Chapter 7 Tan Yun Practices Calligraphy in the Night

Chapter 7: Tan Yun Practices Calligraphy at Night

Inside Ji Shi Clinic, a light and pleasant sound echoed.

“Neighbor Zhang San’s plight is dire, he eats one meal but has no next.”

Tan Yun held a feather duster, humming a tune as she cheerfully dusted the counter: “Such a situation is self-inflicted, all because of laziness and playfulness.”

“Tan Yun, oh Tan Yun, you’re truly becoming more and more diligent.”

Tan Yun put down the feather duster, then looked at the couplet on the wall and said faintly, “The calligraphy is passable, quite eye-catching.”

“You can understand it?”

Just then, a voice sounded from behind her.

Tan Yun was startled, turned her head to see it was An Jing, and immediately patted her chest, saying, “Young Master, you scared me!”

“This is my proud work.”

An Jing looked at the wall and slowly said.

“May there be no suffering in the world, rather let the medicine on the shelf gather dust.”

This couplet was written in running script, which is generally difficult to understand; even the old scholar who came last month couldn’t recognize the characters.

Tan Yun had joined the Demonic Cult from a young age, and her martial arts were taught hand-in-hand by the Demonic Cult Seniors. Killing a few people was simple for her, but as for characters, she only recognized the two characters for Demonic Cult. How could she recognize the complex running script in front of her?

As for becoming the Sect Master’s maid, she was temporarily assigned by the Human Sect Sect Master. Zhao Qingmei’s personal maid was the Vermilion Bird Seat.

“No, if this Little Doctor knows I’m illiterate, he might mock me.”

Tan Yun chuckled twice, and said with a serious face, “Young Master, my Young Miss comes from a prominent family. She has been practicing calligraphy since she was little. I have followed her for so many years, so recognizing these few characters is nothing remarkable.”

“Amazing!”

An Jing gave a thumbs up, but sighed in his heart, “As expected of someone from a prominent family, even a maid is so talented, it makes one sigh with admiration. ‘A maid as talented as you…’”

“Young Master, Young Miss has already prepared dinner, let’s eat quickly.”

Before An Jing could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the gesticulating Tan Yun, who said, “Young Miss has been busy since early morning, you must not disappoint her kind intentions.”

“Is that so? I’ll go take a look now. This string of candied haws is for you.”

An Jing was also full of anticipation and quickly walked towards the back hall.

Watching An Jing leave, Tan Yun breathed a slight sigh of relief, “Almost, my lifelong reputation would have been ruined.”

An Jing and Tan Yun sat expectantly at the table, and soon Zhao Qingmei brought out plate after plate of delicious dishes.

The dishes included stir-fried chives, braised pork with bamboo shoots, sweet and sour carp, and braised tofu.

“Madam, that’s enough, let’s sit down and eat.”

An Jing looked at the dishes on the table, his throat moving.

“There’s also a pork rib and winter melon soup.”

Zhao Qingmei finally served a pot of pork rib soup, with freshly sprinkled green onions floating on top, the aroma wafting through the air.

“Young Master, I’ll pour you some wine.”

Tan Yun quickly picked up the wine pot nearby and obediently poured a small cup for An Jing.

An Jing took a light sip of the clear wine in his cup, and a sense of satisfaction spontaneously arose.

A month ago, he was alone; he never expected that a month later, his home would have such a virtuous, gentle, and beautiful wife.

“Husband, please try this.”

Zhao Qingmei picked up a piece of braised pork and placed it in An Jing’s bowl, “It’s been stewed for over an hour, it should be flavorful.”

“Delicious, it melts in your mouth, rich but not greasy.”

An Jing took a bite of the braised pork, not expecting Zhao Qingmei’s cooking to be so delicious.

Seeing An Jing’s satisfied expression, Zhao Qingmei’s heart was also filled with happiness.

“Husband, I have something I want to discuss with you.”

“What is it? Just say it.”

