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Of course, being able to share this food was already a great honor in the eyes of Xun Xia and others. They would never dare to sit at the same table with Su Changan, so they took the food and went to their rooms to eat.
As for the Chixia Army, they had eaten a lot in the Su Mansion, so they were not interested in something new.
Maomao sat next to Su Changan.
Although Yan Ruyu was greedy, she didn't dare to think about it, for fear that His Majesty would say that she was fat again.
Su Changan did not hide it and told Maomao that those people would probably not come back.
Maomao said "oh" when he heard it, then sighed slightly in disappointment, and then felt a little depressed.
Su Changan thought for a moment: "But if the Queen Mother sends someone again, we can continue to give her the medicine."
Maomao's mood suddenly became high, and then he said, "It just so happens that the medicine failed this time. Let's send someone over to try the efficacy of the medicine again."
Su Changan nodded: "Try a little more. As long as no one dies, it's fine."
But after saying that, he thought for a moment and said, "But if someone really needs to die, there should be enough medicine."
Maomao looked at Su Changan as if he were a fool: "Then what do you think are in those two big boxes carried into my room?"
Hearing this, Su Changan curled his lips.
Very good, unnecessary question.
Yan Ruyu looked at the two people, but she was helpless. She guessed that Diao Yun and the others suddenly had diarrhea because of these two people.
After all, Diao Yun, they, and Xun Xia had the same dinner.
I and others are completely fine, but how come something happened to those people?
but
Yan Ruyu didn't say anything, she had her own worries now.
Look at that plate of fried dumplings.
When she was at the Su Mansion, she really liked eating fried dumplings. She thought they were crispy, and the fillings made by Miss Chang'an were also delicious.
It should be okay to eat one. I’m not really fat, and your majesty has already eaten.
But if I eat it, people will say I’m fat.
Why.
Yan Ruyu was muttering to herself.
Chapter 72: When I woke up, I saw a master of the Great Limit standing in front of the window
After eating and cleaning up everything.
Su Changan walked towards the wooden stake holding today's wooden sword.
No matter what happened today, Su Changan still had to persist in practicing sword skills.
Although he had also thought that practicing sword skills would be like practicing calligraphy, which would still be ugly no matter how hard he tried!
but.
Gotta try anyway.
In life, there are many people and many things. Whether you do it or not depends on yourself, and whether you work hard or not also depends on yourself. However, Su Changan does not believe in the saying that you get what you sow. After all, in the end, it all depends on whether God agrees.
Just like learning and memorizing poetry, in his previous life, he found it simple at a glance, but his classmates felt it was like a mystery no matter how many times they looked at it.
But I just am not good at calligraphy, no matter how hard I try.
However, Su Changan believes that if you don't do some things, you won't be able to receive them even if God wants to give them to you.
So practice sword
Can't miss a day.
Cut it down one by one.
The wooden swords broke one by one.
Yan Ruyu, Zhou Qianhong and others were used to seeing this scene, but Xun Xia and others were shocked.
After all, Miss Chang'an came to the palace to recuperate, but could a sick person really have this kind of power?
The wooden knife was completely broken
Su Changan sighed, silently picked up everything and threw it into the bamboo basket.
It's a pity that God didn't open his eyes today and didn't allow me to learn how to use a knife.
However, regrets are always short-lived. Thinking of his big bed, Su Changan smiled slightly, looked at Yan Ruyu and said, "I'm going to roll around first. Good night."
Yan Ruyu has become accustomed to Su Changan's words like "good night", and even says "good night" to Su Changan.
but
After Su Changan left, Yan Ruyu silently went up to look at the wooden sword, and then looked at the broken wooden stakes.
Looking at the place where she was chopped, Yan Ruyu was a little surprised, but also felt that it seemed normal.
But while checking each wooden sword and each wooden stake, he noticed that where one of the stakes had been chopped, there was a small area where the chopped area was somewhat flat, but then it exploded directly like before.
Yan Ruyu smiled slightly, took the wooden stake away and handed it to Zhou Qianhong.
Zhou Qianhong saw it, looked at it carefully and showed some joy, then said: "I'll send it to the commander-in-chief."
Yan Ruyu nodded, and then looked at Su Changan who was walking back to the bedroom.
But just as he was thinking of being happy for Su Changan, he seemed to have thought of something and looked down at the other wooden stakes.
Looking at the broken knives and wooden stakes, Yan Ruyu hesitated.
She really didn't know what was so difficult about chopping a wooden stake with a wooden sword, just as she thought remembering those sword techniques was the most difficult thing.
but
Looking at the wooden stakes and the broken wooden sword that Su Changan had broken today.
I always feel like something is wrong, but everything seems to be normal.
I was thinking about going to talk to my mother about it tomorrow.
There was no more sound of Su Changan chopping the wooden stake with the wooden sword.
The entire Daxia Palace was eerily quiet.
Compared with it.
