It was the first time for Shen Qinghan to sleep in such a comfortable place, and he accidentally overslept. Someone called him in a blur, saying that the young lady was looking for him. He immediately came to his senses, and hurriedly sorted himself out to meet the young lady.

When I arrived at the door, I heard a few laughs from the gentle room, adding a bit of human warmth to the cold morning.

"Miss, can you clean up your room a little, where is there a lady who looks like a lady" Su Nan complained while helping Wen Wan tidy up the room.

"I don't clean up the room, because I'm a messy woman," came a gentle and pleasant voice.

"Miss," Su Nan roared gently.

"It's not big or small, what's wrong with your master, ah?" Wen Wan said lightly again, very flat.

Shen Qinghan knocked on the door.

"Come in," Wen Wan shouted.

Shen Qinghan pushed the door in, and sure enough, he saw the miserable room, clothes were thrown everywhere, the terrifying dust-breaking sword was thrown on the ground at will, and there was a long piano on the table, and there were scattered books next to it.

Su Nan glanced at Shen Qinghan, "Hey, why are you coming in? This is Miss's boudoir."

Wen Wan glanced at Su Nan, and then at Shen Qinghan, "Su Nan, don't you have good eyes, didn't you find that Qinghan hasn't reached the age of Shu Guan, people are still children now, it doesn't hurt to come in, Qinghan, don't care about Su Nan, this old mother"

"Miss, you are the old mother" Su Nan hugged a bunch of gentle clothes and yelled dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, good, Su Nan is not an old mother, Su Nan is a beautiful girl" Wen Wan used a coaxing tone to give Su Nan a good breath.

Shen Qinghan found that there was really no place to stay, so he retreated again, and asked loudly, "Miss, are you looking for me?"

"Oh, yes, follow me to the study, I'll leave it to you here, Miss Su" Wen Wan walked out with her steps, and Su Nan's helpless roar came from behind her.

The gentle study is rare clean and tidy, and everything is placed in an orderly manner.

Wen Wan came to the desk, picked up the pen, and wrote eight words, "I don't know the suffering, I don't believe in gods and Buddhas", and asked Shen Qinghan while writing, "Can you write?"

Shen Qinghan shook his head.

"Is that literate?" Wen Wan asked again.

Shen Qinghan shook his head again.

Putting down the pen, Wen Wan walked to Shen Qinghan's side and knocked on his head, "Why can't anything?"

returned to the desk, "Okay, I'll teach you, the people around me, you still have to be able to read and break words, I'll write some words for you today, take them back to copy, and bring them to me tomorrow to see."

On the second day, when Wen Wan took Shen Qinghan's copied words to read, she deeply realized for the first time what it means to be unsightly.

"I'll let you face my words, and the momentum of your words has overwhelmed mine," Wen Wan said bitterly.

Shen Qinghan lowered his head a little sadly, and when Wen Wan saw this, he blamed himself a little: Is it too serious?

He hurriedly said, "However, I just like this kind of challenging thing, it's okay, the coming day is long, let's take our time."

Said to take your time, but Wen Wan didn't do it. Wen Wan asked him to copy the calligraphy for two hours every day, and he had to memorize five hundred words, and the next day she had to check the calligraphy, and he had to test his words, and he had to answer one incorrectly, and he was beaten twice, and sometimes he was hit with a hot pain in his palms, and afterwards she would take the ointment to smear it on him carefully, which made people not annoying.

It's not good to dress up gently, but she is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is quite accomplished. So, Wen Wanyi taught him this, and after living for so long, Shen Qinghan knew for the first time the meaning of the word fulfillment. He came to work as a coachman, but he didn't touch the horse for a day, and he was forced to learn these things every day.

Wen Wan stood beside Shen Qinghan and watched him write, secretly praising Shen Qinghan for being a rare talent.

It's only been two months, and Shen Qinghan's words are already clear and beautiful, not as open and clawed as they were at the beginning. When I practiced calligraphy back then, I also wasted a lot of hard work from that master, and it took me no less than five years to practice to this level.

Someone knocked on the door, and "Miss" Su Nan called outside the door.

"What's the matter?" asked Wen Wan.

"The master is looking for you"

"Got it, I'll go later", walked to the door, and said to Shen Qinghan, "Practice hard, I'll come and see later"

"Hmm" Shen Qinghan raised his head and looked at her with a smile.

When she came to the old man's yard, Wen Wan didn't knock on the door, she pushed the door directly and walked in, "Are you looking for me?"

Wen Yao saw Wen Wan's disrespectful appearance, and there were a few more wrinkles on the old meaty face, and shouted, "Have you fed the dogs after learning etiquette? Don't you know how to knock on the door? Don't you know how to call your father?"

Wen Wan glanced at the so-called father lightly, "It seems that it's okay, then I'll go" really turned around and walked out.

Wen Yao said angrily, "You get back for me"

Wen Wan didn't plan to leave, she just wanted him to shut up quickly. I found a place to sit down, poured some tea, and took a few sips.

Wen Yao sat down in the main hall and said angrily, "I heard that you hired a coachman to come back, and you still collect it from the room every day, right?"

Wen Wan took a sip of tea unhurriedly before saying, "Yes"

"You rebel girl, do you want your reputation anymore, are you planning not to marry in this life?"

Wen Wan made a sarcastic smile, "Didn't you arrange it for your daughter? Prime Minister Li's stupid son, it doesn't matter if you want this reputation or not, right?"

"You...... You ......" Wen Yao was so angry that he couldn't speak. "I really regret giving birth to you in the first place"

Wen Wan got up, and when she walked to the door, she glanced back at Wen Yao coldly, "Coincidentally, you gave birth to me without my consent, and I'm also very angry."

"Get out," Wen Yao roared.

Wen Wan came to the study with a black face, Shen Qinghan looked up and saw Wen Wan's angry face, and asked softly, "Quarrel again?"

Wen Wan sat down, "Who quarrels with him? The old man can't see me well every day, and he always has to bury me to be more comfortable."

Shen Qinghan secretly felt sorry for her, she looked infinitely beautiful and chic, only he knew how indifferent she was to live. He's only been here for two months, and he's seen Wen Wan's expression three times.

Those good years always passed quickly, and he had been by Wen Wan's side for five years, and Wen Wan had taught him everything she had learned all her life.

Wen Wan got a chaise longue out of nowhere, placed it in the courtyard, and lay on it by herself, basking in the warm sun comfortably. Squinted his eyes and glanced at Shen Qinghan, and called, "Qinghan, play a little song and listen."

Shen Qinghan pulled out the jade flute on his waist and blew it gently, and the melodious flute sound floated throughout the courtyard, accompanied by a slightly cool wind, the years seemed to stand still.

At the beginning, Wen Wan wanted to teach him to play the qin, but he told Wen Wan that he wanted to learn the flute, so Wen Wan gave him a Xuanyu Ice Flute, which he named Yuexin.

The piano is too big, it is inconvenient to carry it at any time, the flute, but it is just right to carry on your body, if you have something upset, I will play a song for you, help you dissipate your sorrows, please your heart.

At the end of the song, Wen Wan stared at Shen Qinghan carefully, and said, "Why is it that five years have passed, you are still the same young as you were at the beginning, you should be a burly man now."

Shen Qinghan felt a little sad for no reason.

Born as a kun, he grows very slowly, and has an extremely long lifespan, what will he do if this cruel time takes Wen Wan away first.

But before he could finish his sorrows, his enlightenment teacher suffered a catastrophe and drove to the west early.