties.

If an official from the Ministry of Civil Affairs invites him to a banquet, how can he not go?

If he doesn't go, in the future, if a college student wants to be a high school scholar and wants to seek a satisfactory official position, how will he go to the official department?

A powerful man from Chang'an came to the house and wanted to donate 10,000 taels of silver to the academy. The only requirement was that his heirs should be allowed to study in the academy. Would he accept the money or not?

If he doesn't accept it, who will pay the salaries of the gentlemen in the academy, how will we buy the paint for the students to practice painting, and who will pay for the maintenance of the racecourse and shooting range? Will it rely on the meager allocation from the court?

It's not all about his old face.

Of course, he couldn't say these words in front of several gentlemen.

Within the academy, someone needs to concentrate on studying knowledge, but there are also people who are responsible for things other than learning.

After seeing off the four gentlemen and the dean of Qingfeng Academy, Li Nuo continued painting.

Color painting took much more effort than ink painting, not to mention there were two paintings. He was worried that he would not have enough time. Fortunately, when he finished the first painting and then painted the second one, he was very familiar with the road and the speed was fast. A lot.

Even so, Li Nuo still managed to finish two identical paintings a quarter of an hour before Han Zhuo's portrait dimmed.

Song Muer jumped in and walked in. When she saw the paintings on the table, she first smiled happily, and then asked doubtfully: "Brother Li Nuo, why did you draw two paintings?"

Li Nuo explained: "One of them is for Ning'er, otherwise she will be unhappy again."

Song Muer looked at him, sighed, and said: "Brother Li Nuo, you are so kind. Song Ning'er treats you so badly, and you still draw beautiful paintings for her. Sister Jiaren is so lucky to marry you..."

The little girl praised the painting, and while packing up the paints, Li Nuo said: "Of the two paintings, you pick the one you like, and give the other one to Ning'er, and the one over there. , remember to give it to her together.”

A happy smile appeared on Song Muer's face again. She let herself choose the good things first. Brother Li Nuo was still the best for her.

Apart from the beautiful sister, she is the best in the world.

Song Muer returned to her room with the three paintings. In fact, the room did not entirely belong to her, but half of it belonged to Song Ning'er.

It wasn't that there weren't enough rooms at home, but that she had chosen this place in the first place and Song Ning'er insisted on competing with her, so in the end she could only get half of it.

The two quarreled during the day, but slept in the same room at night.

When she walked into the room, she saw Song Ning'er sitting on the bedside, so she put away her paintings first, then handed Song Ning'er's painting to her and said, "Brother Li Nuo painted this for you. You were so right before." He, he is so kind to you, you have to be more polite to him in the future, you know? "

Song Ning'er took the two paintings, opened them and looked at them, with a smile on her face. She was not as sad as before.

However, she wasn't very happy either.

Because she realized something.

Even though she and Song Mu'er look the same, eat the same, wear the same, and use the same things, Song Mu'er has two things that she doesn't have.

Song Muer can do somersaults on the spot.

She won't.

Song Muer has a very powerful sister who teaches her martial arts.

Neither did she.

That sister can use her true energy to break a brick through the air, which is as powerful as Sister Jiaren. If she teaches herself, I wonder if she can catch up with Song Muer...

Early the next morning, when it was getting dark, Song Ning'er got up early. After washing up, she didn't even eat breakfast and ran to the deserted courtyard again.

She made an appointment with the sister to give her an answer this morning.

After closing the courtyard door, she walked to the courtyard and whispered: "Sister, are you here?"

"Have you thought about it?"

A voice came from behind, and Song Ning'er turned her head. The sister she met yesterday had appeared behind her at some unknown time.

She did not answer immediately, but asked first: "If I learn kung fu from you, can I be more powerful than Song Mu'er?"

The woman wearing Muli leaned against the tree and said: "She has been practicing kung fu since she was a child and has already developed inner energy. Your martial arts talents are about the same. If you want to catch up with her, you will have to work twice as hard as she does. In this case , in about five years, we can catch up with her..."

Song Ning'er was a little disappointed and murmured: "Ah, it takes so long..."

The woman crossed her arms, looked at her, and said: "It's not that there is no faster way, but any shortcut requires a price..."

Song Ning'er asked: "What price?"

The woman said: "The price is that you may not be able to get married in this life. Even if you get married, you won't be able to enjoy the happiness of being a woman and a mother... Can you accept this price?"

Song Ning'er breathed a sigh of relief. She thought it was a price...

