Chapter 119: You're not really going to write, are you?

"Brother, wait for me, I'm going to write too." Kang Wen isn't that bright, but he has a clever younger brother!

Follow Kang Wu and you'll never walk in vain.

This is the profound lesson Kang Wen received every time he and his brother made different choices since childhood.

Ning Qiancheng smiled and said, "I'm going back to write as well."

He only had one thought: relatively speaking, it's much easier, and besides, he still had plenty of impressions from that recent battle.

A few girls exchanged glances and then all left.

It was Kang Zhi Chun who, while walking, deliberately pulled along little Ning Yue Xue; this child can't write yet, but she can draw pictures, and the Princess Consort probably has no expectations of her.

In the end, only Kang Zhi Xia and Ning Hanmo remained; they glanced at each other and, for a moment, were speechless.

"What do you mean?" Kang Zhi Xia asked, looking at Ning Hanmo's thoughtful expression, then incredulously said, "You're not really going to write, are you?"

"I really don't know what kind of witchcraft that wicked woman gave you, making you all so obedient!"

Kang Zhi Xia has only been here a short time, and he never bothered to inquire before, but today he's curious.

He knows what kind of conduct Kang Wen and Kang Wu had while they were in the Kang household.

But in Jiang Yun Chu's hands, how did it become like a little kitten?

Ning Hanmo glanced at him, not bothering to correct the form of address; after all, his mother didn't mind either, and he had always called him that, and she never corrected him.

"If you keep doing bad things, you'll understand." Ning Hanmo said calmly.

After all, he is also a stubborn person, but today he has turned out to be somewhat surprising.

Ning Hanmo walked back to the dormitory while thinking about what had just happened.

At noon in the cafeteria, everyone who was eating had arrived; beside Jiang Yun Chu sat Ningguang and Kang Meng the tutor, and even Qing Feng Da Ru had somehow come today.

"The flavor of this cafeteria is really not bad!" Qing Feng Da Ru laughed heartily, and just for a bite to eat, it's worth his coming daily for a music lesson.

"Since Qing Feng Da Ru likes it, let him come every day to play; after all, those little ones are also quite fond of you."

(It's) the music lesson.

Especially among those girls, the boy they're most interested in is Ning Qiancheng.

Music, chess, calligraphy, painting.

Being able to have Qing Feng Da Ru attend the music lesson is absolutely top-notch; how much they learn depends on them.

"Do you like me?"

Qing Feng Da Ru pointed at his own nose, then couldn't help bursting into laughter: "You little girl, you sure know how to talk!"

"I actually quite like those kids; they're very spirited." Qing Feng Da Ru said bluntly.

Learning music isn't just about effort.

Rather, it requires spirituality, and precisely among these children he saw a few who are naturally suited to learning music.

"Then please put in the extra effort to polish them." Jiang Yun Chu took a candied hawthorn skewer and handed it to Qing Feng Da Ru.

Qing Feng laughed heartily, saying, "Those who know me, even this little girl."

"Where did you buy this? It's not bad, delicious, the flavor is pure and strong." Qing Feng Da Ru ate a hawthorn berry, and his eyes lit up immediately.

This flavor... I haven't tasted it in many years.

Nowadays, the candied hawthorn sold on the streets no longer has this flavor.

"In a very secluded place." Jiang Yun Chu made a detour.

Zhang Lao San's place obviously hides something, but judging by the attitude of the neighbors, he's probably not a bad person, so I might as well help him cover it up a bit.

"If you want to eat, just tell the Wang Fu in advance, and the Wang Fu will make arrangements." Jiang Yun Chu gave a guarantee.

Qing Feng finished one skewer, still wanting more, so he got up and fetched another himself.

"What about those kids?" Kang Mengxian looked at the empty cafeteria; every day those kids arrive early, each little one, while growing, wolfs down their food when mealtime comes.

How come today they're so calm?

Ningguang chuckled, "Did you take care of them?"

As she left, she saw Yun Chu's complexion looked bad; perhaps those little ones had been given another lesson.

"No, I just assigned them a task."

Jiang Yun Chu shook her head; how could such a kind person lightly scold children?

But whether anyone here believes it is another matter.

"By the way, the Yong Bo Marquis Manor and the Minister of War's residence both came to visit me a few days ago." Kang Mengxian had finished eating, set his things aside, and while speaking, observed to see what attitude his granddaughter had.

"What about Zhang Xiao San and Jia Chuan's enrollment?" Jiang Yun Chu swallowed what was in her mouth before looking up to ask.

Kang Mengxian nodded, "You really do know."

The Yong Bo Marquis Manor and the Minister of War's residence previously had little contact with the Kang Fu, especially after he voluntarily retired from office, after which he had little interaction with many households.

That day, when the Yong Bo Marquis came to the mansion, he didn't yet know what was going on; later they talked about his own children, and then he mentioned his teaching.

All the topics revolved around the Chun Hua Xue Yuan; what else could he not understand?

"Those two kids are not bad." Jiang Yun Chu smiled and lightly replied.

"Alright, then I know; I'll send letters to both households tomorrow." Kang Mengxian answered with a smile.

At this Chun Hua Xue Yuan, all decision-making authority lies in one person's hands; they only handle teaching, while everything else is Jiang Yun Chu's responsibility.

Even recruiting students is Jiang Yun Chu's responsibility.

He naturally wouldn't make decisions on his own.

After finishing her meal, Jiang Yun Chu went to the girls' dormitory; several people were busy until they heard a knock at the gate, then they looked up.

"Dean." Kang Ziwei rose hurriedly.

The other girls also rose to their feet.

Over there, classmate Ning Yue Xue held a brush, also scribbling and drawing; as for what she was writing, she didn't know either.

"I came over to take Yue Yue away, otherwise she'll cause trouble for you."

"Jiang Yun Chu answered with a smile, but when she saw little Ning Yue Xue and the picture in front of her, she still couldn't help twitching the corner of her mouth."

""Let's go." she said softly."

"Yue Yue looked at her mother, then lifted her own drawing: "Mom, is my drawing pretty? I drew flowers, I drew Zi Wei-jie, Nai Xin-jie, Zhi Chun-jie, and Zhiqiu-jie.""

""Mom, I haven't drawn you yet.""

"In Jiang Yun Chu's mind, only one sentence appeared: "Thank you for showing mercy…""

"Yue Yue held the pen, constantly moving it, not knowing how to draw her mother—her mother was too beautiful, too lovely, and she didn't know how to put pen to paper."

"Her little head was developing rapidly."

"Jiang Yun Chu's smile was a bit forced; she only saw blotches of black ink, and as for the older sisters, she hadn't seen a single one."