Feeling that Kang Ting was next to him, but he didn't move for a long time, Jin Shu's heart was even more anxious, and the residual pain on his palm had not disappeared, could it be that he would fight again?

She is aggrieved in her heart, she is obviously working hard to do everything, but she has no talent and no foundation, and the actual situation is that she can't even write a word.

Jin Shu now admits from the bottom of her heart that she is "semi-literate", these things are really out of line!

She didn't dare to look up to see what Kang Ting's expression was now, she could only pretend to be casual and stubbornly bury her head and stubbornly write crooked traditional Chinese characters of different sizes with a brush.

It's just that the expected board has not come down, but I heard Kang Ting sigh helplessly.

Kang Ting slowly knelt down and sat behind Jinshu, bypassed her body, held her hand holding the pen, and whispered behind his ear: "You follow my strength first, don't panic, come one stroke at a time." ”

Jin Shu turned her head and looked at his handsome face in front of her, and her heart was beating violently.

"What's wrong?"

With Kang Ting's soft call, Jin Shu retracted his head: "It's okay, it's just that Uncle Kang is angry or not." ”

Contin didn't reply to her, but took her hand and began to write on rice paper.

Jin Shu didn't dare to be sloppy anymore, and seriously remembered the strength and stroke of every word of Kang Ting's pen, line, and pen.

Accompanied by Kang Ting, Jin Shu finally completed the transcription of this article.

Looking at the vastly different handwriting before and after, she turned her head to look at Kang Ting, and said seriously: "Uncle Kang, I'm sorry for you." ”

Facing Jinshu, who suddenly entered a "mature state", Kang Ting seemed a little helpless, so he had to stand up from her side immediately.

In order to hide the discomfort on his face, he coughed lightly, and immediately changed back to the appearance of Yan Shi just now, and scolded: "Just your word, even if you write a shocking prescription, others will not look down on it." In the future, in class, you can just transcribe "The Ancient Theory of Innocence", and one day I think you can catch your eyes, and you will learn the next one. ”

Jin Shu lowered her head silently when she heard this, and she couldn't see any expression clearly, looking a little gloomy.

Seeing this, Conting couldn't help but feel pity, so he began to reflect on himself, wondering if he was too strict, and said more heavily.

But what about the actual situation? After Jinshu lowered her head, her mouth was about to burst with laughter.

After she learned about the huge knowledge system of Chinese medicine in Kang Ting's words and deeds, she was immediately a little discouraged. Not to mention the piles of ancient books that are difficult to memorize, and the prescriptions are complicated, just the most basic knowledge of feeling the pulse is enough to study for a lifetime.

She knew very well that she had no talent for studying medicine.

Although it is shameful to give up halfway, if you pretend to stick to it, it is nothing more than a waste of your own time and Contin's time.

just remembered that he had brought up the matter of studying medicine, and Kang Ting had always had high hopes for himself, feeling that if he took the initiative to tell Kang Ting to give up, he would more or less look down on him, and he had no reason to run from his house to Kangfu.

She'd been agonizing lately about how to tell Contin about it. No, Kang Ting really said it, and once again successfully helped her solve the problem.

He was overjoyed, but deep down he kept reminding himself to keep a low profile, so as not to be suspicious of Contin.

Seeing that Jin Shu was silent for a long time, sitting there with his head buried in his head, Kang Ting's guilt deepened, and he took the initiative to shout: "Jin Shu." ”

"Huh?" Jin Shu gathered her emotions and looked up at Kang Ting.

"Has your father never hired a decent teacher for you?" Thinking that Jin Shu's words were not as good as those of the five-year-old weak boy in the clan, Kang Ting automatically attributed this stubble to Zhao Chi.

Listening to the concern in Kang Ting's words, Jin Shu knew that he was moved by compassion, and said with the situation: "Ruide is studying in the Yixue run by the Qu family, and as for the sisters and sisters, they are all taught by the eldest lady in her spare time, and they all know a few words more or less. ...... on my side."

As Jin Shu expected, I saw Kang Ting's eyes flickering when he heard the words, and the seriousness on his face just now had long since disappeared, replaced by a look of unbearable expression.

Jin Shu lowered her head and smiled quietly, brushed her scattered ear hair with her hand, and thought: Kang Ting, no wonder I pretend to be pitiful in front of you, you are too ruthless, my claws will definitely be useless if you beat me like this again.

Where did Kang Ting know about these little tricks played by Jin Shu, and she only lowered her head when she was wronged.

Thinking that Jin Shu had been wronged in the Zhao family, his heart was even more sour, so he squatted down gently, took Jin Shu's little hand, and comforted: "Jin Shu, I'm too anxious." You can't even read and write, but I always want to pour such a lot of hard stuff into you. Let's take our time in the future, you can learn as much as you can. ”

Jin Shu listened to Kang Ting's soft words as if she was released, and cried with joy at the moment.

She thought that after a month of painful torture, she finally managed to see the moon, turned over as a serf and sang.

Seeing Jinshu suddenly crying, Kang Ting thought that she was wronged because of herself, and she blamed herself even more. I just said that I wanted to be her dependence, why did I make her cry like this in a few days.

"Don't cry, it's all my fault. ”

After speaking, Kang Ting gently pressed Jinshu's head into his arms, patted her back one by one, and comforted her with kind words.

Not long after, Lerin reported outside the house, "Dinner has been prepared, and the young master and the girl are invited to dine." ”

Kang Ting gently wiped away her tears for Jinshu, and led Jinshu to the main hall, where Master Kang and Mrs. Kang were already seated.

They saw that Jin Shu's eyes were red, and they hurriedly asked Jin Shu what was going on.

After knowing what happened, the two comforted Jinshu while taking turns to teach Kang Ting a lesson.

"She's a little child, why are you treating her so badly! I finally have a granddaughter, and you treat her like this?"

"......" Hearing these words come out of his father's mouth, Conting was really speechless.

I think of when I was eight years old, I got up at dawn every day, reciting books, and the slightest mistake was a crackling ring ruler. After breakfast, he carried a heavy medicine box for his father and shuttled inside and outside the palace, no matter how hot or cold it was, he had a stop every day.

Aren't you a child?

What did my father think of himself at that time? Contin couldn't help but cry when he thought of this.

Jin Shu watched the husband and wife take care of themselves, and felt that the three members of the Kang family were sincerely good to her, and she couldn't help but be a little sour by this situation.

This meal was unexpectedly heartwarming.

After eating and saying goodbye to the second elder, Kang Ting personally sent Jin Shu to the sedan chair and instructed his sedan chair driver: "You must watch Jin Shu enter the door of the Zhao Mansion before leaving." ”

"Got it, young master. ”

Although every time he sent Jinshu back to Zhao's mansion, Kang Ting would tell him this sentence, but the well-trained sedan chair drivers still answered seriously and seriously, and they did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Contin stood outside the door and watched them leave until the group was gone.

After returning to the side courtyard of Zhao's mansion, Jin Shu hurriedly went to Aunt Jin's house to greet her.

It's just that when she entered the house, Wan Rui was looking sad, and Aunt Jin was leaning on the soft pillow on the kang and looked a little weak. By the dim candlelight, Jin Shu saw a deep pinch mark on Aunt Jin's erect neck.

She hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern, "Mother, how did the pinch mark on your neck come from?"

Aunt Jin watched Jin Shu come to greet her, sighed slightly, asked her to sit aside, and then told her what happened today.