Chapter 9

"Be careful not to let your saliva drip onto the paper." Shaoling did not even raise his head, and with a casual remark, he effectively silenced the praise that was almost about to escape from Nuange's lips

Shaoling's expression turned cold, and before Nuan Ge could react, he blocked her with his right arm, pulling her behind him. With a wave of his left hand, two brushes swiftly shot out into the air with a "whoosh" sound, heading straight for the source of the strange noise outside the window.

The warm song had a slightly evasive gaze, deliberately feigning indifference, "Do not change the subject"

But she does not

Cheng Shaoling, male and female

"Did your aunt hit you?" Shaoling asked in confusion

Warm Song blinked and smiled, "It's me, right!"

"How could it be boring? Didn't you have any friends when you were young?" Once the box of warm words is opened, it is difficult to close it again, and the questions continue.

What did your aunt instruct you to do

The warm singer continued to rest their chin on their hand, with an unspoken understanding and a demeanor that suggested a hint of inquiry, reminiscent of Shaoling.

Did you not say that I do not count as a woman

Did you not say that men and women should not engage in close contact? Shaoling

Putting down the pen, Nuan Ge was about to close the window, but then she heard some sounds coming in, soft and hesitant. Could it be that there are still mice at this time of year

Shaoling's pen paused for a moment, shaking his head

Warm Song pouted and said, "You didn't tell me this at all, you really don't consider me a good brother."

It turns out that this m.hetushu.com is what is referred to as 'inspection'. Shaoling's brows were already furrowed, and he shook his head repeatedly to express his feelings, saying, 'It's just like the confession of guilt in a government office...

It was as if time had flowed backward; she and Cheng Shaoling had once been hanging beneath the cliff, wrapped in the cloak...

"Partner..." Shaoling finally put down his pen. The warm song before him had a sincere expression, devoid of sarcasm or mockery. After a moment of thought, he simply replied: "There wasn't any in the past, but now... perhaps there is."

Shaoling finally smiled, although it was still silent, the corners of his eyes and lips curved like a new moon. Nuange stared at him in a daze, feeling warm inside. Although Shaoling spoke little, everything he did was to help her, and being with him was very comfortable, different from being with her sister and also different from being with Senior Brother Ji. Nuange knew that she must like Shaoling, yes, it must be so, good brother!

Hmph! The praise was simplified to a sound that came from the nostrils, but out of a curious itch in my heart, I shamelessly continued to ask: "How did you develop this skill? Did you also practice writing checks since you were young?"

If there is more to say, then you should write it yourself

Count and see... um... there are also about thirty or forty copies, not bad, not bad, warm https://www.hetushu.com. The song begins to make me feel pleased with myself. I feel a joy in my heart, and my writing becomes even faster. Just as I was writing, a gust of cold wind blew in through the window, causing the warm song to shiver; after all, the early spring night is still a bit cold.

Within the turquoise study of the pavilion by the water, the transcription of warm songs is in full swing. ... The so-called inspection ...! ... After all, I have written it too many times since childhood, the old routine! The difficulty lies in the sheer number of copies to be transcribed; my aunt is indeed ruthless!

Nuan Ge admitted that the window is a bit high, and others are also tall. For him, jumping into such a window at his height is indeed not easy. Coupled with the gentle evening breeze, the soft moonlight, and his graceful movements, relaxed expressions, and pleasing demeanor, one should say that she must feel happy, pleasantly surprised, and delighted

There is only one reason: he was wearing a cloak, and when someone entered, the cloak brushed against it, inadvertently knocking over the inkstone on the desk by the window, causing ink to spill out in abundance, soaking through the thirty or forty copies that Warm Song was diligently transcribing...

Shaoling glanced at her and said, "Otherwise, will you really have to copy until dawn like you do?"

Then the strange sound indeed came to an abrupt stop, but what followed was an even more terrifying roar, "Who has harmed me ... ... ah ... ... ah ... ... "

Shaoling did not refute, smiled lightly, and lazily took down four brushes from the pen rack, dipping them into the ink together. Indeed, the academy is founded on the cultivation of ink, and the ink is rich and smooth. Very good, very good

Warm Song, resting her chin on her hand, stared blankly...

