For a Prosperous World

Chapter 354: The eldest son in the family is always responsible for taking the blame

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The weather in March should have been the season of spring, but the winter wind was still blowing, and the chill hadn't melted. Pedestrians on the road with the fastest update of the apex novel pulled on their clothes, as if to prevent the cold wind from blowing in. Unfortunately, the clothes are thin, and their hands and feet are always cold. However, the past few days have been better. The streets are more or less lively. The Lantern Festival is approaching. In previous years, it was celebrated every year. This year should be the same.

The flowers and plants in the small courtyard haven't bloomed yet, and the few bunches of flowers in the grass are connected to the bones, and it will take a month or two to bloom. Judging from the appearance of the bone flower, it should look very good when it is opened.

The flowers and leaves were still stained with water droplets, and the sun was shining brightly, as if they had just been watered. In front of the house beside the flower bed, a girl is sitting under the eaves. He was wearing a simple cloth robe and was holding an ordinary sword in his arms.

The girl sat there in a daze, staring at the door and wondering what she was thinking, lost in thought. She was fascinated by the fact that a butterfly flew past her eyes, but she didn't even notice it.

"Crack." It wasn't until there was a soft sound from the backyard that the girl had some reaction.

Holding the sword, he got up and walked towards the backyard.

Before she reached the backyard, she saw a small figure sneaking in through the back door, gently closed the door, and tiptoed towards a door.

The girl looked at the man in the yard and grabbed the sword in her hand.

This is not the first time this book thief has come here, he has been caught several times by her and still dares to come here.

There is a book box in that room. Not many people know what books are in that book box. Usually, only two people will come to pick up books, and they will return them to the book box after reading.

One is the girl in the yard, and the other is Cao Ang, who is half a student of the owner of the bookbox.

There are many books and different types in the book box. Girls will read some, some are homework assigned by her master, and most of Cao Ang will borrow some military books, and occasionally borrow one or two idle books.

There are a few idle books in the book box, like novels, which remember the story of a general in white.

As for the villain who stole the book in the yard, it was Cao Ang's six-year-old brother Cao Pi.

That was one day, Cao Ang borrowed a book about the general in white. Although he didn't know why, the story of the general in white didn't have an ending, as if it came to an abrupt end.

But he likes this kind of stories about soldiers and horses, and he always read those books over and over again.

After reading it, it was getting late, so I planned to send it back tomorrow.

As a result, Cao Pi, who was playing in his room, read the book he borrowed that day.

Cao Pi read it so much that he forgot to eat dinner, and waited until Cao Ang came back before dragging him to ask where the book came from.

Cao Ang, who was annoyed by his younger brother and couldn't live in peace, also said this.

After that, Cao Pi thought about the female general in white almost every day, leading the fallen army to charge and kill in the flames of the Warring States Period.

In his opinion, such a woman is like no other in the world.

But he only read one book, and no longer knew the story behind it, and always felt restless after thinking about it.

Until one day, he couldn't bear it anymore, and slipped into the yard where the book box that his elder brother said was placed, found the book box, and stole a copy.

But after reading a few pages hungrily, he was caught by a girl with a sword and kicked out on the spot.

Since then, he has come to steal books from time to time, each time just to read a few pages. Of course, most of the time, they were caught before they saw it.

In front of the door.

Cao Pi looked around.

no one.

I was secretly happy in my heart, and was about to open the door and enter the room.

Something blocked her back, and her body froze there.

A sword with a sheath was behind him, and the one holding the sword was a girl in a cloth robe.

"How many times have I told you that you can't come here to read without the master's consent."

A girl's voice came from behind.

"Stubborn" Cao Pi wanted to reply, but the sword behind him hit the ground a little heavier, making him hold back the words behind him.

"You, you, let go first." Even with the scabbard, the girl's strength made him dare not move.

"I'll let you go." There was no sign of giving in in the girl's tone.

This made Cao Pi speechless again. He escaped from his mother with great difficulty. How could he be willing if he couldn't read a page

Gritting his teeth, he asked, "No, if you let me read four pages, how about I tell you something about your master?"

The sword behind his back loosened.

The person behind him didn't speak for a moment, and asked after a while, "Aren't you lying to me?"

She is not familiar with anyone in this place, and the master has never heard from her. Apart from reading and practicing sword every day, she only waters the flowers and plants planted by the master, and then sits in one place in a daze.

Sometimes she even wondered if it was because she felt that she was a drag and the master didn't want her to follow her anymore. Every time she thought of this, she felt a little at a loss, but she didn't know what to do.

"I never lie."

Cao Pi said that he felt the sword being withdrawn from behind his back.

Looking back, the girl hesitated.

He walked to the door and opened it, went in and took out a book.

"Is this the book?"

"Yes." Cao Pi's eyes lit up, he took the book, and sat on the ground to read it.

The four pages were read quickly, but I finished it in the time for a cup of tea.

It just happened to write about returning to Qin.

Cao Pi was holding the book, and he wanted to read further, but four pages had passed, so he took a deep breath while pinching the pages, closed the book and handed it back.

"Say four pages, just four pages."

"What you said just now is news from my master." The girl took the book and asked aloud.

Cao Pi stood up from the ground and patted the dust on his body.

Seeing the girl holding the book, she lowered her head and pursed her lips.

"I heard from my mother that my father wrote back at home, and he will be back before Shangyuan."

After speaking, he glanced at the girl.

"Your master should be the same."

"At that time, I will beg my father to let me be your master's student, so you won't be able to stop me from reading."

Before Shangyuan, it will be Shangyuan in a few days.

The girl's fingers touched the sword in her hand unconsciously, and she replied in a daze.

"Ok."

About three days before Shangyuan, the army returned to the city.

Gu Nan followed Cao Cao and the others back to the mansion. Far away, she saw people waiting in front of the mansion. One of them was a little girl with a sword in her hand, looking towards this side on tiptoe.

She saw Gu Nan, and when Gu Nan walked in and got off the horse, the girl ran over and hugged Gu Nan's waist with red eyes.

"Heh." Gu Nan smiled, and put his hand on her head: "Qi'er, why are you crying?"

"But someone bullied you, tell you to listen to Uncle Cao, and I will teach him for you."

As Cao Cao asked, he glanced at Cao Ang who was standing aside.

Cao Ang inexplicably felt a chill behind him, shivered, and smiled slightly: "Father, what are you looking at me for?"

Cao Pi stood beside Cao Ang, staring blankly at the girl's master, the gentleman in white.

He has not met a few times.

The man was wearing a white dress with armor on the outside and a bamboo hat on his head.

He was relatively short, and from his perspective, he could just see her.

That appearance was exactly the same as the general in white he had imagined.