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Thinking of the bruises and scratches on Wang Qinian's face.
He turned his head and looked at Wang Qinian meaningfully.
"Old Wang, so your grape trellis collapsed too?"
"Hahahahahaha."
Li Chengze laughed, shaking his shoulders.
He patted Wang Qinian on the shoulder.
"Sorry, Lao Wang, it's not that I wanted to laugh... hahaha..."
"Mainly because... haha... I just couldn't resist..."
As for the Second Prince's blatant act of watching the drama unfold...
Wang Qinian could only shrug and smile wryly.
Well, he shouldn't have come today.
Thinking about it, today was alright, except that the Second Prince came to class.
If that brat from the Fan family were here, who knows how he would find ways to mock him.
After comparing the two, Wang Qinian felt a little calmer.
After Su Yu smiled, she also stopped.
It wasn't that he wanted to use his ultimate skill at point-blank range; he just thought of it.
I just had to get this off my chest.
Of course, even though Old Wang has a thick skin.
But we can't keep bullying Old Wang forever.
He then took a bottle of medicine from his pocket and threw it at Old Wang.
"Here, use 89 for treating the wound, and apply 96 to the wound. 460 is fine."
This is his latest healing elixir.
For someone like Lao Wang, this is probably something he needs quite often.
They tossed and caught each other perfectly in sync.
Wang Qinian accepted the medicine with a smile and cupped his hands in thanks.
"Thank you, Brother Su."
Wang Qinian looked at the medicine bottle, then opened it and smelled it.
Unlike ordinary wound medicines that have an unpleasant smell, this one has a pleasant fragrance.
As expected of Brother Su's medicine, it's exquisite.
He knew that the medicine given by Brother Su must be extremely effective.
I'll apply it when I get home today, and maybe the wound will be gone by tomorrow.
So this trip today has definitely been worthwhile.
Thinking about all this, Wang Qinian chuckled again.
……
Kyoto, Fan Mansion.
As dusk fell.
Fan Xian, Fan Sizhe, and Ruoruo finally graduated from the Fan family school.
Recently, my husband took on a new apprentice, and he's been giving them even more free rein.
Therefore, the three of them have been attending classes at the clan school recently.
That was incredibly boring.
The chubby boy, Versace, walked around the mansion with his head hanging low and looking dejected.
All I could think about was how awful going to school was.
All my energy and spirit for the day was drained.
The teacher was so good at teaching; I didn't find it difficult at all, but rather interesting.
He also frequently sent himself out to take practical classes.
Actually, it's just following Wang Qinian around aimlessly, which is really interesting.
Ah, I miss you, sir.
Fan Xian's appearance wasn't much better than Fan Sizhe's.
You should know the curriculum of this private school.
He had long been benefiting from his innate advantages, as well as his husband's encouragement and guidance.
I finished learning everything very early on.
Sitting in a private school all day is practically no different from being in prison.
Fan Xian often thought that perhaps he should have met his teacher later.
Otherwise, this "can't concentrate in class syndrome" wouldn't exist.
Of course, the Master's teachings were actually quite good, but he just couldn't listen to them.
I still miss the time I spent in Danzhou.
At that time, it was just me, my husband, my uncle, my teacher, and my younger sister.
Although taking the other two classes was a bit of a disaster.
Fortunately, she has a husband with whom she has a very congenial conversation, and a gentle and lovely younger sister.
Only Ruoruo's mental state was relatively normal.
After all, those courses, though not as interesting as studying medicine.
But these were all courses that should be learned, and Ruoruo, being always well-behaved, naturally listened attentively.
But she still preferred listening to the teacher's lectures.
The three children exchanged glances and immediately understood.
Everyone was starting to miss Mr.
Fan Xian put his hands behind his back and immediately adopted the demeanor of an elder brother.
He spoke in a very immature voice, but with an air of premature maturity.
"I'm telling you, you two little rascals."
"If you miss him, just say so. Why hide it?"
"Tomorrow, I'll take you to the teacher's residence."
"Let's go collect the debt!"
The chubby Versace looked at the guy in front of him who was three years older than him.
A frown appeared on her small face.
He wondered to himself, how does he know what he's thinking?
But more than confusion, I was annoyed.
I felt a little embarrassed that my thoughts had been exposed.
Children also care a lot about their image.
He then put on an unhappy expression and started yelling.
"Don't call me 'little guy'."
"I am the rightful young master of the Fan family!"
Although Fan Sizhe and Fan Xian studied under the same master.
We even worked as child laborers at Danbo Bookstore for a few days.
They managed to get along amicably for a while.
But he still strongly believed it in his heart.
In the Fan family, only he is the upright young master.
The person in front of me is just an outsider.
Of course, this was also thanks to the teachings of that Lady Liu.
Fan Xian didn't bother arguing with the chubby boy.
Instead, she patted his head.
"I never said I wanted to fight you for that little bit of inheritance."
"Tell your mother to stop teaching you all that nonsense."
The chubby boy, Versace, frowned and shrank back.
I didn't think of anything to reply; I just thought this guy was too strange.
How can he speak so recklessly? It's not like how his mother taught him.
However, regarding what Fan Xian just said, that we should skip school together tomorrow and go play with the teacher.
He couldn't agree more than he could have.
And he thought to himself, anyway, it was Fan Xian who brought this up.
Even if his father finds out, he won't go after him; he'll go after Fan Xian instead.
Looking at it this way, having an older brother isn't so bad.
Ruoruo covered her mouth and laughed, watching the two playfully bicker.