Zhao Changhe's face turned purple with anger.

He really thought that he could "learn the essence of swordsmanship with just one glance". It's one thing to deceive others, but this time he even deceived himself.

Are those things really learned with just one glance? It's because the golden foil was repeatedly slowed down and demonstrated dozens or even hundreds of times for you to imitate!

Moreover, the comprehension of martial arts is not the same as these things... He thought he understood it after reading it, but he failed when he tried to practice it.

"Um... Can I come back another day? I'll go and tell stories to the maidservants first..." Unable to play the string, Zhao Changhe found a poor excuse and ran away as if his life depended on it.

Tang Wanzhuang watched him leave with a stern face. She kept watching until he disappeared from her sight, then suddenly burst into laughter and whispered, "No wonder we don't get along well, he's clearly a big child."

Bao Qin was crying, "My strings..."

"Bao Qin, don't cry, don't cry. Tomorrow, sister will beat him up for you."

"Miss, will you be with that smelly bear?" Bao Qin sobbed.

"No, Zhao Changhe is a man that Tang Wanzhuang can never have. Be good, you've cried your face all swollen."

Bao Qin raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "Miss, do you really want to have him?"

Tang Wanzhuang was taken aback and chuckled, "But let's talk about a proverb. Look at where your thoughts are going. Instead of saying that I want to have him, it's better to say that Da Xia wants to have him. But it's best... not to become a self-fulfilling prophecy."

Saying that, she got up and prepared to leave.

Bao Qin asked curiously, "Miss, where are you going?"

"I still have a lot of things to do in Gusu..." Tang Wanzhuang sighed tiredly, "He is always in a hurry and never at peace. But am I any different? Stealing half a day of this fleeting life, listening to his stories, playing this tune on the qin, is it for him to find peace or for me to rest? I can't tell."

...

Zhao Changhe quickly returned to his guest house, but he was stunned when he entered.

Sisi was lying on his bed, sleeping soundly and without any grace.

Zhao Changhe remembered the topic he casually asked in the morning... She probably really had nowhere to sleep last night and had to meditate somewhere, right?

From her beauty, it was unlikely that she was an ordinary person from the Gu Ling Tribe. She obviously had good nutrition and didn't need to do any hard work. She thought she was Duan Yu, and she didn't deny it when he guessed she was a little princess. So why would a little princess come out and suffer?

And she lacked manners, not just in terms of etiquette and modesty. For example, back in the White Lotus Temple, she actually kneeled down when he pressed her, which seemed inconsistent with being a princess. What kind of princess would be so shameless...

But no matter what, they had fought side by side at this moment and were already friends. If she wanted to say something when she wanted to and could say it, it would be difficult to force her. Zhao Changhe didn't think too much about it at this moment. He pulled a corner of the thin blanket next to him and covered her slightly, then sat by the window and read a book.

The sound of the qin was really good. At this moment, he felt very calm. Even in the hot summer, he didn't feel much discomfort. Books that he couldn't read more than a few lines of before, he could now read and understand...

Thinking back, he was not just in a hurry, he was practically rushing around.

Slow down...

Haste makes waste.

The blood curse entwined in his body and spiritual platform seemed to calm down unknowingly. Zhao Changhe even felt that the next cycle of illness would be delayed by a lot.

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Sisi on the bed opened her eyes and looked down at the thin blanket covering her, then looked at Zhao Changhe quietly reading by the window.

Originally, she had a lot of grievances, but they unknowingly subsided. She just quietly watched him read, not saying a word for a long time.

"Awake?" Zhao Changhe turned a page of the book and casually asked, "Did you read this book before going to sleep?"

Sisi peeked at it and saw that it was a beginner's teaching book for couplets. She said, "Yes, I've thought about learning about the culture of the Central Plains before, but I still think learning martial arts is more important and didn't have time to explore this. It was only after listening to your stories that I found it somewhat interesting, so I took a look at the enlightenment book for maidservants and servants."

"How is it? Quite fun, right? Couplets."

"It's just for a little amusement, not very meaningful." Sisi lazily got up from the bed, revealing her exquisite and beautiful figure. But she noticed that Zhao Changhe didn't even glance at her, which made her feel uninterested in showing off her beauty to a blind man. "Hey, don't tell me you find couplets more interesting than me?"

"I used to have no interest in them either, but when my mind calmed down, I found them interesting." Zhao Changhe said leisurely, "There is wine in the world of rivers and lakes, but no poetry. It does lack something... Da Xia has Tang Wanzhuang, which makes up for this."

Sisi was shocked, "You're talking to me, but thinking about Tang Wanzhuang!"

Zhao Changhe cried and laughed, "I'm talking about the poetic and picturesque representation she embodies, not the person herself. You are even less cultured than me."

"We, the people of a different race, are naturally not as beautiful as Tang Chancellor from the Jiangnan region!" Sisi gritted her teeth, "But these boring things like poetry and couplets, you can learn them with just one glance. What's so great about it!"

Zhao Changhe was also shocked, "You can learn them with just one glance? Isn't it the same as me thinking that playing the qin is easy?"

