"I brought it back. It was a little inconvenient to bring Lou Shan with me, so Du Ying waited at the foot of the mountain. Miss, do you want to go and see after dinner?"
"No, you ask him to put the sword in Yuehua Xiaozhu first. Remember to put it away so that no one touches it." Ye Qianning's sword was specially made for her father.
Although it looks like a big knife, there are several hidden weapons hidden in it. If someone accidentally touches it, it will be fatal.
Ye Qianning finished her lunch and continued to copy the disciple rules with a brush.
The master didn't see Ye Qianning going to eat, so he was worried when he came back to look. Through the window, he saw the little man tilting his head and copying seriously, and nodded with great satisfaction.
His little senior sister is still very obedient, not bad.
During the afternoon class, Ye Qianning began to feel sleepy again and was punished to copy the disciple's rules five times. She was also punished to copy the disciple's rules ten times for speaking in a low voice.
The disciples punished her thirty times in one day. Of course, she was not the only one who was punished.
Sang Zhi didn't pay attention in class and was punished by copying the disciple rules five times.
Qian Zhuye was fined to read the disciple's rules five times for whispering and making small moves.
Ye Qianning said nothing.
"...Didn't you say you won't teach me?"
Top students are different. Not only can they write well, but they can also write quickly.
Sang Zhi's stern face turned dark with anger, and he straightened up again.
Qian Zhuye watched quietly.
"But, at your speed, you can't finish writing so much in a month. Is it possible that you just live in the school?"
Ye Qianning looked at Sang Zhi. He was sitting upright, with a regular posture, and his writing was steady and smooth. His handwriting was excellent, inferior to modern calligraphers.
"Are you finished? After you finish copying, leave as soon as possible. Don't affect me." She finally managed to keep the rules, but he had to interfere, which made her not even in the mood to write.
Ye Qianning's eyes dimmed and she raised her head to look at him.
Ye Qianning got a little annoyed after going back and forth several times. He threw the brush away with his little hand and lost his temper: "I won't write anymore, I won't write anymore."
"Twenty-nine times are left. Master's punishment is really harsh. Do you still have the heart to take it?"
"If your posture is wrong, you have to change it." Sang Zhi was very stubborn.
Ye Qianning secretly changed her position with her little hands and started writing.
Sang Zhi didn't answer, but pressed the rice paper: "Write."
Ye Qianning was punished to copy thirty times, and she only copied it once during the lunch break. She was punished so many times that she acted like a normal person and made Qian Zhuye next to her anxious.
"..."
"Master will not really leave you here."
"Have you ever seen a master who doesn't keep his words?"
After class ended in the afternoon, all the students left, leaving only three people who were left to copy.
It was easy for Qian Zhuye to copy the disciple rules five times. After a while, he finished his own. He turned to look at Ye Qianning and found that she had not finished copying it once.
Qian Zhuye has never seen such a big-hearted person.
Sang Zhi also finished copying. He folded the copied disciple rules and put them aside, then walked to Ye Qianning.
"How can I eat if I'm not full?" Ye Qianning pinched the cake and put it in his mouth.
"That's it." Ye Qianning wrote another page.
Qian Zhuye thought for a while: "No."
Sang Zhi's face was sullen, and he raised his hand to straighten the brush he was holding.
Ye Qianning stuffed the remaining cakes in one gulp, then slowly picked up the pen to write.
"You are too young, and your fingers are not fully grown yet. Holding the pen like that will affect the growth of the joints." Sang Zhi saw that she didn't respond and added, "Your fingers will grow crooked."
Ye Qianning lay on the table and didn't want to pay attention.
"A woman cannot play the piano if her fingers are crooked."
"Who wants to learn to play the piano?" Ye Qianning hummed: "If you want to play the piano, who will you play it to? Who will you play it to?"
