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Kapitel 68

In an instant, only the scholar, Tao Jinjin, and a few clueless up-and-coming martial arts talents remained in the courtyard.

Then, less than fifteen minutes later, these young talents finally understood why their senior had fled in such a panic, and belatedly followed him.

"The ancient sage Guanzi said: 'Propriety does not exceed its bounds, righteousness does not advance on its own, integrity does not conceal evil, and shame does not follow wrongdoing.' Therefore, every word and deed must be measured and moderate, without self-promotion or boasting, without opportunism, and without concealing one's shortcomings and mistakes. Those who know shame are close to being courageous. These four principles are even more effective than the law for the country and its people. Hence it is said, 'If these four principles are not upheld, the country will perish...'"

Tao Jinjin had a headache. "Stop, stop, stop! Don't read anymore, I just want to know—"

Before she could finish asking, "Why weren't you poisoned?", she abruptly stopped, watching the rambling man in front of her begin to ooze dark blood. So he wasn't unpoisoned, he was just a bit slow to react? Haha, she knew no one could escape her poison skills!

Not long after Tao Jinjin regained her composure, she saw the scholar elegantly wipe his mouth with a plain handkerchief from his sleeve, say "Excuse me" to her, and then, incredibly, he continued to preach and teach while spitting blood, without changing his expression!

"Of these four cardinal virtues, shame is the most important. In my humble opinion, shame is the foundation of propriety, righteousness, and integrity. For the reason why people are dishonest, impolite, and unjust all stems from a lack of shame. Therefore, the sage said, 'A person cannot be without shame...'"

Was it that the people of the Central Plains were a peculiar breed, or was this person exceptionally eccentric? Tao Jinjin's eyes began to glaze over. Why did she feel like she had seen someone of this kind before? But she searched her memory thoroughly and couldn't find any clues. She had always stayed in her tribe and hadn't had any contact with any people from the Central Plains except for those merchants...

When Fan Qingbo returned home, he saw a man and a woman standing opposite each other in the empty courtyard. The man was refined and tall, while the woman was petite and beautiful; the scene was undeniably beautiful. The woman gazed at the man with hazy eyes, her lips parted slightly, and she spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "Have you ever been to our Miao village? Haven't I seen you before?"

Author's Note: My work schedule has been disrupted, so I've decided to readjust it. From now on, I'll update on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Feel free to urge me to update; without urging, I have no motivation…

P.S.: There are actually less than ten chapters left in the story... I'm stuck on the ending!

46. A gentle ripple of jealousy rises from the sea of passion.

That evening, inside the calligrapher's master bedroom.

"My wife, my wife."

"what?"

Is something bothering you?

"No."

"My dear wife, please don't be so polite. As husband and wife, we are one. Your affairs are my affairs, and if you are unhappy, I cannot help but worry. As the saying goes, the essence of husband and wife lies in—"

"Which eye of yours saw that I was unhappy?!"

Fan Qingbo finally couldn't help but turn around, no longer keeping her back to him. But when she saw his eyes gleaming and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned in the candlelight, with a smug look that others might not be able to see but she could see right through, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

This bookworm has a knack for driving her crazy anytime, anywhere; she's a real nemesis.

Upon hearing her question, the scholar lowered his eyes, his face slightly flushed (though it was difficult to see clearly in the candlelight), and stammered, "Because my wife seems unusually uninterested tonight..."

"interest?"

"Hmm, the rites of Zhou Gong..."

Fan Qingbo clenched her fist in grief and indignation under the blanket. In his eyes, she really was just a womanizer! What did he like about her then? Did he like her superb skills and endless tricks? Oh no, she was actually starting to think about whether she liked him or what he liked. She had clearly concluded from the beginning that he was only with her out of a sense of responsibility... What did this mean?

Gritting her teeth, she forced a few fake laughs. "There's a group of people living next door. You know how annoying those martial arts practitioners are, always listening to what's going on. We can't let them hear that 'Overlord's ***'. Okay, let's go to sleep early."

"Yes, my wife is right."

The room finally quieted down. Fan Qingbo thought he had convinced the scholar and had just breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly—

"May I ask what you are doing, sir?"

The scholar continued working with his hands, but looked up at her innocently, his little eyes making one want to sigh.

Fan Qingbo sighed, "Alas."

Upon hearing the sigh, the scholar paused, somewhat disheartened, and tried to withdraw his hand, but it was pressed down on him.

Not only that, Fan Qingbo rolled over and put one foot on his leg. Feeling the masculine force pressing against her lower abdomen, she sighed again and said in a tone of resolute determination, "Come on, let's finish this quickly."

Half an hour passed.