"March, come here." The girl's smart amber eyes bent up, and she hooked her finger to the maid on the side and said, with a little ill-will in her expression.

March also rolled his eyes, walked to the side to grind, and said bitterly: "Miss, don't want to be lazy, since you have apprenticed, then listen to the master!"

This little ancestor, she just came to her mind, on the other hand, she sat on the side and danced a bamboo flute, her eldest lady would never let January do this, because people don't care about this at all.

Zhan Qing pursed his lips, his whole head lay on the desk, and it took him a long time to get up, take a pen from the pen stand on the side, dip it in ink and copy it.

When I turned around in January, I saw the girl in black cross-legged, writing hard in the sun, her thin lips pursed and smiled slightly, and she put the bamboo flute in her hand on her lips leisurely and blew it gently.

The melodious sound of the flute lingered in the small courtyard.

It wasn't until there was only a shallow shade of red left in the west that Zhan Qing put down the pen in his hand, shook his hand, exhaled and relaxed: "Let's eat."

With that, he closed the book on the table.

March grinded for a long time, and felt bored, and instantly a little happy, and hurriedly greeted the guard standing outside the door: "Hurry up, bring dinner in, the eldest lady is hungry."

"Wait, prepare three servings of chopsticks." Without a pause, the guard walked straight to the kitchen in the courtyard.

"Miss, this is not in line with etiquette!" March looked at the black-clothed girl who rubbed her wrists at the desk and said softly.

"It's not in the house, so you don't have to care about so many etiquette."

The corners of Zhanqing's lips curled, and Junxiu's fair face was full of smiles.

However, in January, after the guards set up the dishes and chopsticks, when Zhanqing sat down, they skillfully put the bamboo flute on their chests and sat down to eat together.

"In January, I will go to the frontier in a few days to visit your father." After the Qingming Festival, there is the day of forgiveness, and all the provinces will let people go to visit their relatives.

January lowered his eyes, stayed there quietly with the bamboo flute on his chest, and then looked up at Zhan Qing: "Miss, don't worry about January, I have no home after my aunt died, and I will only have a habitat in the General's Mansion in the future!"

She smiled indifferently, her voice softening.

"It's up to you!"

It took Zhan Qing ten days to finally finish copying a bunch of scriptures and bring them to his small courtyard according to Shanyuan's request.

Shanyuan saw the half-arm-high paper manuscript, his narrow eyes smiled, and said, "The apprentice is making good progress, I thought you would have to copy it until you returned home."

Zhan Qing's face was full of blankness, and his amber eyes looked at the bald monk who was joking in front of him: "Master, you are joking casually like this, but it is very damaging to your master's image."

"I don't care about that."

His face was warm and warm, and he said leisurely.

……

In the small courtyard of Zizhu, a girl dressed in black took out a bunch of freshly picked bamboo leaves from the bamboo basket in the hands of the maid on the side, injected internal force, and shot at the bamboo, but only a shallow mark could be drawn on the surface of the bamboo, which was completely far from the death of a leaf in the book I had read before.

"Miss, don't be too anxious, the practice is gradual." March took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat beads from Zhanqing's forehead.

"I know." Zhan Qing exhaled, and was about to take out the bamboo leaves from the bamboo basket again, when a long, calloused hand pressed between her wrists.

A look up.

It was January's calm and watery face, January lowered her eyes and moved her hand out, looking at her wrist that had been slightly red and swollen because of the exertion, and said in a deep voice: "Take a half-day break today, and if you continue to practice like this, you probably won't be able to eat in the next few days."

"Good!" Zhan Qing readily agreed, January is not only a practitioner, but also understands some pharmacology; She naturally listens to her words.

But...... Zhan Qing looked at the shallow marks on her body, and was a little depressed, as the young master of the organ family who was proficient in the hidden weapons of the organ, she missed this internal force cultivation.

If you let her make something, make sure that this ink bamboo will break with one blow, but unfortunately she is currently practicing internal strength, after all, the book that Shanyuan threw to her to practice internal force was not given in vain.

Let her learn to inject internal force into bamboo leaves, but also to make her proficient in letting internal force flow in the meridians.