Zhao Changhe did not directly approach and say that he wanted to learn the qin. Instead, he entered his own guest room and naturally wiped off the sweat from his body with a towel, as if the teasing words from earlier did not exist.

This conveniently avoided Tang Wanzhuang's awkward reaction, eliminating the need for a response.

Tang Wanzhuang suddenly felt that this guy might have found some expert in the flower world to become his master, and this move seemed a bit suspicious...

And then he continued to wipe his body with his bare arms, completely ignoring the fact that Tang Wanzhuang was standing at the door watching. She didn't know if he had an exhibitionist fetish or if it was another form of teasing...

Actually, it was because it was too hot, and Zhao Changhe couldn't be bothered to restrain himself. Besides, he didn't invite her into his room, so whether she wanted to watch or not was up to her.

Tang Wanzhuang stood there expressionless, neither entering nor leaving. The cheerful mood from earlier had almost disappeared.

Zhao Changhe naturally asked, "Is it because my cultivation is not enough? According to reason, with the Xuan Guan at the fourth level of the internal martial arts, I shouldn't be afraid of the heat and cold, right? I didn't even mention it during the winter when my cultivation was not enough, but I was already less afraid of the cold during the spring chill. However, this summer, I'm even more afraid of the heat, sweating profusely at the slightest movement, worse than before."

Tang Wanzhuang said, "It's related to the nature of your cultivation. Blood Slaughter Technique naturally makes you feel hot and dry, so it needs to be balanced. Originally, the Six Harmonies Divine Technique was enough, but your cultivation in the Six Harmonies Divine Technique hasn't caught up with the Blood Slaughter Technique, so it's suppressed."

"So I need to slow down and calm down? I felt that it was very effective yesterday."

"Yes."

"But I feel that after calming down, I seem too wise, as if I've aged several decades, and nothing can surprise me. I understand the benefits of this state, but I always feel a bit unsatisfied. I'm only twenty years old."

Tang Wanzhuang finally laughed, "Do you really think that a song has such a strong effect? That's immortal magic, something I can't do. It's just that you usually hold yourself too tightly, and it's rare to encounter such a relaxed song, so the effect is particularly obvious. Continuing like this won't be so magical, but it can help you concentrate and calm your mind, at least not afraid of the heat."

Zhao Changhe glanced at her and asked, "You don't use any cultivation techniques, and you're not afraid of the heat?"

Tang Wanzhuang said, "Except for intense battles, I haven't sweated in my daily life for many years... It's called a calm heart..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Changhe interrupted, "Hmm, ice-cold skin and jade-like bones, cool and sweat-free. I'm far from that."

Tang Wanzhuang's words got stuck in her throat, and her eyes widened.

Are you teasing me again?

Zhao Changhe laughed, yes, it's this expression, with a taste of the mortal world.

Just like a fairy in a painting stepping out, bringing life and fragrance.

Why have you always been so serious?

Tang Wanzhuang took a deep breath and said, "What's with your attitude towards me before? I think it's because the medicine last night didn't really have any effect on her, and you're still holding a grudge. You want to make up for it."

Zhao Changhe honestly said, "That's not it. Using medicine is too low-level, and I really felt wise last night."

He thought for a moment and sighed, "Maybe it's because I've gotten used to teasing Sisi these past few days, and now that she's not around, I've turned to you. It's not a big deal, I've teased you a lot outside, but when I see you in person, I become serious, which is hypocritical."

Tang Wanzhuang said, "So this is your original attitude towards me? You were just restraining yourself before?"

"Maybe, I don't really understand it myself. But it feels more natural like this now. Before, when I talked to you, it felt like I had to think a few times in my mind before speaking, which was very unnatural."

Tang Wanzhuang suddenly laughed, "If you had this attitude before, Sisi might not have resorted to drugging you in the end."

Zhao Changhe was stunned, lost in thought.

Perhaps, Sisi had always been dissatisfied with his two different attitudes towards her, feeling that she was being underestimated and that he respected Tang Wanzhuang too much. The final move might have been a rebellious act caused by this dissatisfaction, to make you feel high and mighty and see what it's like to provoke a storm!

"Her real age is actually only sixteen and a half, not even seventeen. Just a rebellious little girl from a different race with different upbringing." Tang Wanzhuang said, "I think she might have some interest in you, so you don't need to take it too seriously."

Damn, Sisi has such a good figure and she's not even seventeen?

Zhao Changhe really hadn't thought about it, and then he was a little surprised, "You're actually speaking up for her?"

"Because she really didn't mean to harm you, even that final move was just her trying to give you an advantage... I can be angry with her, but you don't need to make a big deal out of it." Tang Wanzhuang said leisurely, "Of course, if you're standing up for me, I would be happy too."

This time, it was Zhao Changhe who widened his eyes, "Are you teasing me?"

Tang Wanzhuang said leisurely, "Since you've made fun of me, why can't I make fun of you? You said before that you had to think a few times in your mind before talking to me, wasn't that true? Just a big child, always making me headache with your seriousness. Sometimes I think, maybe I should treat you like an unworthy person, and if I'm not happy, I'll flip you over and beat you up..."Zhao Changhe stared at her for a while before bursting into laughter.

