Ma'am, I was wrong

However, in her opinion, staying in the house is also a good choice. It is so cold outside, it is better to stay in the house to be happy.

He glanced at the hope, and said naturally: "Why are there so many reasons? If you want to go, you can go. I don't think I have the chance to see you."

A look of casualness appeared on her face, and she finally picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

Slowly stood up, bowed his head and said softly: "By the way, eavesdropping on others is a very bad habit, don't do it again next time." Tilting his head, thinking for a while, he continued: "There is also food Don't say anything, I'm leaving now!"

"I don't." Qi Wang put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the bowl and said while eating.

As if to be against Liu Yanshu, he kept talking while eating, and his words were worse than before.

Liu Yanshu glanced at the chattering hope, her brows were full of helplessness.

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After a short ten-day break, the endless classroom time ushered in. The year is coming to an end, and the masters are also trying their best to teach them how to acquire too much knowledge, so as to help them pass the final exam.

After all, some people study hard this year, and some don't.

After resting for two days, Liu Yanshu completed the tasks assigned by the masters. The next morning, she got up early and rushed to Zhang Huaili's class.

When Liu Yanshu walked to the door, the noisy school suddenly became quiet, as if suddenly attacked by some monster, it suddenly became completely silent.

The students wearing Confucian shirts who were sitting there looked unitedly in the direction of Liu Yanshu, the fear in their eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

Especially I hope that this martial arts student will come to them to learn calligraphy together in his free time today.

Qi Wang winked at Liu Yanshu as a signal, raised her chin, and pointed the direction behind her, she frowned, doubts flashed in her eyes, and she froze for a while.

Liu Yanshu's eyes were full of surprise and confusion, she didn't understand what Qi Wang was doing.

Slightly tilting his head in the direction of praying eyes, looking behind him, he caught sight of Zhang Huaili standing behind him at some point with a cloudy face.

Liu Yanshu was so frightened that her heart jumped into her throat, she quietly moved her foot away, with a calm face, she bowed and said, "Master Zhang!"

After Liu Yanshu finished speaking, she went straight back to her seat under the gaze of everyone, and Su Yan next to her moved slightly to one side, as if the two didn't know each other at all.

Her heart sank, mixed with some feelings that she couldn't explain clearly, she silently packed her belongings, straightened her body and looked at Zhang Huaili in front of her.

"Brother, why are you here now?" Qi Wang asked quietly from behind, with curiosity on his face, as soon as Zhou Zihao left, he took Zhou Zihao's place.

Liu Yanshu leaned back a little while sitting upright, and said, "It's snowing too much, I'll take a detour."

No matter how early she got up, she still had to look at the right time, place and people to arrive at school on time. It wasn't because she didn't have the right time, she could only end up being late.

"Oh!" The expectation behind him gave a meaningful 'oh', obviously not convinced. In his opinion, if Liu Yanshu said that she got up late and slept late, it would be much better than the reason just now .

"Quiet!" Zhang Huaili said in his quiet voice, and the school suddenly fell silent.

In this class, Zhang Huaili did not teach them the Four Books and Five Classics, but changed it to a calligraphy class. As for why?

Wasn't it because when he was correcting the homework handed in by the students, he saw the words that could be described as flamboyant or chicken-flying, and his temple couldn't help but twitch.

In his words, handwriting is like a person, and poor handwriting is equivalent to a dull face on your face.

What's more, it is still a student taught by Zhang Huaili, so it is impossible for others to say a word, and the words are not good.

This is tantamount to slapping his old face, Zhang Huaili specially changed today's teaching of the Four Books and Five Classics into a calligraphy class for his face when going out.

Liu Yanshu put the copybook to be copied on the table, and arranged the pen, ink, paper and inkstone one by one.

"Master Zhang, you are a great Confucianist in the world, and you are the object of admiration for all the students in the academy. Our calligraphy is not good. Master, can you give us a piece of calligraphy so that we can study hard?" A person not far from Liu Yanshu suddenly stand up.

Liu Yanshu looked up at that person, she had no impression of this person, he didn't look like someone from them.

After looking it over carefully, he found that the man's cuff had a small word 'B' embroidered on it, presumably he was from Class B.

It's just that Liu Yanshu is a little confused, why Class B can come to them, I hope it's okay to say something, after all, his master is Master Zhang, and Master Zhang has always been friends with Zhang Huaili.

It's not a big deal to be able to come in and attend the class just by saying a wish, and it can be regarded as a 'back door'.

However, why did people from Class B appear in their school? After thinking about it for a long time, they couldn't come up with one, two, three, so they had to let it go. As long as this matter didn't have much impact on Liu Yanshu herself, she didn't care. .

Hearing this, Zhang Huaili gently stroked his white beard and smiled.

In the next second, she picked up the pen at hand and wrote stroke by stroke on the rice paper in front of her. Liu Yanshu was sitting in the middle, she could not see what Zhang Huaili wrote clearly even if she stretched her neck, so she could only wait quietly.

People who were closer made exclamations from time to time.

Liu Yanshu pursed her lips, very curious about how Zhang Huaili's handwriting was. Although Zhang Huaili was their wife, to be honest, she hadn't seen how his handwriting was.
Turning his head to look at Su Yan who was sitting beside him, perhaps only he knew how this master wrote?
Not long after, Zhang Huaili stopped the pen in his hand and pasted the written words on the wall behind him.

Only then did Su Yan raise his head slightly, looking at the words ahead, his dark eyes were immersed like water, his thin lips stretched into a straight line, and his long and dense eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly about to fly.

Envy flashed in his eyes. Compared with what he wrote, this word is simply worse than what he wrote. After all, he is still far behind.

Liu Yanshu looked up and saw the writing on the wall, and found that it simply said 'cultivate one's morality, regulate the family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world. 'Although there are few characters, the brushwork is very sophisticated, and I have a new understanding of the value of Zhang Huaili's calligraphy in my heart.

Looking down at my own handwriting, I feel like my eyes are going blind!

While everyone's eyes were staring at the writing on the wall, Liu Yanshu silently lowered her head. Maybe Master Zhang said earlier that some people's writing is no different from that of a dog.

Thinking about it now, the person inside might be herself, and I don't know where she got the confidence to think that her writing is "okay". After reading the words above, this "okay" may be crossed out.