What's so good about getting married? When her mother married her father, she would just apply cucumber to her face or put some white or red powder on her face every day.

Her father was busy with the shop every day. When he got home, he would just use the abacus and never play with her...

As for women's happiness, what is women's happiness? She thinks swinging on the swing and playing sepak takraw are quite happy. Does learning that kind of kung fu mean that she can't play these things?

She looked at the mysterious elder sister and asked, "What is the happiness of a woman? Swinging and kicking shuttlecock, right?"

The woman wearing the muli seemed to have no idea how to explain this question to a six-year-old child. After some thought, she said, "Forget it, you are still too young to understand these things. Just pretend that I didn't say anything, so that you won't blame me in the future..."

She looked down at Song Ning'er and said, "I can teach you kung fu, but you have to promise not to tell anyone about this, including your sister and your parents."

Song Ning'er asked puzzledly, "Why?"

The mysterious woman said lightly, "No reason. If you ask again, I won't teach you."

Song Ning'er immediately covered her mouth.

It was not easy to meet such a powerful sister who was willing to teach her kung fu. She didn't want to make her angry.

The mysterious woman saw that she was so well-behaved, patted her head gently, and said, "As long as you are obedient and work hard to practice, one day, you will surpass your sister. She is just lucky and was born a little earlier than you..."

This sentence really touched her heart, and Song Ning'er liked this sister more.

She raised her head, wanting to see what this kind sister looked like, but her view was blocked by Mu Li and the face towel, so she had to ask: "How should I call you in the future, Master?"

The mysterious woman gently pinched her face and said: "You can call me sister, if you want..."

Song Ning'er thought for a while and said: "Then I will call you Master Sister in the future!"

In the Song Mansion, Li Nuo sat in the room, rubbing his wrist gently.

From yesterday to now, he has been painting for them, and his wrist is extremely sore, even when he drinks water, it shakes.

This body is still too weak. A cultivator cannot strengthen his body. He still has to take time to exercise. He doesn't expect to be as powerful as a warrior, but he can't be as weak as he is now.

However, seeing the lady's love for the painting, he felt that it was okay to be tired.

She saved his life twice, but it was just painting two paintings, not asking him to marry her, so why complain about being tired.

After a long time, Song Jiaren put the painting away. Inadvertently, she saw Li Nuo rubbing his right wrist in some pain. Thinking of the hard work he had put in to help her paint all night, she felt a sense of apology in her heart. She slowly walked forward and said, "Let me rub it for you."

When Li Nuo was still in a daze, a faint fragrance came over him. The lady had already sat beside him. At the same time, a soft and smooth feeling came from his right wrist.

As she gently rubbed, Li Nuo felt that the sore part of his wrist was wrapped in a cold breath, which was numb and very comfortable, and the pain in his wrist was also relieved a lot.

Song Jiaren asked, "Do you feel better?"

Li Nuo nodded and said, "Much better."

The two looked at each other and looked away at the same time.

Song Jiaren continued to use the true qi to relax his meridians and activate blood circulation. The room fell into silence, but compared to before, a strange atmosphere began to spread.

The faint fragrance was close at hand, and Li Nuo clearly felt that the distance between the two people in the Song Mansion had been shortened a lot.

This distance is not limited to space.

"Brother-in-law, are you free to do me a favor..."

A figure walked in from outside, breaking the silence in the room. Song Yu looked at the two people sitting at the table, holding hands, and after a slight pause, he immediately retreated and said, "Sorry to bother you, I will come again tomorrow morning..."

Song Jiaren pulled back her hand, stood up, and said, "I'm going to take a shower..."

After that, she walked straight out of the room.

After she left, Song Yu walked in, gave Li Nuo a thumbs up, and said admiringly: "You are worthy of being my brother-in-law. From childhood to adulthood, I have never seen Jiaren so gentle to anyone. Brother-in-law, you are really capable..."

Not only Song Yu had never seen it, but Li Nuo had also seen it for the first time.

If Song Yu hadn't interrupted him, he could have watched it for a while longer, so Li Nuo didn't have a good tone for him and said unhappily: "What's the matter?"

Song Yu first took out two apples from a cloth bag and said with a smile: "Although this is not carefully cultivated by the strong farmer, it was also successfully cultivated by Sinong Temple not long ago. It is a rare new product outside and tastes very good. I just want two. Even my father didn't give them to me. Brother-in-law, you try it..."

There are generally two types of fruits and vegetables produced by farmers. One is like the old lady's birthday peach, and the fresh peach that Prince Chun rewarded last time.

