Chapter 251 Didn't you say you won't teach?

"Bringing it back, it's inconvenient to bring Lou Shan, so Du Ying waited at the foot of the mountain. Miss, can I go and see after dinner?"

"No, you tell him to put the big knife in Yuehua Xiaozhu first, remember to put it away, so that no one will touch it." Ye Qianning's big knife was specially made for the old man.

Don't look at it as a big knife, but there are several hidden weapons hidden in it. If it is touched by someone inadvertently, it will be fatal.

Ye Qianning finished his lunch and continued to copy the rules for disciples with a brush.

Master didn’t see Ye Qianning going to eat, so he came back to look at it worriedly. Through the window, he saw the little man tilting his head seriously copying, and nodded very satisfied.

His little senior sister is still very obedient, not bad.

During class in the afternoon, Ye Qianning started to feel sleepy again, and was fined to copy the disciple rules five times, and was fined to copy the disciple rules ten times for speaking in a low voice.

Disciple Gui was punished thirty times a day, and of course she was not the only one who was punished.

Sang Zhi didn’t pay attention to the lectures in class, and was fined to copy the Disciple Rules five times.

Qian Zhuye was fined to copy the disciple's rules five times for doing petty tricks while whispering to each other.

The class ended in the afternoon, all the students left, and only three people were left to copy.

Ye Qianning was fined to copy thirty times, and she only copied once during the lunch break. With so many fines, she was like a normal person, and she was so anxious that Qian Zhuye next to her.

"There are still twenty-nine times left, the master punished you really hard, do you still have the heart to eat?"

"I'm not full, how can I copy." Ye Qianning squeezed the pastry and put it into his mouth.

Qian Zhuye has never seen such a big-hearted person.

Ye Qianning looked at Sang Zhi, he was sitting upright, his posture was regular, his writing was calm and smooth, and his handwriting was excellent, which was inferior to modern calligraphers.

Top students are different. They not only write well, but also write fast.

Ye Qianning stuffed the rest of the pastry in one bite before picking up the pen to write.

It was easy for Qian Zhuye to repeat the Disciple Rules five times. After a while, he finished his own, turned to look at Ye Qianning, and found that she hadn't finished copying it all over again.

"Master won't really keep you."

"Have you seen that the Master doesn't keep his words?"

Qian Zhuye thought for a while: "No."

"That's it." Ye Qianning wrote another page.

"However, so much can't be finished in a month according to your speed. Could it be that you live in the school?"

Ye Qianning didn't speak.

Sang Zhi also finished copying, he folded the copied disciple rules and put them aside, and walked to Ye Qianning again.

Ye Qianning's face darkened, and he looked up at him.

With a sullen face, Sang Zhi raised his hand to straighten the brush he was holding.

"...Didn't you say you won't teach?"

Sang Zhi didn't answer, pressed the rice paper: "Write."

"..."

Ye Qianning's little hand secretly changed his position again, writing as he wrote.

Sang Zhi's stern face turned black with anger, and he was stern again.

"Are you finished? Leave as soon as you finish copying, don't affect me." After a while, he insisted on meddling, which made her lose the mood to write.

"The posture is not right, we have to change it." Sang Zhi was very stubborn.

Ye Qianning got annoyed with going back and forth a few times, threw the brush with her little hand, and lost her temper: "I won't write, I won't write."

Qian Zhuye watched quietly.

"You are too young, your fingers are not fully grown, holding the pen like that will affect the growth of joints." Sang Zhi saw that she didn't respond and said again: "Fingers will grow crooked."

Ye Qianning lay down on the table and didn't want to talk to her.

"A woman can't play the piano if her fingers grow crooked."

"Who wants to learn to play the piano." Ye Qianning hummed: "If you still play the piano, who will you play it to? You?"

(end of this chapter)