Chapter 224: Childhood Friendship, Childhood Sweetheart

The cool breeze blows the night rain, and the rustle stirs the cold forest.

It's getting late.

Lin Chaoyu saw that Junior Sister Lingshuang had dozed off, so he said: "It's getting late, let's finish today's class here. I won't leave any more homework. When I get back, I will memorize the poem Yi An wrote the day before yesterday. Just come down. Tomorrow morning I will test the three of you on silent writing. When you write silently, write the words more beautifully. It is like practicing calligraphy.

"Mei Gui doesn't need to recite poems, but don't fall asleep when you go back. Think about the lesson I taught today, and tell me what you understand about respecting teachers and respecting morality tomorrow morning.

"Well...that's it, get out of class is over."

After saying that, Lin Chaoyu hugged the book and left first. She planned to go back to her room tonight and knit Lady Ying's scarf while listening to the sound of rain outside the window.

Wutong gave her a bracelet a few days ago, and as a return gift, Lin Chaoyu spent the past few nights knitting a scarf for Ying.

After Lin Chaoyu left, Cheng Lingshuang didn't feel sleepy anymore. She suddenly became very energetic. This inexplicable thing puzzled the little girl.

If we say who Su Mei, Cheng Lingshuang and Yaeying hate the most, Qingzhao ranks first, because she will always increase the burden on the three little guys. The longer Qingzhao lives, the more natural her poems will be. And the more.

This talented woman would drink some wine when she had nothing to do, and every time she got drunk, she would most likely write a poem, and every time she wrote a poem, Su Mei and others had to recite it.

Lin Chaoyu's favorite was Jushi Yi An's poems, and Jushi Yi An was once her teacher, so the two became very close.

Lin Chaoyu occasionally writes a few poems, but she is usually very busy. When she is free, she also concentrates on studying swordsmanship and understanding the heart and soul of the sword. Therefore, she did not write many poems, and she would not let Su Mei and others recite them.

In fact, a large part of the reason why Qingzhao often has some emotions and insights and then writes them into poems is because of Wutong.

When Qingzhao was very young, Wutong would bully her when she had nothing to do. Now that she has grown up, of course she will bully Wutong's daughter.

But she didn't dare to bully Yae Sakura openly, so she had to use this method.

Ever since Qingzhao found out that Lin Chaoyu asked Xiaoba to recite her poems, she often racked her brains to think about how to write more and write poems better so that Wutong's daughter could recite them from memory.

Qingzhao's "revenge" was extremely effective. Her poems caused deep trouble to Yae Sakura. With Qingzhao's poems as a companion, Xiaoba's childhood was quite fulfilling.

Not only that, while her poems "hurt" Xiaoba, they also affected Su Mei and Cheng Lingshuang, and are more likely to hurt Mei Gui and Xiaolin in the future.

Late at night, the rain hits the banana trees.

Xiao Lingshuang carried pillows and quilts and wore thick cotton white slippers and came to Yae Sakura's room. She planned to sleep with Xiao Ba in the next few days.

Yae Sakura's boudoir is very neat and beautiful. It has wardrobes, desks, computers, dressing tables and other furniture and appliances, and they are arranged neatly. Even the books on the bookshelf are arranged in order from thin to thick.

In the room, whose main color is light pink, various plush toys and figures take up a large part of the space. There is even a fat red kite in the boudoir. Under the warm-toned light, The whole room looks particularly warm and lovely.

Xiao Lingshuang hugged the pillow and sat on Yae Sakura's bed in a "duck sitting" position. She asked in a childish voice: "Have you recited the poems?"

Xiao Hachi, who was stroking the red kite with one hand and playing with a light pink laptop, replied nonchalantly: "I've finished memorizing it."

"Ah...that's it...it seems you can't accompany me for training tomorrow." Xiao Lingshuang said disappointedly.

"..."

Shao Yan.

Yae Sakura closed the laptop silently. It wasn't that she didn't want to play anymore, but the time was up and the computer shut down automatically.

Xiaoba's computer was installed with an anti-addiction system by Wutong, so she could only play for two and a half hours a day, including the 5 seconds it took to boot up each time.

Yae Sakura was just enjoying the game when the computer screen suddenly went black, which made her feel a little bored. She especially wanted to know the follow-up plot of the game's story.

Xiaoba hugged Ah Ji, who had been fattened by her, and jumped down from the chair. With a bitter look on her face, she said depressedly, "You didn't recite the words Teacher Chao Yu left today?"

"Yeah." Xiao Lingshuang nodded.

"Then just hurry up and memorize it. It won't take long." Xiaoba advised.

"I won't recite it!" Xiao Lingshuang shook her head, "I won't recite it. I won't recite poems in the future."

"Aren't you afraid that Teacher Chaoyu will teach you a lesson?"

"Don't be afraid! Senior sister likes me so much that she can't bear to hit me hard!" Cheng Lingshuang said to Xiaogui Dao.

"That's it..." Xiaoba hesitated for a moment and continued to persuade: "You'd better memorize it. If you don't memorize poems, maybe Teacher Chaoyu won't like you."

Cheng Lingshuang hesitated after hearing this, but after a moment, she still said stubbornly: "If you don't memorize it, you won't memorize it! That layman Yi An always wrote, if we keep memorizing it, when will we be able to get through it? I want to resist! Besides, what's the use of carrying that thing on my back? I want to be the best swordsman in the world, and I don't write poetry."

