Young Master Qianmian thought about this day, when he was thinking about his mistakes on the dangerous peak of the back mountain, but one after another he saw disciples being sent to the peak to think about their mistakes. When he asked the reason, he couldn't help but laugh.
He waited until the third watch before slipping down from the peak and coming to visit her.
Seeing her grandly occupying her adoptive father's bedroom and sleeping so carelessly, he couldn't help but feel proud of her.
In the entire Zixiao Pavilion, she was the only one who was not afraid of her adoptive father like a tiger. She clearly made her adoptive father furious, but he still did not kill her. Not only did he not kill her, she also gave up her bedroom. Even in this world, The only night-light pearl was given to her without hesitation.
He also heard that her taste was very difficult, and her disciples prepared dishes for her in various ways. After eating the dishes, she went to pay her respects, but her foster father was waiting outside for her.
When he heard these things, his jaw almost dropped, and he couldn't believe it was true.
But he thought again, only this eccentric girl could come up with such eccentric methods. Even her adoptive father was helpless against her, so it was not unfair for him to fall into her hands several times.
He sat by Shen Ning's bed for a long time, and then he quietly left until he estimated that the Master of Zixiao Pavilion was about to finish practicing.
The next morning, before Shen Ning had time to open her eyes, she smelled the tangy aroma of food.
"It smells so good, it smells so good!" She sniffed, got up from the bed, and followed the scent and saw that the table was filled with dishes, which were very rich.
Fragrant, sweet, sour, spicy, porridge, noodles, snacks, candied fruits, fruits and fine wine, everything she could think of was prepared.
She couldn't help but purse her lips and smile.
"The old fox is indeed cunning. He goes to great lengths to get what he wants."
Since the other party came to her door, of course she ate and drank without any ceremony.
When she had eaten and drank enough and walked out of the room for a walk, she saw the master of Zixiao Pavilion sitting in front of her in a wheelchair.
"Good morning, uncle!" She greeted with a smile, and at the same time looked at the Master of Zixiao Pavilion up and down, and shook her head.
"No, no, uncle, you look very bad, your eye circles are dark, your eyes are straight, your eyes are bloodshot, and your face is as blue as a ghost. Could it be that you changed places last night and didn't sleep all night? What if? If that’s the case, it’s my fault.”
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion did look very haggard, and it was true that he had not slept all night, but it was just that he couldn't sleep, not that he didn't want to sleep.
Since he got "Sun Tzu's Art of War", apart from practicing hard at the third watch, he spent the rest of the time reading this military book. The more he read, the more profound the meaning became, especially the part about formations. Almost every The formations were all incredible and beyond his expectation. The more he read, the more dizzy he became. By daybreak, he already had a splitting headache and had to take an analgesic pill.
But the more this happened, the more he felt that the military book was profound and profound, and that it was a rare good book. He was even more thirsty for the "Thirty-six Strategies" that Shen Ning had not yet written silently, and wished he could take a look at it as soon as possible.
So he gave instructions to his disciples early in the morning, and before Shen Ning could say anything, he prepared all the things she wanted and asked her to eat and drink enough so that she could memorize it for herself.