CH 20

Pure: published this chapter on my phone, so its really hard for me to make changes.

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Chapter 20: Ugly Handwriting Will Be Reprimanded

She saw everyone in the Qin hall were delicate little girls, and when they heard her entering the door, they all looked at her.

Wen Yantong still remembered that she was a woman disguised as a man and stopped her steps.

Teacher Zhao noticed that she had stopped, so he turned his head. "Come in. Why stop outside the door?"

Wen Yantong then continued to go inside, remembering that Shao Jing was not a country where interactions between men and women were heavily restricted. Although there was a concept, their thoughts are not as feudal.

After she brought the xiqin into the hall, many girls cast curious glances at her. Some even looked at her boldly, which made her feel uncomfortable.

The qin teacher was a woman in her thirties. However, with no wrinkles on her face, she looked very young. After seeing the xiqin, she hurried over to pick it up and fiddled with it in her hand. She then smiled and asked Wen Yantong, "Are you the student who can play xiqin?"

When Wen Yantong saw a mole by her mouth, she quickly figured out this person's identity. translate(d) by puretl . com / do not steal / re po/st

This woman's name was Hua Mo. She has been learning the qin in the palace since she was a child. She was originally an imperial musician. Every time there was a banquet in the palace, her presence was always indispensable.

When the emperor personally ordered Songhai Academy to recruit female students, he appointed her to teach the girls qi. This was a great honor for the academy.

Hua Mo was just a soy sauce character and had no use in the book, but her guqin skills were famed.

Wen Yantong replied respectfully, "This student only knows how to play a little."

Hua Mo took her hand. "Come here. Play a tune, and let me hear it."

Her strength was very light, Wen Yantong walked a few steps along the way and sat on a chair. Hua Mo meticulously put her crutches beside her.

Wen Yantong placed the xiqin on her lap, fiddled with the bow, and then casually played a tune based on memory.

Xiqin was different from guqin. Xiqin's melody was long and strong, and even if the tune was out of tune, it would still sound sentimental.

After listening to it, Hua Mo was very happy and repeatedly exclaimed. "Perfect! You are the one! This way, our song will definitely be awarded in the banquet competition!"

Wen Yantong didn't expect it to be so easy, so she smiled shyly. "Teacher overpraised. It's just some simple tunes."

"Teacher this, teacher that! I'm only a few years older than you. Just call me Sister Hua." Hua Mo said with a smile. "After you go back, practice all the songs you're good at and show them to me in a few days. I will pick one that can be harmonized with the guqins."

Wen Yantong didn't expose the fact that she was in her thirties and nodded in agreement.

"You should listen to our guqin!" Hua Mo liked Wen Yantong's character very much, so she clapped her hands excitedly and said to the girls, "Come on girls. Let's play what we had rehearsed."

These girls have been practicing for a long time. After listening to Hua Mo's command, they got ready and hovered their hands on their guqin. When Hua Mo waved her hands, all the qin sounds sounded at the same time.

The sound of the guqin was clear and distant, and the rhythm of this piece was slow. It sounded refreshing and inexplicably quiet.

Wen Yantong almost immediately thought of a song to harmonize with it.

While listening, she also casually observed the girls playing the qin’s but unexpectedly found that the female antagonist in the book was also among them.

It was Fu Tanghuan's half-sister born from one of her father’s concubines, Fu Shi.

When Wen Yantong was reading the book, she really hated this person and hoped that the author would kill her as soon as possible. However, Fu Shi was clever and extremely cunning and had escaped death many times.

Now that she transmigrated into this book, Wen Yantong was quite afraid of her.

A wicked, scheming white lotus… Who was not afraid?

As soon as Wen Yantong saw her, she couldn't sit still. After the song was over, she used her leg pain as an excuse to leave the Qin hall in a hurry.

Fu Shi was very calculating and will always avenge her grudges. If she provoked her in any way, she will definitely be secretly plotted by her.

Her lame leg was already pitiful enough. It would be unreasonable to be calculated against as well.

The most urgent matter was to find a way to hug Chi Jingxi's thigh.

However, for the morning literature class, Chi Jingxi was in Jia Hall, and she was in Dingliu Hall. There were also so many people in the afternoon martial arts class that they had no chance to talk.