"But being a swordsman also requires you to recite poems! Every time you recite a poem, you will use a sword to kill a lawyer. How cool! Just like what is written in the novel, using the sword to compose poems will destroy the injustice, and the sound of the piano and clear wine will sweep away the injustice. The world. A qualified swordsman must be both civilized and martial. How can you be the best swordsman in the world if you can't even write or write?" Xiaoba asked.

"..."

The bright-eyed and white-toothed Xiao Lingshuang was silent for a long time before saying: "Don't always read the novels written by Master Danzhu. She only has a butt but no brain, so what she writes is not realistic.

"I always read the novels written by her. You will be easily assimilated by Lord Danzhu. By then, your brain capacity will have shrunk, but your butt will become bigger. Such a big butt will not attract people, maybe only Your Majesty will love you even more because of this.

"Besides, how can I recite a poem before drawing my sword? Doesn't that remind others that I am about to take action? Also, the enemy is even less likely to give me time to recite a poem. Maybe, while I am reciting a poem, the opponent will kill me with one strike. I was stabbed to death."

Yae Sakura scratched the red kite's little head and said slightly puzzled: "Okay, even if you are right, don't you also like to read novels written by Danzhu-sama? When you grow up, you will not be afraid of big things. Ass? Are you trying to seduce my dad? "

"I will not seduce Your Majesty! Didn't you notice that Mrs. Ying's legs are weak every morning when she wakes up? I don't want my legs to be weak, so I will never get married in the future!" Little Lingshuang rolled her eyes and said strangely, " Moreover, I don’t like to read the novels written by Master Danzhu, I read them critically.”

"That's it...then you have to memorize the poem too!" Xiaoba said without forgetting his original intention, "I'll watch you memorize it!"

"Why?" Cheng Lingshuang asked in surprise.

"Because Teacher Chaoyu said that memorizing poetry can cultivate sentiments, enhance literary appreciation, enrich knowledge, and enhance wisdom. Did you not listen carefully during class?"

"..."

Perhaps because he was tired from standing, Xiaoba sat next to Ling Shuang, rubbed Ah Ji, and said with a worried look on his face: "You must not listen carefully, otherwise what will you do if you become a fool? I will become a wise man in the future. You idiot is not worthy of being my friend. If you become stupid in the future and lick my shoes, maybe I will think you are dirty."

These two children don't know how to speak personally.

"..."

"Recite the poem, and I'll watch you recite it."

"..."

Cheng Lingshuang was silent for a long time, and suddenly said wittily: "It's too late, let's turn off the lights, otherwise Senior Sister Chaoyu will definitely come to scold us when she sees you still have the lights on in your room."

"You haven't recited the poem yet!" Xiaoba said displeased.

"I'll recite it tomorrow morning. I have enough time and my memory will be fine in the morning."

"real?"

"Really!" Xiao Lingshuang nodded heavily and said, "Turn off the light quickly, senior sister will be here soon."

Yae Sakura hesitated for a moment and said worriedly: "You have to carry it tomorrow morning!"

"Uh-huh!"

"..."

Xiaoba put Ah Ji on the ground, and the fat Ah Chicken swayed and trotted back to his nest. He also knew that he had to turn off the light.

Seeing that Ahji returned to her own nest safely without falling down, Xiaoba was relieved. She stood up, turned off the light, and got into bed.

The night was hazy.

The rain pattered outside the window.

"Let's go and declare a challenge to Master Yi An tomorrow!" Xiao Lingshuang said suddenly, "I'm going to beat her up!"

"Ah?!" Xiaoba asked worriedly, "But... can we beat her?"

"It should be possible. She is a scholar. His Majesty said that scholars are not good at fighting!"

"But my father is also a literati... Teacher Chaoyu is also a literati... Literary people are actually good at fighting... They may be insidious and good at disguising themselves with a weak appearance." Xiao Ba guessed.

"..."

Seeing that Ling Shuang didn't speak, Xiaoba continued: "Besides, Master Yi An just looks like a scholar. Dad said that most of the people in Taixu Mountain are combatants. Master Yi An is already that old. He must be good at fighting, we...can't beat the old woman."

"..."

"...We can't be cowards, your father is Wutong."

Cheng Lingshuang clenched her fists and said, "I can't back down just because I can't beat her, and you can't embarrass your father. In daily life, every move and every move is martial arts practice, and staying still is also sword practice.

"Challenging the bad old lady is of course a way to temper the sword and hone the martial arts skills. We may not be able to beat her tomorrow, but we can beat her one day! How about it? Do you want to accompany me to defeat the first obstacle in our life? An enemy?"

"Okay... I'll just stay with you..." Yae Sakura responded lightly and said worriedly, "But... after we defeat Lord Yi An, will she write more poems because she feels unhappy? Let us carry it?"

"..."

Cheng Lingshuang was stunned for a moment. She had not expected this. The little girl felt a little regretful at this time, because she had already made a "bold statement" and Xiaoba also agreed.

Yae Sakura was thoughtful, and she continued: "Since everything you do is practicing martial arts, then reciting and dictating poems is also tempering the sword's heart? Well! Yes! It must be, I will watch it in the future You 'temper your sword heart'! You are determined to be the best swordsman in the world, so you must not be lazy!"

"..."