Chapter 72: The Spoiled Young Master

Kang Yi looked at his older brother, "Older brother, rest assured leaving it to Yun Chu, Dad is also watching."

Kang Lian let out a sigh, then nodded.

Not reassured, what else can be done?

Now don't even mention the two girls; just the two brats who previously kicked and screamed about not going are now obedient—if we don't let them go, they'll probably make a fuss for a long time.

Now this direction, is it something his father can decide?

With elders above and children below, his opposition in the middle is useless.

People.

When one sees reality clearly, they relax; since saying it is useless, might as well not say it—why bother worrying about it?

This side…

"Ning Lao Da!" One Voice, somewhat low, with a hint of unruliness on the face.

Ning Hanmo finished asking his question and was now writing.

Zhang Xiao San sat boredly to the side, watching Ning Hanmo write big characters, his whole self somewhat doubting life.

Is the person in front possessed by a ghost?

It seems only someone possessed by a ghost would undergo such a sudden change, right?

"Jia Lao Er, hurry up, take a look, he seems to be possessed by a ghost." Zhang Xiao San grabbed Jia Chuan and hurried into the room, muttering.

Ning Hanmo raised his head and looked at the two people, "Over there are pastries, here is tea; please sit a moment, I'll be done soon."

Mother once said, "A good memory is no match for a ruined pen."

"Even with a good memory, as the things to remember increase, the memory will eventually blur."

"But the things written down are right there; when one can't recall clearly, flipping them over and looking can bring back the scene of that time."

Over the past month, he forced himself to write things down, and slowly it became a habit.

"Take a look, isn't everything off?" Zhang Cunwen wore an expression of disbelief, then jabbed Jia Chuan with his elbow.

Jia Chuan is the oldest, now eight years old; he should have gone to the academy long ago.

But the major academies refused to accept the five of them, and he, being the sole son of the Minister of War, was unwilling to leave Ning Jing, so he kept delaying, and now he still hasn't attended school.

Jia Chuan looked at the quiet Ning Hanmo, then at Zhang Cunwen beside him, "How long has he been writing like this?"

Zhang Cunwen arrived earliest, and after calculating the time, "It's been two quarter-hours."

……

Jia Chuan's eyes narrowed a little, somewhat disbelieving and also not understanding, how Ning Lao Da seemed to have changed.

"Don't act rashly, wait for Xiao Si and Xiao Wu."

Their relationship has always been good; this is their circle, in other circles they cannot blend in, and their dispositions also disdain to blend in.

Rather than saying the brothers at home are close, it's better to say these five are even closer.

This is also true when facing the Cao Family—although they know they can't win and know they can't act, the five of them still advance and retreat together.

Precisely this point is also what Jiang Yunchu admires most.

Their ranking is based on martial strength.

Originally the youngest, Ning Hanmo won with a single move and obtained the position of Ning Lao Da.

Jia Chuan is the oldest, two years older than Ning Hanmo, and obtained the position of Jia Lao Er.

Zhang Cunwen, seven years old, relied on his age to obtain the position of Zhang Xiao San.

As for the other two, one is Han Wen Jun, the sole grandson of Han General; aside from Old General Han and the many female generals, the Han Manor has only Han Wen Jun as its lone descendant.

The last one bears the surname Ning, which is the national surname.

He is also the present His Majesty's eighth prince; his birth mother was a palace maid favored by His Majesty, but after giving birth to him, she died in a dry well.

From childhood, the Eighth Prince had faced everyone's cold stares; at his young age he endured endless humiliation, and when he wanted to fight to the death, Ning Hanmo appeared and saved him.

Han Wen Jun and Ning Qiancheng finally could not contend any longer—one ranked last, the other second to last; they no longer wanted to compete, so they simply rolled dice to decide.

Han Wen Jun, Han Xiao Si.

Ning Qiancheng, Lao Yao.

"Those two are usually hot-headed; why are they so slow today?" Zhang Xiao San looked like he was scratching his ear and cheek, seeming unable to wait.

Jia Chuan shook his head, "Lao Yao has always had a hard life; we can't help him, so watch your words in a moment."

Jia Chuan is older; although he is the sole son, he is a troublemaker at home and a bully outside.

But toward these few brothers, he is very devoted; in his heart, these brothers are truly kin, and compared to other families' brothers who turn against each other, these are the real brothers.

"Got it, got it." Zhang Xiao San nodded, he also realized, and rubbed his nose.

While the two of them were dilly-dallying, Ning Hanmo finally finished his writing, had Shunzi take it to the side, and only after the ink dried could it be put away.

"Why are you sitting there? Come over for tea; after not seeing each other for days, you've become polite with me." Ning Hanmo looked at the two people and smiled from the heart.

Before Jiang Yunchu entered the Wang Fu, his greatest joy was being with these brothers, eating together, drinking together, and having fun together.

At that time, he was truly happy.

Thinking about these days, his lips slightly curled; now he is also truly happy, because he has a goal and a direction, unlike his former idle life.

"Ning Lao Da, you——" Zhang Xiao San was about to ask when Jia Chuan pulled him.

Otherwise, Zhang Cunwen is just brainless, and Jia Chuan looks down on him with contempt.

Zhang Cunwen felt a bit deflated; no matter what he asked, it was never right.

He secretly took a sip of tea, ate a piece of pastry, but after just one bite, his eyes lit up: "Ning Lao Da, which shop bought this pastry?"

"Or is it made inside the Wang Fu? It's too delicious."

Peach blossom pastry, something impossible to appear in this season, usually perishable, yet the Wang Fu produced it.

Moreover, this flavor is sweet but not cloying, with a faint peach blossom fragrance that lingers on the lips and teeth.

This isn't a pastry, it's delicious.

"You can't buy that outside." Ning Hanmo was about to say a couple of sentences when he saw Zhang Cunwen pick up another two pieces.

"Zhang Xiaosan, are you a pig? Eat slowly, leave some for Xiao Si and Xiao Wu, try the flavor."

Zhang Xiaosan reluctantly handed a piece to Jia Chuan, then complained, "Boss, it's just a plate of pastries, why are you being so stingy?"

Ning Hanmo slapped his forehead.

Seeing Zhang Xiaosan grimace, he only then realized that he had recently been training his body, and his strength had increased.

"I didn't mean to."

"Shunzi, quickly go get some ice to apply to Zhang Xiaosan."

Zhang Cunwen's forehead was a bit red, but he quickly waved his hand; although it had just been quite painful, if it were someone else he would have already turned hostile, but since it was Ning Boss who hit him, what could he do? Who let this be his own brother!

"It's fine, it'll be better soon." He waved his hand indifferently, but Shunzi quickly ran to the kitchen, where the Princess Consort had specially prepared ice.

He waved his hand indifferently, but Shunzi hurriedly ran to the kitchen, where there was ice specially made by the Princess Consort.