This is a fine product carefully cultivated by the strong farmers above the fourth realm, nourished with true qi every day, and has the effect of strengthening the body, healing and detoxification.

The other type is an ordinary category that has only improved the variety but has not been nourished with the true qi of the farmers. It has no effect of strengthening the body and healing.

But even the latter is not available to ordinary people.

With the conditions of the Li Mansion, the former was not easy to obtain, but Li Nuo often ate the latter. He said straight to the point: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly..."

Song Yu smiled shyly, took out a piece of paper from his bosom, and said, "I wrote a poem, and I want my brother-in-law to help me polish it."

Li Nuo took the paper, took a look, and said, "Poem, or a love poem, who are you going to give it to?"

Song Yu said shyly, "Give it to a girl."

Although he still wanted to be a playboy, his father had already issued a death order that he must settle down within this year, so he had to prepare to settle down and start a family.

The third daughter of the Shen family, her family background and his are very compatible, and her appearance is also quite decent. I heard that she likes poetry on weekdays, so he wrote a poem.

As a student of the academy, he will participate in the imperial examination in the future. Whether it is poetry, calligraphy and painting, or military law and criminal law, he must know a little bit. Let Song Yu explain the key points of military law, he will not frown, but he is really not good at poetry...

Fortunately, there is another person in the family who understands poetry. The poem he gave to the old lady was praised by many people at the time. The ability to write poetry is better than his own.

Li Nuo glanced at it. Song Yu's poem was not very good, but it was neat. Li Nuo thought he was sending it to a brothel girl again, so he planned to change a few words to make it perfunctory. Seeing his shy look, he asked one more question: "Which girl?"

Song Yu said: "The third lady of the Shen family."

Li Nuo didn't know the third lady of the Shen family, but the one who could be called by Song Yu was definitely not a brothel girl, which made Li Nuo change his mind.

Song Yu is 19 years old this year, one year older than Song Jiaren. His sister is married, and he, as a brother, is still single.

Li Nuo has heard his second uncle and the old lady urging him to get married more than once.

His family also talked about marriage for him, but this guy just didn't agree. He lingered in brothels all day long. This time he finally talked to a decent girl.

This poem was sent to a brothel girl, and Li Nuo had no objection.

But the ladies of Chang'an, except for the wife, are more or less talented, so his poem is not good enough.

Seeing that he always thinks of himself first when he has something good to say, Li Nuo decides to help him polish it.

After a while, Song Yu looked at the paper in his hand and then at Li Nuo.

It is polished.

This is too polished.

None of the polished words are his original ones.

But it must be said that the polished ones are really good.

Song Yu can't write good poems, but he still has some appreciation ability. Even if he writes for a lifetime, he can't write such a sentence.

His brother-in-law is really good to him.

The third daughter of the Shen family likes poetry the most. If you give this poem to her, won't she be captured easily?

Song Yu put away the poem, looked at Li Nuo with emotion, and said: "Thank you, brother-in-law!"

Li Nuo waved his hand: "You're welcome. Win the third daughter of the Shen family as soon as possible and expand the branches and leaves of the Song family. I'm waiting to drink your wedding wine."

Looking at Song Yu's back as he left, Li Nuo felt emotional. Although he was not a member of the Song family, he was worried about the old Song family.

Not only does she have to play with her sister-in-law, but she also has to worry about her brother-in-law's lifelong affairs. When he is bullied, she has to stand up for him. His father is not so good to him...

There are footsteps coming from outside the door. Li Nuo turned around and was slightly stunned when he saw his wife.

She was wearing a light pink pure silk pajamas, with only beautiful patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

Because she had just taken a shower, her black hair was still a little wet, casually draped over her shoulders, further highlighting her slender and white jade neck.

Further down, there is a tightened neckline.

Although the long-sleeved and long-trouser pajamas still wrapped her body tightly, she used to sleep in outer clothes.

This was the first time Li Nuo saw her so casual.

Although the pajamas were loose, they were only fitted, which made her slim figure more obvious. Li Nuo discovered that she still had some figure, although not much...

Song Jiaren noticed his gaze and pretended to be indifferent. In fact, her heartbeat was much faster than usual. Although it was the first time she wore it in front of him, she was a little uncomfortable, but sleeping in outer clothes was really uncomfortable...

Li Nuo realized that he had been looking at her for too long, and quickly looked away, saying, "Song Yu just sent two apples, saying that they are new products from Sinong Temple. Do you want to try them?"

He washed both apples and handed one to Song Jiaren. When he was about to eat it, the apple in his hand was taken away by her.