“This clinic only has one doctor, you, so it’s always busy. Moreover, if you encounter some female patients, it can be a bit troublesome. Why don’t we let Tan Yun learn some medical skills behind you from now on, to help lighten your burden?” Zhao Qingmei slowly said.

Tan Yun, who was feasting, looked up, somewhat bewildered, at Zhao Qingmei.

“Sect Master, why didn’t you discuss this with me before?”

An Jing chuckled, “Since Madam says so, it’s fine. Tan Yun is clever and intelligent, and she’s well-read and talented. She’s definitely a good candidate for learning medicine, as long as she’s willing.”

“She’s definitely willing.” Zhao Qingmei smiled slightly and looked at Tan Yun.

“Little Tan Yun is willing.”

Tan Yun showed a smile uglier than crying, then said, “Young Master, you just got married and are quite busy. How about we talk about this in half a month?”

“Alright.”

An Jing thought for a moment and agreed.

Zhao Qingmei nodded with satisfaction. With Tan Yun around, An Jing could stay away from those flirtatious women, and she would also have an extra pair of eyes.

After a satisfying meal, the task of washing the dishes naturally fell to Tan Yun.

The crescent moon hung high, and stars were sparse.

“Husband~!”

Zhao Qingmei’s voice was very pleasant, with a lingering tone.

Then she pulled An Jing into the room.

An Jing felt a warmth pressing against him, starting to burn on his skin. Looking at the delicate and beautiful face in his arms, how could he not understand?

Night, silent.

In Chunfeng Alley.

“This is nothing, I can still drink, come, let’s have a few more drinks.”

Zhou Xianming, holding a wine jar, staggered home drunkenly.

This Zhou Xianming was none other than the storyteller from the teahouse.

Literati have always been quite romantic. When he had nothing to do, besides telling stories at the teahouse to earn some money, he would frequent various brothels for pleasure.

“Clang!”

Zhou Xianming kicked open his courtyard gate and had just stepped into his house.

“Don’t move!”

Suddenly, a gleaming blade was held against his neck. If he took one more step forward, the blade would directly decapitate him.

Zhou Xianming instantly sobered up from his drunkenness, cold sweat streaming down.

“M-my lord, please spare my life.”

“Come inside first.”

Zhou Xianming swallowed, not daring to shout loudly, and could only walk inside the house.

Inside the house was a figure dressed in black, holding a gleaming blade, standing straight by the table.

Although Zhou Xianming was a Jianghu storyteller, he was a scholar with no power to even truss a chicken. Seeing this scene, his body had already collapsed to the ground, crying out, “Hero, spare my life, hero, I am just a poor scholar…”

“A scholar is exactly right.”

The black-clad figure’s voice was somewhat hoarse, dry, and very unpleasant.

“A scholar?”

Zhou Xianming was stunned for a moment, somewhat confused. Do robbers pick their targets now?

“You know this book, right?” The black-clad figure took out a book.

“Yes, I know. This is an introductory book for schoolchildren in Yan State.” Zhou Xianming picked up the book from the ground and said honestly.

“Teach me.” The black-clad figure said.

“Ah!?”

Zhou Xianming thought he had misheard. This person actually wanted him to teach this introductory book for schoolchildren.

Could this be a different kind of test?

“I said, start by teaching me the simplest characters from it.” The black-clad figure said coldly.

“Good, good, good.” Zhou Xianming quickly said, “As long as Hero doesn’t kill Zhou, this seven-foot body of Zhou is at your command.”

Afterward, Zhou Xianming lit a candle and opened the introductory book.

Under the faint candlelight, Zhou Xianming began to provide basic education to the black-clad figure.

“Let’s start with the simplest counting. This character is ‘one’.”

“I know.”

“This character is ‘two’.”

“Continue.”

“This character is ‘three’.”

“It seems that learning characters is not difficult. I already know how to write ‘four’.”

The black-clad figure chuckled, a hint of pride in his words.