Sisi said, "Isn't it just finding antonyms or synonyms? What's so difficult about that? Like you, Zhao Changhe, I heard that you killed a traitor named Wang Dashan before. It's a pity that you two are not a perfect match."

Zhao Changhe fell silent for a moment and slowly said, "Idiot?"

Sisi: "?"

They looked at each other, both with stern faces.Sisi finally realized that this matter was not as simple as just saying an antonym, but she was too stubborn to admit defeat. She stiffened her neck and said, "What's the use of being right? Those people are all dressed up in fancy clothes, it's overwhelming. Is it as interesting as your 'Demigods and Semi-Devils'? Hurry up, continue the story. It's rare that you have free time to chat here. If you don't finish the story, some old woman will interrupt us again. It's so frustrating to listen to a story."

"I've been tormented by you to the point where I don't want to tell the story anymore. The story is just a story, there's no hidden meaning. I'm not a god, and you're not Jiumozhi. If you keep listening with this mindset, you'll lose the original intention of the story. It's not enjoyable for me to tell it."

"At least finish the story about the maid who can change her appearance?"

"Hmm, you need to confirm first that it's not you, otherwise I dare not tell it."

"Fine, fine, it's not me." Sisi moved closer, shaking his shoulder: "Master, please tell the story quickly."

"So, Duan Yu met a mighty man in the tavern..." Zhao Changhe finally began to continue the story. Actually, he really didn't want to tell it. The love story of a maid who can change her appearance and a bold and rough man, if Sisi didn't think this was about him, Zhao Changhe, it would be strange. It sounded like a flirtation no matter how you heard it.

And it was particularly shameless, portraying Uncle Qiao as heroic and valiant, like a war god. Who wouldn't think that this was Zhao Changhe boasting about himself? Talking about the Beggar's Sect and Northern Qiao Feng, why not just say it's the Northern Mang Mountain Bandit? The traitor pushed the bandit leader away, right?

But the good thing about Sisi was that she never interrupted when listening to a story. She just propped up her pink cheeks, her big eyes looking at you admiringly, as if she was very much looking forward to the next part of the story. Who knows what she was imagining in her mind.

It wasn't until the story stumbled to the part where Qiao Feng accidentally killed Ah Zhu, and the promise of cattle and sheep on the frontier was empty, that Sisi's expression finally changed. The look she gave Zhao Changhe was almost murderous.

Zhao Changhe had no choice but to stop the story, sighing: "So I said, this is not some hidden meaning, I don't have that level of skill, and there's no reason to make up such an ending for you to listen to... This is someone else's story."

"So this is why you don't want to disguise yourself as someone else?"

"Hmm... That's one of the reasons."

Sisi thought about it for a long time, murmuring to herself: "Whether it's a story you made up or not, in my eyes, you do resemble Qiao Feng a bit... But unfortunately, aside from being able to change my appearance, Sisi has nothing in common with Ah Zhu. If you want a maid who understands people's hearts, you'd better ask Tang Buqi for a new one, she's more suitable than me."

"Hey..."

Sisi smirked: "I didn't say it was your story, don't you want a maid like that? It's just a pity that the one by your side now is an Ah Zi."

"Are you done yet? Everyone is you!" Zhao Changhe clenched his fist, pretending to punch her.

Sisi took a defensive stance.

Just as the two were about to start a fight, Tang Wanzhuang's sigh came from outside: "I didn't mean to disturb Master Zhao, but I'm afraid our leisure time is coming to an end."

Zhao Changhe was taken aback: "What's going on?"

"The Tang family members guarding the exit of the Sword Emperor's Tomb reported urgently that there was another tremor below, suspecting that something had happened." Tang Wanzhuang's tone was also somewhat helpless and tired: "It's only been a day, your injuries haven't fully healed, and you've just started to calm down. I really don't want you to deal with these things again so soon... But if I don't call you, will you be unhappy?"

Sisi's playful mood disappeared instantly, her expression becoming serious.

Zhao Changhe also felt that the world was deliberately pushing him, almost suspecting that a blind man was causing trouble. How could there be such a thing as not letting people rest? He had just calmed down to tell a story, learn some music, flirt with the maid, and have a good time. But it hadn't even been a day, and something had happened...

Looking at it this way, was his previous life of constant running and fighting also a bit of fate's deliberate design?

Pushing him to grow, not caring about the potential overuse and exhaustion, leaving a lot of hidden dangers. If it weren't for Tang Wanzhuang pointing it out, he might never have thought of this.

But there's no need to dwell on it, in times of chaos, where is there so much leisure time?

Thinking of this, he laughed it off: "Why bother about action and rest? When things come, do them, and rest when they're done. Now that I know where my problem lies, I'll naturally restrain myself. Anyway, the Sword Emperor's Tomb has to be explored. After this matter is settled, I'll learn to play the piano with you."

Saying this, he turned around, picked up the Longque by the window, put it on his shoulder and strode out the door: "Let's go, I'm like a bear embroidering when it comes to playing the piano, this is my stage!"