Song Jiaren easily broke the apple into two halves, took a small bite of one half, and then handed the other half to Li Nuo, saying, "So many people want to kill you. No matter who sent you the things, you have to be careful."

Li Nuo was slightly stunned. After all, it was something sent by Song Yu, so he didn't think so much about it.

Wu Guanjia said that he had been poisoned many times before, so the food in Li Mansion would be strictly inspected and tasted before being served.

Only when it was confirmed that there was no problem would it be served.

Although a large family like Song Mansion was not as strict as the Li Family, they were also very careful about food. .

There was a secret compartment sewn on Li Nuo's cuffs, which contained top-level detoxification pills made by doctors to deal with emergencies at any time.

Li Nuo did not expect that she would personally test the poison for him.

Although most of the poisons that could kill Li Nuo could not do anything to a warrior like her.

But he had never received such treatment before.

Li Nuo secretly glanced at her. Song Yu was right. The lady seemed to be getting more and more gentle.

...

In the next few days, Li Nuo stayed in Song Mansion and did not go out much.

Those old gentlemen would come here every day, and Li Nuo would spend half an hour or more to popularize modern mathematical theories to them.

Sometimes they would also bring two arithmetic teachers from Qingfeng College. The classroom where Mu'er and Ning'er used to go to arithmetic became their classroom now.

Li Nuo didn't care about their daily interruptions. He just stayed idle and regarded it as contributing to the development of mathematics in Daxia.

"This is a small courtesy, but it is not respectful. Please accept it, Mr. Li."

Today, when a few people left, they left behind several exquisite food boxes. Song Muer opened them, looked at them, and said, "Brother Li Nuo, these are mooncakes..."

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Everywhere in Song Mansion is decorated with festive lanterns, full of festive atmosphere.

Li Nuo came here in mid-July, and this was his first holiday in this world.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is very important among summer festivals, second only to the Spring Festival.

Starting from three days ago, the imperial court began to give officials a holiday, and the holidays would not be accepted until two days after the holiday.

Originally, Li Nuo had encountered a bottleneck in his practice, and the government was on holiday, so he seemed a little idle these days.

The mooncakes sent by some old gentlemen tasted good. He ate two pieces. Butler Wu came in from outside and said, "Master, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Do you and the young lady want to go home?"

Li Nuo thought for a while and said, "Go back."

That's all for other times. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion. In the evening, there is usually a reunion dinner. He is an outsider, and the Mid-Autumn Festival does not seem to be that way in the Song family. He looks at Song Jiaren. The person nodded slightly.

Li Nuo noticed that the lady had changed a lot these days.

When they first met, they were completely different.

Ever since Li Nuo vented her anger on those old men and gave her those two paintings, she had become much gentler towards him.

Or maybe she is so gentle to begin with, and the cold heroine she usually is is just a disguise on the surface.

Of course, her gentle side was also obtained by his heart-to-heart comparison.

Song Mu'er grabbed Li Nuo's hand and said, "Brother Li Nuo, after dinner is over, how about we go to the lantern festival? I heard that the lantern festival at night is very lively..."

Before Li Nuo said anything, Butler Wu quickly said: "Master, this is absolutely impossible. There are too many people outside tonight. You and your wife should just enjoy the moon at home..."

Li Nuo can understand Butler Wu.

He doesn't go out alone. There are countless protection personnel overt and covert. Normally, it's fine. For such a grand festival, the streets will definitely be overcrowded, and the security will be under great pressure.

It’s better not to embarrass Butler Wu.

He is also responsible for his own life. After all, when people are crowded around each other, if an assassin sneaks in and stabs him secretly, he won't even be able to find him...

It’s also nice to go to a lantern festival or admire the moon.

When he and his wife were preparing to return to Li's house, they passed by the courtyard of fourth uncle Song Hao and saw a middle-aged woman standing in the courtyard.

This female instructor was hired by the Song family from outside to teach Song Ning'er martial arts.

She was about forty years old and had a true Qi cultivation level. She came to the Song Mansion to teach Song Ning'er for an hour every day.

A few days ago, Song Ning'er suddenly wanted to practice martial arts. Her mother originally wanted to ask the lady to teach her, but the beauty agreed, but Song Ning'er herself was not willing.

In desperation, the family had to find an outside tutor for her.

The hardships of martial arts are not something ordinary people can endure.

Everyone, including Li Nuo, thought she was only hot for three minutes and might give up after a day.

Song Ning'er had tried practicing martial arts many times before, but each time she gave up after less than a day.