However, just when Wen Yantong was worried about not having a chance, the opportunity came to her.

Early the next morning, Li Boyuan entered the academy with a dark face. As soon as he put his book down, he called Wen Yantong's name. He scolded her head-to-toe and harshly criticized her.

The reason was that her writing was too ugly.

Wen Yantong was stunned by the scolding. She lowered her head and dared not to speak. Her handwriting was truly ugly. After all, she has never written calligraphy before, and she has never practiced writing with a brush. So her writing was really awful.

Li Boyuan couldn't take it anymore and said bluntly, "This old man has been a teacher for half his life, but this is the first time that I’ve ever seen a student who writes like you. You wasted so many years!"

Wen Yantong thought that she would be safe after being scolded, but Li Boyuan didn’t let her off easily. His face was red from anger. "You will not be attending this afternoon’s martial arts class! You will be going to my dormitory to copy articles!"

"Ah?!" Wen Yantong immediately lost her expression from shock.

Her reaction made Li Boyuan even more furious. "What ah?! Didn't you hear what I said?!"

No one in the entire study hall dared to lift their head for fear of being dragged in. Fu Zixian hurriedly tugged Wen Yantong's sleeves quietly.

Wen Yantong responded quickly, "Student understands! I will definitely copy the articles on time. Asking Teacher not to get angry..."

Li Boyuan was appeased. After scolding for a long time, his mouth was dry, so he cleared his throat and said, "As long as you understand. Sit down!"

Thanks to Wen Yantong's blessing, Dingliu Hall's students enjoyed two quarters less of class.

Teacher Zhao had reminded Wen Yantong about this before, but there was nothing she could do. Things like fonts couldn't be mastered in a day or two. She had tried her best to write legibly, but she still managed to anger Li Boyuan.

During the afternoon, Wen Yantong rushed to Li Boyuan's room with books and ink in hand. She didn't dare to delay for fear that she would be scolded for being late.

This Li Boyuan looked fierce, but in fact he was terrifyingly fierce.

There was a teacher’s dormitory in the academy. All they had to do was ask to find out. Fu Zixian wanted to send her to Li Boyuan's dormitory, but he could only walk her halfway because he needed to go to his martial arts class.

Wen Yantong went to Li Boyuan's dorm room against the cold wind. She reached out, knocked on the door, and shouted, "Teacher, the student is here to copy articles."pure tl . com is the original tler / don’t re-post

Li Boyuan personally opened the door, but when he saw that she was wearing a cotton hat and was wrapped tightly, his face turned black again.

He sternly said, "You are a man. What happened to your strong body? So delicate, like a girl. People will laugh at you if the news spreads!"

Wen Yantong immediately pulled off the cotton cap. With her messy hair, she replied, "The teacher has enlightened me."

"Come in." Li Boyuan didn't continue to embarrass her.

Seeing that she was leaning on a crutch in both hands, Li Boyuan closed the door after her. After entering the door and passing through a cotton curtain, there was a three-foot-high staircase. Under the staircase was a pair of very delicately made silver-silk brocade boots.

Wen Yantong glanced at it but didn’t think too much of it. She also saw a few pairs of simple cotton shoes on the steps, similar to slippers, and then heard Li Boyuan say to her, "Just pick whatever pair."

So demanding.

Wen Yantong randomly picked out a pair of cotton slippers, and after passing another cotton curtain, the heating in the house rushed to her face. Her frozen clothes and eyelashes were instantly damp.

Li Boyuan walked ahead, and Wen Yantong followed.

It can be seen that the old man was really afraid of the cold; every door was separated by thick cotton curtains.

After she followed Li Boyuan into his study, she was shocked to find that there was another person in this very warm room. They were sitting cross-legged on the low table, writing.

He didn't raise his head when he heard movement and continued to sit upright, giving the audience a clear view of his eye-catching, handsome profile.

"Jingxi, get up and walk if you are tired. Don't sit all the time," Li Boyuan said lovingly.

Wen Yantong was even more astonished.

Was this kind old man really Li Boyuan? The same old man who beat the table and scolded her for half an hour this morning??