"Brother, you will know if the taste is the same as before after you try it." Zhao Lanshe reached out and held a piece of chestnut cake and handed it to his mouth.
Zhao Zhuhan raised his eyes and glanced at her. Her eyes were as pure and clear as obsidian. He took the chestnut cake in her hand, took a small bite, and then picked up the steaming cake with his long and sharp-knuckled hand.
He put the Khotan white jade tea cup to his lips and took a sip.
"It's too sweet, and you're the only girl who likes it." Zhao Zhuhan put the chestnut cake back on the plate, straightened himself up, and said, "Tell me, why do you go to Jingwu Hall after school?"
"Lan She wants to learn martial arts like men, and also wants other women to join the martial arts hall and study like men."
When Zhao Lanshe said these words, there was determination and hope in Zhao Zhuhan's eyes that Zhao Zhuhan had never seen before, like stars twinkling in the dark night, like forgotten night pearls in the deep sea.
The water in the tea cup fell on Zhao Zhuhan's hand, and he took a breath of air. With a "pop" sound, the tea cup was placed heavily on the table.
"Have you... thought about it?" He sighed and said leisurely.
His fingertips traced the pattern on the tea cup, and he was very clear about the basis of this matter. It was not just as simple as allowing women to enter the Jingwu Hall to study. What was involved behind this was the relationship between men and women.
The problem, not to mention that this has never happened since the founding of the Yong Dynasty, is that the most outstanding martial arts woman in the previous dynasty was the queen of Shang King Wuding.
"Lan She has figured it out. I only ask Brother Ruo that he can't help Lan She, and also please don't stop Lan She." Zhao Lan She raised his eyes and met Zhao Zhuhan's probing eyes. His eyes were full of questions.
, is also as deep as the ink-colored night.
Although he was confused, he was certainly not surprised. He had realized it since his little sister changed her temper overnight, gave up poetry and poetry, and started pursuing martial arts after him. His own sister, a native of Huai'an
Princess Chengyang is probably no longer the person he remembers.
But no matter who she is or what kind of person she is, after all, she is still his biological sister and the only Princess Chengyang in Huai'an.
"Now that you've thought about it, how can I stop you? That's all. I'll wait for you outside the museum after school tomorrow, and we'll go find Uncle Huang together. But..." The tea cup was placed on the table, and the white jade tea was
The sound of the lamp colliding with the rosewood table came from the distance along with the ripples caused by the east wind blowing across the water.
"Brother, I know that Uncle Huang may not agree, but Lan She will try his best. Even if he can't, it can be regarded as peace of mind." Zhao Lan She did not wait for him to continue, but said this first.
Zhao Lanshe has been with him day and night for four years. She naturally knows Zhao Zhuhan's concerns. Even if he really loves this sister very much, even if women in this era do not pay much attention to the three obediences and four virtues, after all, it is still ancient times, so how can they easily understand modern times?
What about the concept?
"Okay." Zhao Zhuhan responded softly after a while, and then said: "Go back to your room, it's getting late, and you have to get up to practice martial arts tomorrow." After saying that, he picked up the bamboo slips from the table again.
Although Zhao Lanshe didn't know what her brother was dealing with every day, she also knew that since she and her brother moved to Chang'an, the candlelight in his study often reflected the young willows showing new buds in the east wind in the middle of the night.
Dancing, I also know that I have already left the house to go to court before Pingdan time every day.
Although she is not his biological sister, he is an excellent brother to Zhao Lanshe and to himself. It is impossible to say that Zhao Lanshe has not had the slightest affection for this brother in the past four years.
. She moved slightly behind him, for fear of disturbing him while he was reading, but he still frowned slightly, and Zhao Lanshe put her hand on his shoulder, squeezed it gently for him and lowered her eyes.
Look at his expression.
"It's still early, Lan She will have nothing to do when he goes back. Why don't we stay here with my brother and give him some advice."
"The ideas you come up with are all crazy ideas. Where is the truth?"
"What happened to the ghost idea? It doesn't matter whether it is a ghost idea or a serious idea. If it can solve the problem, it is a good idea."
"Okay, brother, you're not tired. If you don't want to go back to your room to rest, then let Xiaoyao get the books. It's better than sitting here idle."
"The relationship between our prince and the princess is really good." The girl in pink clothes standing outside the door said with a smile.
Not long after, Yuan Yu dragged a large wooden box and pushed open the door. She smiled and said: "Princess, I have brought you all the books that the prince mentioned just now."
Zhao Zhuhan had never glanced at those books, but his eyebrows were raised slightly: "Since I have brought Yuan Yu to you, you might as well study here with me in the future."
???Zhao Lanshe sat up in shock when he was dying, his beautiful eyebrows seemed to be twisted into two strands of rope. I am... giving myself another night self-study? I have been away from the night self-study for four years.
Suddenly jump up and attack me?
"Hey, brother, can I leave now?" Zhao Lanshe made a show and tiptoed toward the door, just like a gentleman running away after being frightened by the owner of the house turning over in his sleep.
"It's too late, come back and sit down." Zhao Zhuhan's faint voice came from behind. Under the dim candlelight, the strong and graceful handwriting fell on the bamboo slips. The tiredness and fatigue hidden in his eyebrows followed the moon.
Shangliu Shao also gradually emerged from the water.
"Oh, then... okay then." Zhao Lanshe turned around, curled his lips, and returned to the table. He randomly picked up a thick bamboo slip from the books, opened it and read: "Open but not relaxed.
Literary and military skills cannot be used. Relaxation without tension is the way of civil and military skills. Relaxation is the way of civil and military affairs."
"Keep your voice down."
"Okay, got it."
I don't know when Zhao Lanshe was sent back to the room by Zhao Zhuhan. Zhao Lanshe only remembered reading the boring classical Chinese text in a daze, and his eyelids went up and down as he read...
When she stepped into the museum again, Zhao Lanshe received the same attention as the day she first arrived. Those who had been whispering to the people around her just now were all looking at her without exception.
She frowned slightly, then lowered her head and looked at it. Her clothes today seemed to be no different from her usual clothes. Oh! There was also the Jingwu Hall thing!
"Hey, who do I think she is? Isn't this the princess of Chengyang? I heard that she secretly ran to Jingwu Hall after school yesterday? This princess from Huai'an is so ignorant of etiquette, it's really a joke."
A snarky voice came from the side.
The person Zhao Lanshe recognized was not Gu Qing, but another girl who always followed Zhao Yuezhi and Gu Qing. Besides, Huaian is a small place? I have seen uneducated people, but I am not so uneducated.
Right? Huai'an is the richest place among all the feudal lords in Dayong, and it is close to Chang'an...
"Where she went, where she is, and what does it have to do with you? How can I, Princess Dayong, allow you to slander her?"
