novelraw Chapter 709 - Capítulo 709: 693: It's Really Troublesome Not Being Smart
Chapter 709 - Capítulo 709: 693: It's Really Troublesome Not Being Smart
Capítulo 709: Chapter 693: It’s Really Troublesome Not Being Smart
As dusk fell, Qin Liuxi returned to Qin Mansion and upon entering the courtyard saw Qin Mingchun sitting on the steps, with little apprentice Wang Chuan beside him.
The two children’s eyes lit up when they saw her, and they simultaneously dashed towards her, but Qin Mingchun, remembering his status, slowed down after a few steps and walked up to Qin Liuxi with propriety, cupped his hands in salute and said, “Big sister, peace be upon you.”
Wang Chuan, nearly clambering onto Qin Liuxi, also stopped and cupped one fist in the other to perform a Taoist ceremony: “Greetings to Master.”
Qin Liuxi smiled and said, “How come you two are so courteous all of a sudden, and Qin Xiaosi, why aren’t you at school?”
Qin Mingchun looked enviously as she lifted Wang Chuan and gave him a couple of kisses, then said, “Yesterday was the Dragon Boat Festival; the school has a three-day holiday. Big sister, you weren’t home for the festival yesterday.”
He looked up at Qin Liuxi, his dark eyes brimming with admiration and longing. Counting the days since Qin Liuxi went to Shengjing, it had been quite a while since he last saw her.
He missed her very much.
Seeing the longing in his eyes, Qin Liuxi tugged at the tuft of hair on top of his head and said, “I was busy with something and couldn’t make it back. How are things at school? What has the teacher taught you so far? Let’s go inside and talk about it.”
Teng Zhao walked over from the direction of the Medicine House and bowed to Qin Liuxi, “You’ve returned.”
“What are you up to?”
“Helping Qi Huang weed the garden.” Teng Zhao frowning at Wang Chuan hanging on Qin Liuxi said, “Xuanxin, have you memorized the acupoint chart?”
Wang Chuan let out an “Ah” and under the gaze of his elder brother, bowed his head and stammered, “Not yet.”
Teng Zhao’s face looked even more displeased.
Qin Mingchun intervened on her behalf, “Zhaozhao, don’t be too anxious; she only slacked off for a little while, not for long, I can vouch for it.”
Wang Chuan bit her finger, thinking to herself that Junior Master was actually vouching for her slacking off.
Qin Liuxi pinched her little nose and said, “Combining work with rest is necessary, but what should be studied today must be done by the end of the day. Later, I’ll check your homework.”
Wang Chuan responded with an “Oh,” realizing she was in trouble.
Qin Mingchun looked eagerly at Qin Liuxi.
“You too.”
Qin Mingchun huffed, puffing out his little chest, and said, “The teacher said I’ve made a lot more progress than last month. You just check it.”
An hour later, he looked at Qin Liuxi woefully from a corner, with similarly forlorn Wang Chuan by his side, while on the windowsill was the gloating Little Ginseng Spirit that had tattled on them.
“These two will never study; what they talked about most just now were games and snacks,” hmph, how delicious the syrup was, and it couldn’t taste it, so it had to tattle.
“Childish.” Teng Zhao jabbed at its leaf with a finger, noticing this leaf was a bit taller than the others.
The leaves of the Little Ginseng Spirit shook wildly, “I’m warning you, stop cutting me, look how even I am; not even the grasslands are this uniform, what does this look like?”
Qin Mingchun glanced over, serves you right, for snitching.
Wang Chuan’s eyes turned as she plaintively said in a wheedling tone to Qin Liuxi, “Master, I was wrong, I will definitely memorize the acupoint chart well later.”
Qin Mingchun also said, “I will recite the Student Rules flawlessly.” He paused before adding, “Although I’m not familiar with the Student Rules yet, the teacher said I have a real talent for learning.”
Qin Liuxi looked at these little ones and said, “Whether you want to learn, how you learn, and how well you learn are all up to you. Because however much you learn is yours; I can’t proceed on your behalf. If you want to become powerful, you have to put in the effort, that’s an eternal truth.”
Even the Child of Fate can’t just win by lying down; they have to roll up their sleeves and get busy too.
