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"My lady, you're back?" "Master, you're back?"

The two people under the tree turned around at the same time, their lips curving into identical smiles, even the way they held their books was exactly the same! This scene was just too eerily sweet, like a father and son being too loving and filial! Fan Qingbo could no longer deceive himself into thinking it was a problem with his door-opening posture or the frequency of his blinking, and he moved his lips, "You two...did you take the wrong medicine?"

The scholar tilted his head, puzzled. "Why do you say that, madam?"

She snapped out of her daze, her blank eyes brightening. "No more acting all cute and silly!" Holding the box, she approached the two of them, squinting as she looked them up and down. "Weren't you two locked in a love-hate relationship before I left? How come you're all lovey-dovey now, after just one meal?"

Thinking of a possibility, her cheeks twitched slightly. She pulled the scholar to her side, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. "Don't tell me you've discovered that you two, who have already gone through the wedding ceremony, are each other's true love. I would rather die than accept such a development that leaves me as cannon fodder."

"Master, what are you saying! What do you mean by 'wedding ceremony'! It's not done yet, it's not done yet—humph!"

That's right, it's their family that's acting strangely, jumping up and down and getting angry at the drop of a hat.

"My lady, the current emperor is still on the throne. Even if everyone in the world knows that the true emperor is someone else, we commoners still cannot easily proclaim it, or our families will be wiped out. Also, what is cannon fodder? Is there any story behind it?"

That's right, this kind of predictable, irrelevant answer is typical of their scholarly family—but why do I still feel so powerless...?

"To put it simply, why did you suddenly stop fighting?"

The scholar smiled subtly, "It's never good for scholars to be fighting and killing."

"...I really want to slap your face." Fan Qingbo rolled her eyes at him rather inelegantly, then turned her gaze to Fan Bing, who was at least somewhat human. Fan Bing smiled obediently, "Master, I've thought it over. I shouldn't always oppose the teacher, shouldn't cause unrest at home, and shouldn't make things difficult for you. I've decided to follow the teacher to study and write from now on, cultivating my character. As the saying goes, 'A woman follows her husband wherever he goes,' so Master, you absolutely mustn't abandon me."

The first part, which sounded so understanding, was rather strange; it was the last part, which was incoherent and nonsensical, that had a rather erratic feel to it.

So all of this can probably be attributed to the fact that the cold words she said before leaving the house had an effect?

Although still somewhat skeptical, Fan Qingbo smiled with a sense of relief, "Very good, it saves me a lot of trouble. You guys continue reading, I'm going back to my room to write something."

"Please take care, my lady." "Please take care, my master."

Watching Fan Qingbo's retreating figure as she entered the house, the scholar reluctantly withdrew his gaze, then smiled slightly at Fan Bing and kindly reminded him, "The saying 'marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog' isn't used like that. Come, let your teacher teach you..."

"Hey, what do you call yourself? Who's your apprentice?" Hmph, he was too foolish before. His constant shouting for violence only made his master think he was being unreasonable. Now he understands that if he pretends to be harmonious in front of his master, he can successfully drive this guy away, and then his master won't blame him.

Fan Bing casually tossed the book aside, leaned against a tree, and propped his feet up on the stone table. His face was no longer the obedient one he had been when facing Fan Qingbo. With crooked eyebrows and a smirk, he looked every bit the scoundrel.

The scholar frowned, produced a ruler from who-knows-where, slapped it on the table, and said sternly, "Get up."

"What?" Fan Bing asked, shaking his leg.

The scholar frowned even more deeply. "It seems we should learn the Rules for Students first, not the Three Character Classic. As the saying goes, elders stand, and the young should not sit. I am still standing, how can you sit down like that?" He paused, then picked up the ruler and struck the student's unseemly shaking legs to correct his posture. "Do not sit with your legs spread apart, do not shake your thighs."

Fan Bing jumped up as he was struck, but the scholar's ruler seemed to have eyes; no matter how he dodged, it could always find his weak spot and strike swiftly and accurately. He ran around the wall, howling and screaming, "Master, help! The scholar is killing someone!"

