"Master?"
"Master!"
Nanyang suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Yun Tang, who was dissatisfied in the hall.
"Master, why are you in a daze? You can still be distracted when you are teaching?" Yun Tang couldn't help laughing. She had seen many teachers teaching above and students distracted below, but she had never seen the teacher himself distracted during the lecture. .
Bianzi, who was sitting beside Yuntang, yawned.
"Where did I just talk about it?" Nanyang lowered her head and flipped through the book, but the book was turned over by the wind blowing outside the window, and she couldn't find the spot where she had just stopped.
"The 105th page of "Tiangang Ten Square Array", the judgment of the ten major directions of life." Yuntang reminded.
Bianzi yawned again and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"Oh... I'm looking for it."
Nanyang doesn't always like to be so distracted, but she has been holding a heavy thing in her heart for the past two days. She has to think about eating and sleeping, and sometimes thinking about people's thoughts is far away.
Yun Tang complained: "Fortunately, Junior Sister Qinghuan was sent to Hongfei Pavilion to study. If she studies with you, she will probably not know anything after 20 years of study."
Bianzi squinted and murmured: "Don't worry, Qing Huan won't listen carefully in Hongfei Pavilion for something so boring as "Tiangang Ten Square Array", I'm afraid she will doze off like me."
"Just be lazy, sooner or later, you will fall into a dangerous place, and regret not learning the formation method!" Yun Tang pushed the edge to take advantage of it.
Nanyang looked at the book, but couldn't read a word. She simply put the book together and stood up: "Forget it, I'll be here first today, you guys practice swords well after class, I still have something to do."
She wanted to go to the Sword Casting Pond to have a look.
Tomorrow is Qinghuan's sixteenth birthday, and she hasn't decided what birthday present to give her. It would be great if that six-year-old sword could be finished.
As soon as she walked out of the pavilion, the disciples of Bei Pu, near and far, all knelt down when they saw her, and greeted her, "I see you, Your Highness."
She was also used to being worshipped by others. As a respected lord, it was common for her to be worshipped wherever she went.
Came to the casting sword pool, opened the stone gate, and the scorching heat wave rushed toward the face. Rong Huai was standing by the pool in a thin shirt, holding a book in one hand and touching his chin in the other, as if he was thinking about something. Hearing the noise behind him, he came back to his senses and greeted Nanyang with a smile: "You're here."
"My sword..."
"Okay, okay, I know that your sword is your sword. Every time you open your mouth, it's your sword. For this sword, what do you think you have done to yourself?" Rong Huai said, He glanced at the scalded scar on Nanyang's left wrist when he cast the sword, "However, don't get your hopes up too much, I think it will take more than a year to heal."
"One more year?"
Nanyang was worried, and she didn't have to send it again.
"What are you anxious about? Qing Huan is only fifteen years old. She is so young and weak in skill. Even if the sword is cast, she won't be able to use it." Rong Huai looked at Nan Yang's expression and thought it was a little funny. His esteemed lord has always been alienated and indifferent to others, but he has a lot of experience with her little apprentice. Every year when Qing Huan's birthday is approaching, Nan Yang will frown for several days, searching for what gift to give.
"Why don't you give her a copy of your calligraphy. Your calligraphy is famous all over the world, and she must have one that can be used as a family heirloom."
"... She's still young, so this isn't very practical."
"Then...or if you ask Hongfei Pavilion to give her a day off and take her to play for a day, she will definitely be very happy."
"So... I think so too." Nan Yang nodded and accepted Rong Huai's suggestion.
Anyway, tomorrow is her birthday, so it should be possible to give her a holiday from this afternoon.
Nanyang said goodbye to Rong Huai and went directly to Hongfei Pavilion.
When she got there, Hongfei Pavilion was in class. Seeing her walk into the class, Ping Zi Lai hurriedly put down everything in her hand, and hurriedly knelt down to her, and all the students in the class hurriedly knelt down beside the desk. For a while, there was a piece of white clothes on the ground, but in one corner, there was a girl lying on the table sleeping soundly.