“We understand.”
After finishing her lecture, Qin Liuxi let them all go down.
Qi Huang stepped forward and scolded, “You start lecturing as soon as you return, without realizing how much they’ve missed you.”
“If I don’t knock some sense into them, they’ll become lazy. I don’t want to keep dragging their growth, I hope they all can quickly stand on their own,” said Qin Liuxi while walking towards the cleansing room with a hint of disgust.
Qi Huang couldn’t help but laugh, “Even Zhaozhao is only eight years old this year, let alone Wangchuan and the Fourth Young Master who are just six. You’re expecting them to stand on their own; even forcing growth doesn’t work like that—you’re trying to turn them into towering trees.”
“You don’t understand, the children of the poor must take on responsibilities early.”
Qi Huang shook her head, “That’s just twisted logic.”
It’s clear she wants them to grow up quickly so she can laze about without guilt, claiming with all seriousness that the children of the poor must take on responsibilities early.
Teng Zhao and the others felt a chill down their necks—is the late spring cold still lingering after the onset of summer?
Qin Liuxi freshened up and changed into the new clothes presented by Qi Huang, tailored to fit perfectly. She remarked, “Are these from Qiu Niang, delivered recently?”
“Yes, it’s the Dragon Boat Festival, after all. They said you’ve grown taller, and the measurements are just right. They’re very attentive,” sighed Qi Huang.
“I met with Gongbo Cheng before leaving Li City, I suppose it was his idea,” said Qin Liuxi.
“Lord Gongbo is indeed thoughtful,” replied Qi Huang.
Qin Liuxi curled the corner of her lips.
She had said before that her clothing always came from specialists arranged by Gongbo Cheng, who kept several embroidery ladies solely for creating her seasonal wardrobe, including both men’s and women’s attire. As for the patterns, they were mostly Taoist runes and auspicious cloud patterns, occasionally with unbroken fortune character patterns.
Having acquired two more apprentices, she added two more people to the embroidery team to create their clothing as well.
The embroidery ladies solely dedicated to them were more than capable; the clothes they produced were naturally exquisite, practical, and comfortable, unostentatious in appearance but meticulously crafted in every detail.
“During the holiday, did the Old Lady say anything since I wasn’t there?”
“You know the drill. When it’s an important holiday and you’re not at home, she’ll have a few words to say, but Madam has answered for you,” said Qi Huang. “Yesterday, a young master from the Wang family came to greet Madam, mentioning that you’ve taken Mr. Quan as your patient, and she used that to fend off the complaints.”
Qin Liuxi pouted, disinterested.
She stepped out of the bedroom and saw the Little Ginseng Spirit sunbathing on the windowsill. Sitting down on the Arhat bed, she asked, “You’ve also cultivated for a thousand years, do you know about the Black Desert?”
“Black Desert? I know of it, but isn’t it outside the territory of Da Feng?”
Qin Liuxi became interested, “There was a mountain in the Black Desert that collapsed and sank a thousand years ago, do you know about that?”
“I don’t know about that.”
Qin Liuxi immediately frowned, “Then how can you claim to know about the Black Desert?”
“Well, it’s just hearsay. But I only know that such a place exists. How would I know if there was a mountain that sank?” the Little Ginseng Spirit replied haughtily: “As a true ginseng spirit, I’m devoted to Cultivation, not to be distracted by other matters.”
Qin Liuxi scoffed and plucked a leaf from it, saying, “That’s why you ended up in my hands because you’re simple-minded!”
Little Ginseng Spirit: “!”
Am I in your hands because you forced and tricked me?
And why, even when scolding, must you physically harm me by plucking my leaves!
Qin Liuxi chewed on the leaf while contemplating a review of ancient stories to see if she could find some answers.
Thinking of this, she began to resent the limited intelligence of Hei Sha. How can the native residents of the Black Desert, after living there for a thousand years, still not know the true origin of that mountain? It’s troublesome that none of them seem to have any brains.
Unaware of being disdained, Hei Sha was at that moment deeply engrossed in fighting with Wei Xie, too stubborn to give in. Hei Sha simply couldn’t stand the sight of that man wearing flowers—it was hideously unbecoming.