But this time it seems a little different. This is already the third day she has persisted.

Even Li Nuo looked at him with admiration.

As Song Ning'er's martial arts teacher, Zhang Yun liked this young girl with great talent.

She herself also showed extraordinary talent in martial arts when she was a child. She reached the peak of the True Qi Realm at the age of thirty, one step away from the Realm of Controlling Objects.

But it took her ten years to cross this one step.

Maybe a breakthrough will be achieved in a few years, but that doesn't mean much. It's impossible to reach a higher realm in this life.

Therefore, she had long since given up her pursuit of martial arts and ran a women's martial arts gym in Chang'an, specializing in teaching young ladies from wealthy families and responsible for their martial arts enlightenment.

These noble ladies generally do not practice martial arts in depth, but if they have a foundation in martial arts, they will also learn some martial arts for self-defense.

Most of their families were generous, and she taught the little girl from the Song family that she was paid ten taels an hour, and she paid one at a time.

Miss Ning'er of the Song family not only has excellent martial arts talent, but also has obvious strength growth almost every day.

It can be seen that she has put in enough hard work in addition to her daily martial arts classes.

Zhang Yun even doubted whether he had taught this child.

Whether it is the speed of progress or the ability to comprehend, it is far beyond that of aristocratic ladies of the same age, which is the only one she has seen in her life.

After teaching today's course, she accepted her reward and when she walked out of the Song Mansion, she couldn't help but wonder, could it be that her teaching level had improved, and would the price be higher when she took on new tasks in the future?

Forget it, let's forget about this for now. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I will go to the Chen Mansion to teach for an hour and then I can go home for the reunion dinner.

After the martial arts class, Song Ning'er did not go to swing or play shuttlecock as usual. She ran to the empty courtyard of the Song Mansion alone, closed the gate, and whispered: "Master sister, master sister, are you there?"

A figure walked out from behind the tree, handed her a candied haws, and said: "After you eat it, I will teach you a set of body movements. After you learn it, you can do somersaults on the spot."

Song Ning'er took a bite of the candied haws, looked up at her, and said: "Master sister, you are so good to me. "

In fact, she also likes Sister Jiaren, but because Song Muer is always good to Sister Jiaren, she can't get close to Sister Jiaren.

Brother Li Nuo is actually very good to her. She treated him so well before, and he also drew pictures for her. Song Ning'er also likes him in her heart, but he is better to Song Muer.

Only Master Sister is good to her, and Song Muer can't take her away.

A moment later, there were bursts of noises in the courtyard.

Occasionally, servants of the Song Mansion passed by from outside, and heard the sound coming from inside, and just paused slightly, and then left as if nothing had happened.

This courtyard is a secret forbidden area marked by Miss Ning'er. When she is in it, no one is allowed to enter.

Miss Ning'er is much more noisy than Miss Mu'er. The servants of the Song Mansion dare not disobey the orders of this little girl.

In the courtyard, Song Ning'er easily turned a somersault on the spot, and a happy look appeared on her little face.

The woman wore a veil and leaned lazily against a tree in the yard, asking: "Why are you so anxious to learn somersaults? "

Song Ning'er said honestly: "If you learn to do somersaults, you can pretend to be Song Mu'er in front of Brother Li Nuo..."

Speaking of Li Nuo, Song Ning'er seemed to open up and said: "Brother Li Nuo is amazing. He can handle any problem. He can also draw. His drawings are very lifelike and beautiful..."

The woman said lightly: "Song Jiaren's husband, isn't he a fool? "

Song Ning'er immediately said: "Shh, he is not a fool, Master sister, keep your voice down, don't let him hear it, otherwise he will not play with you anymore..."

Song Ning'er regretted the wrong things she had done.

But soon, she was attracted by other things.

Seeing that Master sister seemed to be in a daze, she quietly squatted down and leaned sideways, as if she wanted to see through her appearance hidden under the curtain.

But even if her sight successfully passed through the veil of the curtain, it was blocked by a moon-white scarf under the veil.

The woman noticed her action and pressed the curtain down.

Song Ning'er stood up immediately after being discovered peeking, and cleverly changed the subject: "Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, Master sister, don't you go home to find your family?"

The mysterious woman looked into the distance, silent for a long time, and said: "I don't have a home. "

How can someone be without a home?

Song Ning'er suddenly felt that Master Sister was so pitiful, she didn't even have a home.

She took the Master Sister's hand and said, "Then wait until night, I will secretly bring you mooncakes to eat, and we will watch the moon together..."