"Your Majesty is here, do you have any orders?" Pingzi Lai asked respectfully as he lay down on the ground.
Nanyang's eyes were fixed on the sleeping girl in the corner. She waved her hand, indicating that all the kneeling people would get up. Then he held his hands behind his back and walked step by step towards that inconspicuous corner.
The sunlight outside the window shone on half of the girl's soft face, and every eyebrow was clearly lined in the warm light. She rested her face on a book, opened her mouth a little, and drooled over the book.
The corners of Nanyang's mouth moved, as if he was smiling, but at the same time he didn't seem to be smiling. She stretched out her hand, pinched the girl's tender face, and called her softly, "Qing Huan."
Qing Huan opened her eyes in confusion, and saw Nan Yang's figure vaguely. She was so frightened that she quickly got up from the table, lifted her robe and knelt down: "Master..."
Nanyang held her arm and didn't let her really kneel. Qing Huan's expression was still a little stunned, a large red mark appeared on half of her face, and there was still a piece of saliva at the corner of her mouth, shining brightly in the sun.
Nanyang took out a handkerchief and gently covered Qinghuan's mouth to help her wipe it clean.
Qinghuan didn't dare to move, she looked carefully into Nanyang's eyes, she thought that Master would be angry when she saw her sleeping in class, but Nanyang didn't seem to be angry, and his face was still expressionless.
After wiping, Nan Yang took Qing Huan's hand and led her straight to the door.
"Give her a day off."
When passing by Ping Zilai, a cold voice came.
Qing Huan was pulled by Nan Yang's hand, she felt dizzy for a while, she couldn't help but pinched the back of Nan Yang's hand lightly. Nanyang's hands are very soft, because she is the venerable master and doesn't need to do any work. The only place where there is a cocoon is the part where the outside of the index finger connects to the tiger's mouth. Qing Huan likes to touch it very much. She likes to scratch the roughest part of Nanyang's hand with her soft fingertips.
Nanyang felt that Qinghuan was pinching herself. She didn't like such a frivolous behavior, but she didn't say anything, and didn't even let go of Qinghuan's hand because of this, she only asked, "Tomorrow is your birthday, do you have any? Want something?"
"I like whatever Master gives." Qing Huan said with a smile.
Nanyang expected her to say that. Qing Huan is always tolerant to Nanyang, she will return the right to choose all issues to Nanyang, Nanyang can choose anything, and she will accept whatever she chooses.
"I'll take you down the mountain for a day." Nanyang said lightly, "However, if you can't go too far, just take a stroll around the village at the foot of the mountain."
"Okay, I've always wanted to visit there."
Qing Huan really expressed her expectations in a very respectful manner.
"Tomorrow is your birthday, I won't say anything about you this time," Nanyang's cold voice sounded again, "but the next time I find you sleeping in class, I'm going to get on the ruler."
"understood."
Qing Huan pouted. She didn't believe that Master was really willing to beat her.
Beifu has always not allowed underage disciples to go down the mountain. The mountain gate is always guarded by more than a dozen disciples. The adult disciples who want to go down the mountain must also have a task and hold the waist card given by the Lord to pass. Qing Huan was picked up by Nanyang when he was a child, and he never went down the mountain. In his dreams, he wanted to know what the rivers and lakes outside the North Punishment were like. Although I can't set foot in the Central Plains this time, it is not bad to be able to go around the foot of the mountain.
The village at the foot of the mountain has been blessed by the Northern Punishment for many years, and they have the greatest goodwill towards the North Punishment disciples who come and go. Therefore, as soon as Nanyang brought Qinghuan into the village, everyone who saw them in white would bow their heads and say hello.
It was in this small village that Nanyang first met Qinghuan, who was bruised and bruised because of two steamed buns. She had always been reluctant to care about the mundane affairs. She became her third apprentice. You must know that ordinary Northern Punishment disciples who have worked hard all their lives may not have the chance to be accepted by the Honored Lord, but Nanyang broke his own principles so easily and accepted the arrival of Qinghuan.