The laughter and tears of Shaoling are both absurd, "You were never really a brother to begin with. I can only say that these four styles of writing are something I have practiced since childhood. They are not really any great skill, merely a form of self-entertainment. I never imagined that one day they would come in handy to help you."

After some thought, I leaned halfway out to get a clearer view. However, this action indeed led to a problem. The study was already situated at a higher elevation than the corridor of the waterside pavilion. At that moment, unexpectedly, a head suddenly appeared from the right side of the window, aligning perfectly with that of Nuange, our noses nearly touching, and we could even sense the warm breath escaping from each other's lips.

The warm singer propped her chin on her hand and blinked her eyes

Before long, the person sitting by the window, writing vigorously at the desk, had transformed into Shaoling

This story tells us that being cool must also be context-appropriate

It is not entirely ... ... "The warm song has a somewhat lost expression, 'Aunt said that the matters she entrusted to me are not being handled, and I am just idling around all day. Moreover, why should these matters be told to my parents, unnecessarily causing them worry.'"

The dimples instantly confirmed to Nuan Ge who the visitor was, but this realization also caused her to jump back three meters in an instant

"Little girl, don't expect me to help you come up with ideas anymore in the future." Shaoling snapped his fingers and flicked them towards Nuange's forehead.

"Is it because of what happened during the day that she treated you this way? Does she not fear that your parents will come back to confront her?"

The warm song instantly froze into stone, the eyes transformed into those of a gamecock, yet the gaze was precisely glued to the thin lips just below the tip of the other's nose, with a gradually deepening dimple emerging.

What does it mean to devise a scheme of sacrificing the plum for the peach under the instigation of treacherous individuals? Who are these treacherous individuals?" Shaoling half-closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he asked.

Of course. Nuan Ge shot him a glance, thinking that it would be foolish not to seize a big fool when one is available; she certainly was not a fool herself, so she straightforwardly instructed, "You may only sleep after you finish copying!"

I have known you for such a long time, yet I have never inquired about your background. What does your family do? I only know that you are from the capital. What is your family engaged in within the capital?

The anniversary celebration of the academy is approaching again, and my aunt has asked me to find some silver. Uh... let's not talk about that for now. I said, what should we do about the trouble you just caused?

In fact, this question does not require an answer; it is sufficient to simply act according to the meaning of the warm song.

Did you write as many as one hundred copies? " Shaoling questioned.

"They say you still don't count as a woman." Shaoling slightly propped himself on the windowsill, and before Nuan Ge could see clearly, the person had already jumped in

A drop of cold sweat trickled down Shaoling's forehead, and the reason for his distress was not solely due to the ink he had spilled; more importantly, there was a distinct handprint on the left cheek of Nuange.

"Let us discuss future matters at a later time. You have just ruined the one hundred copies of the inspection I completed. Please compensate for them promptly."

Oh my, he can actually write with four pens at once, and the handwriting he imitates is nearly indistinguishable from his own. If I had known him a few years earlier and asked him to help me write my self-criticism, it would have been such a delightful thing! My heart blooms with joy like flowers in full bloom, and it's not too late now, haha. What a talent, what a talent! Just look at his composed expression, his straight nose, truly a sight to behold.

Following the twitching corners of the warm song's mouth and eyes, Shaoling turned around and fully witnessed the scene of the disaster

A strange sound suddenly slid closer from outside the window... It resembled the turning of an axle, akin to the activation of a rusty hidden mechanism, and even more like the approach of an unknown object, making it particularly eerie and jarring in the depths of the night

Having finished speaking, he held a pen in each hand, one on the left and one on the right, and swiftly wrote on the four sheets of paper that had just been stacked. The style of writing truly resembled that of Nuan Ge himself. After writing two lines, he paused, pulled down the top sheet slightly, and continued. Occasionally, when dipping the pens in ink, some ink would drop onto the pristine white paper, spreading out in round shapes, resembling the increasingly wide mouth of Nuan Ge.

"Why are we taking four brushes together?" Nuan Ge asked curiously

The warm song tilted its head slightly, brushed its bangs, and spoke with an extremely kind tone, "Shaoling, what do you think we should do about this?"