In the neighborhoods outside Luoan City, even at night, the lights of thousands of houses were dazzling, and the hustle and bustle was even more intense than during the day.
The whole city was bustling with traffic and people, like a colorful painting, attracting people from all over the world.
Especially on the streets, there are countless literati, brothel dancers, and heroic knights.
There are many people like Xun Kuang who stay out all night in bars.
The elegant restaurant was crowded with people. People were willing and dared to spend money.
After all, the Great Xia Dynasty, with hundreds of years of foundation, has created a peaceful and prosperous era for the common people. As for those things happening in the government, they are not the responsibility of the common people.
Especially since the early winter poetry meeting, the manager here hung Su Changan and the masterpieces from the poetry meeting in the middle of the lobby.
There is an endless stream of talented scholars and ladies coming here every day to admire the reputation!
Especially the chicken in the store, which sells very well.
The private room with window on the second floor of Qingya Restaurant.
Xun Kuang was lying on his side on the bench, holding a wine jug in his hand, his white clothes still dragging on the ground, his hair hanging in disarray, looking extremely free and easy.
Xun Kuang looked at the open window and the dark night outside, but he did not open it with the joy he had when he was drinking in the past. Instead, he looked a little sad: "The streets are decorated with colorful lights, and the people are safe and prosperous. It's a pity that Miss Chang'an has returned to the palace. Alas, how could such a wonderful person be plagued by illness."
Yuan Ruxi looked at Xun Kuang and shook his head: "Miss Chang'an needs to recuperate. Zifeng also said that she can recover. You look like you are in trouble."
Xun Kuang sat up upon hearing this and looked at Su Zifeng who was forced to pay the bill: "Su Zifeng, you are such a mean person. If I knew that Miss Chang'an was ill, how many times would I have come to ask for poetry? How dare I invite her to participate in the early winter poetry meeting? You should have told me these things earlier!!"
Su Zifeng smiled helplessly. There was no way to explain this matter. He could only pick up the wine glass and said, "I'll punish myself with one glass."
Xun Kuang took a sip and said, "However, Miss Chang'an's filial piety is touching, and she is extremely friendly to others. When Master Yao heard about this today, he also said that all the students in the Imperial College should emulate Miss Chang'an's filial piety."
Su Zifeng smiled and agreed this time. Although his eldest niece was not sick, her filial piety and how to treat others were worth learning for many people.
Xun Kuang continued, "Moreover, many scholars today were deeply moved after learning about Miss Chang'an's affairs. Many people who had gone to the Su Mansion to disturb her a few days ago regretted it and threatened to go to the Yuqing Temple outside the city to pray for Miss Chang'an."
Yuan Ruxi looked at Xun Kuang and asked, "Did you instigate this?"
Xun Kuang did not hide it and nodded, "Well, some time ago, in order to complete the poem on the article, those people insisted that I go to Miss Chang'an for help. Now that I know that Miss Chang'an is seriously ill, I feel very guilty and want to do something, so I simply let those students who forced me to go and pray for Miss Chang'an."
Yuan Ruxi rolled his eyes, not knowing what to say to Xun Kuang.
Xun Kuang said, "However, Zifeng, your son's crying was really heart-stirring. No one expected that Miss Chang'an would be so kind to her siblings, which made people even more moved. Especially now, in the storytelling in teahouses and singing houses, many people want to compile Miss Chang'an's story into a book."
"She dragged her sick body without telling her family, but secretly took medicine every day to pretend to be a normal person and to be filial. She was also kind to the servants and to outsiders like us. Coupled with the crying of my eldest nephew, the true record shows the relationship between Miss Chang'an and her sisters and brothers at home. This is destined to be a good story."
Su Zifeng was helpless again when he heard this. Why was his little brat crying?
He was also scared at the time. Later, after listening to what the person sent by His Majesty said, he realized that this bad boy of his was not only doing the study business, but also contacted the eldest girl to make rouge together!
The eldest girl is gone, and that’s why she’s crying because the God of Wealth is gone!
He was so angry that he beat him up during the day!
In the end, it was Old Master Su who came and persuaded them to stop.
After all, the rouge industry is something you can touch?
If you touch it, you will get into trouble!
However, Xun Kuang drank a cup by himself, then shook his head and said, "What a pity, it will be even more difficult to hear Miss Chang'an's poems in the future."
After saying that, Xun Kuang suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Yuan Ruxi: "However, Mr. Tushui Jianyuan, I'm afraid you can't teach Miss Chang'an the sword method."
Yuan Ruxi shook his head and said calmly, "She was not suitable for my swordsmanship in the first place. I saw her copying my calligraphy and found that her strength was different. Although she tried to control herself and copy it very hard, it was missing something. But if you ask me to explain it in detail, I don't know how to say it. I just feel that she is not suitable."
Xun Kuang narrowed his eyes at Yuan Ruxi, and then looked at Su Zifeng: "Do you understand?"