Tang Wanzhuang also laughed. Her smile was truly captivating.

Suddenly, Zhao Changhe felt that if yesterday had been like this, he would have no psychological barriers to calling her "sister".

It was as if the invisible barrier between them had suddenly been broken, and their relationship, which had been strictly professional and distant, had started to become a bit more intimate.

How did this transformation begin... from discussing Sisi? Or from when he mentioned wanting to see her shy side?

It was inexplicable... scratching his head.

Seeing his silly and clueless appearance, Tang Wanzhuang wanted to laugh even more. "Don't stand there being silly. You don't have the leisure to play the piano and touch my hand today. You promised to organize Sisi's sword techniques. Finish it and give it to her. She'll be leaving in a couple of days."

"Oh, right..." Zhao Changhe knew this was important. Since he had nothing else to do at the moment, he sat directly in front of the window, spread out the ink and began writing the sword techniques.

Tang Wanzhuang stood by and watched in astonishment. She believed that many insights could be gained from the sword imprint, but it was not a transmission of words. It was the "intention" that you experienced. To convert this into written words was the ability of a grandmaster!

But Zhao Changhe had only gained insights for one night, yet he was able to write it down like this. It was as if the Sword Emperor had personally explained it to him...

Yes, he had indeed explained it to him. The heavenly book manifested itself in the form of the Sword Emperor's oral teachings. Zhao Changhe had even memorized it after reciting it many times.

Tang Wanzhuang was also a sword master. With just one look, she could tell that this was genuine. It was definitely not something made up with closed eyes. Even if some grandmasters were to comprehend its meaning and express it, they might not be as precise as him.

How did he manage to do this...

But as a sword master, when faced with the Sword Emperor's techniques, it was impossible to think of anything else. She quickly immersed herself in the sword intent and became entranced.

This sword manual was only at the beginner level, but it already contained considerable sword principles.

From what she could see here, the basic principles were consistent throughout history. The people of today had indeed not gone astray. But why did the despairing gap become more apparent as they went higher?

Zhao Changhe wrote for a while and ran out of ink. Annoyed, he thought about going to grind some ink. Tang Wanzhuang saw him stop writing and quickly realized the reason. She instinctively reached out to grind the ink, her eyes still focused on the manuscript as she contemplated.

It was as if she was saying, "You write, I'll watch. This little task, I can handle it." It didn't need any words to be vivid.

Zhao Changhe glanced at her and didn't say anything. He continued to dip the brush in ink and write, feeling extremely strange in his heart.

This feeling of adding fragrance to the red sleeve...

It really smelled good, the fragrance of ink. With her standing so gracefully beside him, she also smelled good.

His mood was strange... but also embarrassing because his calligraphy was so ugly. He blushed as he wrote, feeling unworthy of having such a peerless beauty add fragrance to his red sleeve.

When Zhao Changhe was very young, his parents forced him to attend a calligraphy interest class. He knew how to hold and write with a brush, but after only two months, he cried and refused to continue learning. It was basically a waste of his parents' tuition fees.

Since he transmigrated, he had only used a brush once, which was the time he silently wrote the Blood Slaughter Technique for the heavenly book to see. He wrote a few thousand characters, barely becoming somewhat familiar with it. Compared to his peers, his control over his current strength was more precise, so at least he wouldn't write crookedly like a worm. It still somewhat resembled characters, but that was about it.

As he continued to write, he couldn't help but mutter, "Is it really that ugly?"

Tang Wanzhuang snapped out of her focus on the sword techniques. Actually, she hadn't paid attention to his handwriting before, but now that she was reminded, she found it quite interesting. "It's not bad, you can tell that you've learned the basic techniques, but you're just out of practice... Hmm, you should have learned it. Zhao Village is a good place."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Tang Wanzhuang smiled as she admired his handwriting. She even praised him, "Actually, it's not bad. Have you noticed that the more you write, the more bold and powerful it becomes? It's like a display of sharpness and confidence. It has even formed its own style... Although the structure is unbalanced and the layout is ugly, it looks strange... Should we call it Zhao Village Style?"

"...Can we not mention Zhao Village? Are you praising me or making fun of me?"

"Of course, I'm praising you." Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said, "Do you think I'm expecting you to become a famous calligrapher?"

Zhao Changhe was speechless. "Are you happy as long as I can write something that resembles characters?"

"It's because you still care about whether it looks good or not, which shows that you still have a desire to learn."

"I always feel like you're playing a character development game, including fooling me into playing the piano to calm my mind."

"It's killing two birds with one stone. Playing the piano does help calm your mind and is beneficial to your current state. But what do you mean by a character development game?" Tang Wanzhuang said, "Actually, it's just the two of us here. There's no harm in being straightforward. I do hope to cultivate you towards the direction of the prince. How can this be considered a game? Using this term here is frivolous. This is a serious matter.""The main difference between a nurturing game and normal upbringing is that a nurturing game is about raising a child into the partner you desire... Oh, damn..."

With a "crack", the hard ink stick turned into powder in the inkstone, splashing ink all over Zhao Changhe's face. Tang Wanzhuang huffed and stormed off, her sleeves flapping in her wake.

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "p𝑎wread.com".

(End of Chapter)