Clearly, Fan Qingbo didn't think he needed to be saved, nor did he think the scholar would kill someone, so he didn't respond.

With nowhere to turn for help, Fan Bing turned around in a fit of rage: "Didn't you say that scholars shouldn't fight and kill?"

The scholar said solemnly, “As the saying goes, ‘If the teaching is not strict, it is the teacher’s laziness.’ As a teacher, I am correcting your behavior, not beating or killing you.”

"You're both a god and a ghost, you always have an excuse! And when exactly did I become your disciple, you bastard!"

The scholar finally stopped chasing, looked at the panting Fan Bing, and replied earnestly, "Just now."

Fan Bing's eyes widened, he was about to go crazy, "Who said we're master and disciple! Our relationship is that of enemies, irreconcilable enemies! The current situation isn't harmonious, it's all talk and no action! Didn't you see that just now? Didn't you find it abrupt when we went from fighting to teaching? Didn't you see it and that's why you cooperated?" He was almost crying by the end.

The scholar blinked, revealing an expression that was almost ashamed, and replied somewhat embarrassedly, "I can't tell, I don't think so, it's not."

"Oh God, kill me!" Fan Bing banged his head on the ground.

The scholar's eyes lit up, and he squatted down. "Youheng, your words are very profound. 'Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs—'"

He was interrupted as soon as he started speaking: "Wait, who is Youheng?" Fan Bing's voice trembled slightly.

The scholar's eyes crinkled into a smile, and he said kindly, "It's you."

"How the hell did I not know when I became known as Youheng?!"

"Be persistent and never utter foul language. This is the name I just gave you. Your given name is Bing, which means perseverance and constancy—or perhaps you prefer the name Shouheng?"

Faced with the scholar's enthusiastic questioning gaze, Fan Bing was speechless and choked with emotion, continuing to bang his head on the ground.

The usually quiet scholar's residence suddenly became lively. The scholar's long, elegant yet powerful discourse kept spilling over the wall, interspersed with occasional bursts of wild laughter from the study and Fan Bing's mournful roar: "I'd rather be called an idiot!"

Author's Note: I, Hu Hansan, am back again! ~~~~~~~~~

I had a cold for a week, coughing so badly my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys felt like they were going to fly out. A few days ago I completely lost my voice and lived like a disabled person. Today I can finally speak in relatively long sentences, and I don't need to carry little notes to communicate with people or hold up signs to show my presence anymore.><

The most important thing... I can finally stop drinking plain porridge TAT

38. Misunderstandings arise from establishing family rules.

After dinner, Fan Qingbo mysteriously pulled the scholar to the study, saying he had something important to discuss.

The scholar couldn't help but feel uneasy. What "important matter" could a newlywed couple possibly have? He had no experience. Could it be that she saw him disciplining the young master of the Fan family and thought he had a tendency towards domestic violence, fearing he wouldn't be a good husband or father? No, no, she's a confidante. She'll surely understand his heartfelt desire to nurture a person over a long period, to cultivate their character with unwavering loyalty, and to serve as a teacher for all ages. Besides, she herself is quite ruthless when she beats someone without warning, cough.

Anxious and suspicious, his eyes darted to his side, stealthily observing his wife. Her gaze was shifty and inscrutable, a chilling smile playing on her lips. Sweat began to bead on the scholar's forehead; that smile was far from virtuous…

After much thought, the only thing I might do that could displease her is—

*Thump.* A sheet of paper covered in dense writing was slapped in front of him; he hadn't even realized he'd been pulled to sit down at the table.

Fan Qingbo sat casually sideways on the table, kicking her legs and looking down at him. He raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to look at the paper. Seeing her encouraging and expectant expression, he began to feel uneasy. This...this...could it be a letter of separation?! No, no, no, what woman would divorce her husband because of "that"? Before he could even relax, he remembered something was wrong; his wife wasn't an ordinary woman...

"My lady, my lady, the light is quite nice today..." The scholar began to change the subject, refusing to look at the paper.