Back at the old place, Qing Huan was somewhat impressed by the streets here. The village left her with bad memories, and she felt a little uncomfortable. But looking at Nan Yang next to her, she didn't say anything.
She didn't want to ruin Nanyang's good mood.
"I have a thatched hut here," Nanyang walked ahead and pointed in a direction with his chin. "Sometimes it's too late to go up the mountain, so I'll rest there for a night. Do you want to come with me?"
"Okay, I'll go wherever Master goes."
Nanyang smiled without a trace.
Sticky little guy.
The thatched hut has not been patronized for a long time. As soon as you enter the house, a strong smell of dust hits your face. Qing Huan pulled Nan Yang out and let her sit on the stone steps outside: "Master, take a seat, I'll fetch water to clean up the house."
"Um."
So Nanyang sat there with peace of mind and waited for Qinghuan to clean up. She looked up at Qing Huan carrying the bucket in and out, and didn't want to help. It's not that she doesn't want to help, it's that she doesn't have the concept of helping out at all. In her world, laundry, cooking, and sweeping have nothing to do with her being a lord. It shouldn't have mattered.
People in high positions are like this, they are used to being pampered, and they are full of extravagance.
Qing Huan finally wiped the house almost completely, her face was covered in ashes, and before she could dry the water on her hands, she heard Nan Yang say, "I'm hungry."
Qing Huan immediately put down the water basin and wiped the sweat from the side of her face with her shoulders: "I'll cook for you."
Nanyang nodded: "Yes."
Qing Huan has always been good at cooking, and he is especially good at sticking to the taste of Nanyang. She knows that Nanyang likes sweets and eats sugar every day. If she doesn't eat sugar today, she must put a lot of sugar in the dishes she eats. Nanyang's indifferent temperament has almost no likes and dislikes. The only thing he prefers is to eat sweets. Of course, Qinghuan takes it to heart.
"I'll go buy some food." Qing Huan put down her sleeves, "I looked at the stove, and there was nothing."
Something is strange. Nanyang usually doesn't cook by himself.
"I'll accompany you to buy." Nanyang stood up from the wooden bench that was polished by Qinghuan.
"Okay," Qing Huan would never refuse Nan Yang's request, "Master, pay for it, I'm so poor."
Nanyang glanced at her coldly.
Poor or poor, she gives her a large bag of silver every month. Hongfei Pavilion is a son of a famous family, and money is indispensable in his pocket. Qing Huan is an orphan. Nanyang is afraid that she will be discriminated against among his disciples, so he generously provides her with a lot of money. She didn't want Qing Huan to stand upright in front of others.
How much did she give her? If the money is taken out alone, another sect can be created. If she called poor again, there would be no rich people in the North Punishment.
What Nanyang didn't know was that every time Qing Huan received the money, he would secretly send it back to the Rongku Pavilion again. Over the years, it was basically the same bag of silver that Nanyang sent over, and she sent it back. She knows that Nanyang is not short of money, but she still wants to leave all the best to her master, even if it is superfluous or unnecessary, she also wants to leave it all to her.
"What do you want to eat, Master?" Qing Huan walked in front, tilting her head, thinking about the vegetables she wanted to buy.
"It's fine." Nanyang replied lightly.
"Okay, I'll buy it," Qing Huan pursed her lips and was silent for a while, then smiled again, "I've always been cooking for Master, and it's my birthday tomorrow, can Master cook for me too, as I birthday present?"
"No." Nanyang simply refused.
"I'll teach you." Qing Huan said softly.
"I don't want to learn."
There was no expression on Nanyang's face.
Qing Huan hesitated to speak, but finally closed his mouth and didn't mention it again.
Also, Nanyang's hand is used to hold the sword and write. With such a beautiful hand, how could she bear to let it touch the pots and pans and the dirty stove
Qing Huan sighed silently in her heart. It's just that it's a pity that I haven't had a chance to eat Nanyang's own cooking in this life.