In the days that followed.

The three of Yu Chiyi, even Jiang Chenxi, who writes well with a brush, were also implicated, and all of them had small sandbags on their wrists, and they came to the study every day to practice writing.

Why not let them practice in their own homes.

"Hehe" An Xin said that if they could settle down at home to practice calligraphy, several elders would not chase her for three streets.

Plug all the dog holes in her house, and try your best to let her accept them, these lawless little overlords.

Yu Chiyi, Gao Tai, and Chen Qibao were practicing calligraphy with bitter faces over there.

An Xin knew that the four of them were all military generals in their families, and no matter whether they had the ability to take the imperial examination or not, the royal family would not let them easily follow the path of civil servants.

Looking at a few sturdy and handsome kids, An Xin touched her chin, she thought she should know what to teach them.

So he took out a pen and paper and began to write down the 36 strategies of Sun Tzu's Art of War, as well as Sun Tzu's Art of War, ten articles.

Sun Tzu's Art of War, Counting.

Sun Tzu's Art of War, Combat Chapter.

Sun Tzu's Art of War, Seeking Attack.

Sun Tzu's Art of War, Form.

Sun Tzu's Art of War, Momentum.

Sun Tzu's Art of War, fiction and reality.

Sun Tzu's Art of War, Military Struggle.

Sun Tzu's Art of War, Nine Changes.

Sun Tzu's Art of War, March.

The Art of War, Topography.

Each article here is a treasure for the general.

Since I have accepted them as disciples, I can't mistake people's children for not, so I have to teach them some skills.

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In the early morning of this day, the morning sun was rising, and the golden light sprinkled the courtyard.

An Xin breathed in the fresh air, passed by the small garden, saw the grass with tender yellow buds, and felt the breath of spring.

But when she walked into the study, she saw Jiang Chenxi standing alone in front of her desk practicing calligraphy, and An Xin smiled faintly.

Tomorrow is the last day of the exam, and these boys can't stand the pain of studying and don't come to class, so I can't blame her.

Those stinky boys who had been suffocating in the tribute courtyard for nine days and six nights of hard work, if she dared not pick them up, An Xin could guarantee that she would have a wonderful life in the future.

Jiang Chenxi came to the study today, and when he saw that he was alone, he began to think that the three of Yu Chiyi were just a little late.

Unexpectedly, the sun had risen high, and before they came, Jiang Chenxi knew that these second-class goods had skipped class again as before.

Looking up and seeing the female gentleman who walked in with a calm face, as if he didn't realize that he was missing a few students, Jiang Chenxi knew that they were not welcomed.

If it weren't for General Wei Chi's dead-faced blockage, I'm afraid that this woman who taught six amazing and brilliant students would not necessarily accept them as disciples.

Jiang Chenxi may have been unimpressed with this before, but in the past few days, he has been cleaning up the big desk for An Xin, and he accidentally saw a few pages of things she wrote.

It simply made Jiang Chenxi, who was born in the Cheng'en Mansion and guarded the Southwest Munanguan in the past dynasties, and who had been exposed to the art of war since he was a child, almost took it into his arms and stole it back from shock to joy, and slowly studied those strategies and art of war.

And he was clung to a pile and saw a few pages.

Not to mention that he is gone, even if this woman picks him up now, Jiang Chenxi, who knows that An Xin has real skills, will not leave.

An Xin ignored him, sitting there drinking tea and reading a book, but it would be better if there was no soothing music.

The trio here is happily running to a teahouse, ordering a pot of good tea, asking for the signature refreshments in the building, eating, drinking, that beautiful!

Hearing the storyteller talk about the highlights, several people also threw down some scattered silver as rewards, which showed the image of the gentleman and the resentment to the fullest.

However, a few people came to Anxin to take classes here, and they temporarily discussed skipping class halfway, and now they are not far from Liuxiang where An Xin lives.

After the three of them ate and drank well and paid the money, they had to go downstairs to think of where to spend their time and wait until it was time to go home, so that the father would not find out that he had not gone to the woman's class.

Let them practice calligraphy every day, their wrists are swollen, and it would be a fool not to skip class.

But a few people were unlucky that they met not far from the teahouse, and their family background was bigger than them, and they didn't deal with them, and Feng Shaolin, the only grandson of An Guogong who was more chaotic than them.

"Yo, isn't this Wei Chiyi, who worships a woman as a teacher, Gao Tai is stupid, and Chen is timid? Why didn't you go to school today, it couldn't be skipping class?! ”

Feng Shaolin stopped in front of them and looked at a few people with a mocking expression.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a fat body and a faint blue and black under his eyes, he looked like he had lost too much sperm at a young age.

"Get out of the way, it's none of your business." Wei Chiyi said coldly, he didn't want to be with Feng Shaolin at all, he just wanted to leave quickly.

No one in the capital who doesn't know the Anguo Mansion is unreasonable, because his family has a virtuous concubine Niangniang who gave birth to a prince in the palace, and although other families don't like the people in Anguo Mansion, they don't dare to offend easily.

"If I don't get out of the way, what can you do!" Feng Shaolin's eyes suddenly rolled, and a lewd light flashed in his eyes, "I heard that the female gentleman you worship is very young and good-looking."

Master, I've tasted all women, and I haven't slept with a female gentleman, as long as you help me get that woman.

Not only will I let you go today, but I won't be looking for you in the future......"

"Fuck your uncle!" Before the "annoyance" in Feng Shaolin's mouth could be spoken, he was punched by Wei Chiyi in the face.

Although he skipped class, it didn't mean that he would insult An Xin at will.

After rescuing each other several times, Wei Chiyi actually liked and respected An Xin very much in his heart, how could he allow someone to say such obscene things to her.

"Oh, how dare you ......" Feng Shaolin covered the place where he was beaten, and couldn't say the complete words for a while.

However, the guards who were following Feng Shaolin to protect him saw that their young master was beaten, and immediately tried to catch the three of them.

Several of them are children of military generals, and they can not read well since they were children, but they must practice martial arts solidly.

But in the end, they were outnumbered, Chen Qibao saw that the form was very unfavorable to them, with Yu Chiyi and Gao Tai in front, he turned around and ran away smartly.

The guards of the Anguo Mansion didn't care, after all, they were all sons in the capital, and even if they were really caught, the Anguo Mansion wouldn't really do anything to them.

Because this place is not far from An Xin's house, Chen Qibao will naturally go to the nearest place to find rescuers.

In the study here, Jiang Chenxi practiced silently, not giving An Xin a chance to leave.

An Xin leaned back in the chair and squinted his eyes casually to read, and was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, but he was exclaimed by an exclamation from outside the study, and the noise was stirred.

Then I saw Chen Qibao stumbling and panting and running in, "First... Sir, quick... Just go... Save Ah Yi and Gao Tai ......"