From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 171 Xiangling's Teachings

Meng Yuan was eager to go home, so he fetched some water and brushed the little red horse's body.
"You've rested for almost a month, and you've gained weight. When you get home, you'll have to take care of things. I'll have to take Jiang Yatou and Sister Qingqing out by then..."

After muttering for a long time, the bright moon finally came out.

After breakfast, Meng Yuan and Ming Yue said goodbye to Qingshan and set off on their journey home.

Both of them wore loose robes and hats to block the sun, and went south.

The sky was gloomy, with cool breezes blowing. There was no need to spare the horses' strength, as the river was visible just after noon.

Meng Yuan knew that the mission was important, so he didn't hang out in Zuiyue Tower and went straight back to the palace.

"It's been over a month since we last met, but it feels like years." Meng Yuan sighed.

"Don't you want to go to Zuiyue Tower to see your good sister?" Mingyue glanced at Meng Yuan.

"People should have a beginning and an end, and the same applies to doing things. I sent the girl out of the palace, and now I should send her back to report." Meng Yuan spoke with great principles.

Mingyue's mouth twitched and she said nothing more.

They returned to the palace together and met Xunmei. The three of them came to the outside of Jingyuan together. Before they went in, they saw Jiang Tang holding the whisk and Xiangling.

Xiangling was not wearing any headdress, and her small bag was of a floral pattern, which made her look smart and capable.

"Little gelder!" Xiangling jumped up happily and jumped onto Meng Yuan's shoulder. She tilted her body and tried to stick her head out. Her eyes were wide open as she kept looking at Meng Yuan. She said stupidly, "Little gelder, how come you've become more beautiful again!"

"..." Meng Yuan smiled and pinched Xiangling's belly. He found that she seemed to have gained some weight, so he asked, "How did you know I was here?"

"I don't know. It's going to rain, and I'm going home to collect clothes!" Xiangling was very serious. She pointed to the sky and said, "Look, is it going to rain?"

It's been cloudy since morning, right? You just remembered to collect the clothes now? Also, no one would hang out the clothes to dry on this day, right?
"It's really going to rain." Meng Yuan smiled.

"You are really good at reading!" Xiangling was very happy and asked again: "Why don't you write to me? I have written you many letters."

"I'm on a business trip and can't receive letters." Meng Yuan explained.

Xiangling stretched out her nose to sniff Meng Yuan's face, then leaned close to Meng Yuan's ear and whispered, "Godmother said that if you can lie down, don't sit, and if you can sit, don't stand. Little gelder, you have to learn to be lazy!"

"I was just being lazy outside." Meng Yuan said.

"You can't be too lazy." Xiangling made sense. "Tonight I'll teach you how to be lazy without getting your wages deducted."

"..."Meng Yuan smiled and nodded.

"Xiangling, can't you see me?" Mingyue suddenly spoke.

Xiangling turned her head at this time, stood on Meng Yuan's shoulder and bowed to Mingyue, "Auntie, you are so beautiful!"

Mingyue smiled, took out a small sword carved from stone and threw it to Xiangling.

"Aunt, you are so kind!" Xiangling took it happily, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then hid it in her bag even more happily.

"Miss Third, do you have time?" Meng Yuan asked Jiang Tang.

Jiang Tang smiled slightly and said, "The master is bathing."

Before Meng Yuan could say anything, Mingyue stepped in.

"Is everything okay at home recently?" Meng Yuan touched Jiang Tang's hand from behind.

"Everything is fine, grandpa is fine too." Jiang Tang, wearing a Taoist robe, looked up at Meng Yuan with a look of joy on his face.

"I have taught your young wife how to write poetry!" Xiangling boasted very seriously.

The three chatted nonsense, went home to collect their clothes, and then went to Jingyuan and came to the pavilion by the lake. Everyone sat down, Jiang Tang served hot tea, and then left.

The third young lady had not yet emerged from her bath, but the sky was growing increasingly gloomy.

Meng Yuan and Ming Yue sat opposite each other at a low table when Xiang Ling came to untie her bag.

"My godmother said that if I don't study for three days... Hey? Where's my poetry collection?" Xiangling turned the bundle over and then tied it around her neck. "I'll go look for it!"

She jumped out of the pavilion quickly and ran into the depths of Jingyuan.

After a while, Xiangling came running back, still looking unconvinced. She looked at Meng Yuan seriously and said, "I told Third Grandma that you were back and asked her to hurry up, but she said there was no rush."

As Xiangling spoke, she took out a small booklet from her bag and said, "I have enough time to eat ten eggs just by taking a bath!"

She showed the thin book to Meng Yuan, staring at him with her big round eyes, expectantly saying, "I wrote a lot of poems while you were away!"

Meng Yuan took it and flipped through the pages one by one. There were things like "The small eggs are so round that you will feel hungry if you eat them during the day" and "The water won't flow unless it rains, and my third grandmother said that my head shape is ugly."

"As expected, you are the president." Meng Yuan closed the book and praised, "A good sentence is found by chance, and it is natural."

"You speak very nicely!" Xiangling was very happy and asked, "Don't forget to study when you are out there! Have you written any poems?"

"I'm not very good, but I saw a few sentences that are in line with the current situation in some old books." Meng Yuan was very bored when he was outside, and he would naturally write down the occasional good sentences he came across.

He took out a piece of paper and handed it to Xiangling.

Xiangling unfolded it and took a closer look. She saw the moon setting, crows crying, frost filling the sky, maples on the river bank and fishing fires opposite her sad sleep. There was also a deep forest unknown to anyone, with the bright moon shining upon her.

"Great!" Xiangling looked at it carefully and praised with shining eyes.

She stared at Meng Yuan carefully and asked, "When did you become so good?"

"I didn't write it." Meng Yuan said honestly.

"Little gelder! When did you become so modest?" Xiangling said seriously, holding up the collection of poems for Mingyue to read. "Mingyue, look! Godmother said that sticking your butt out is for people to see! If no one sees it, then isn't it a waste of time?"

"..." Mingyue's face was cold. She knew Meng Yuan's ability and didn't want to watch it, but seeing Xiangling's expectant eyes, she still took the collection of poems.

Mingyue quickly finished flipping through the thin book. After a brief pause, she looked at Meng Yuan and gave him a ruthless evaluation, saying, "What you wrote is simply unbearable to read."

Xiangling was not angry when she heard her own member being slandered. She just said seriously: "Mingyue, you are a little rude!"

Mingyue was also a person who corrected her mistakes. She looked at Meng Yuan and changed her words, "What you wrote is simply unbearable to read."

"Alas!" Xiangling put away the paper and carefully hid it in her small bundle, not forgetting to comfort him, "Little gelder, my godmother said that no matter how good you are at sticking out your butt, you still need someone who knows how to do it."

She packed her small bag, looked at Meng Yuan very seriously, and said, "I know you are capable, that's all! We don't care what others say!"

"Yes!" Meng Yuan agreed.

The dark clouds in the sky grew lower and lower, and then a thunderous roar came down, tearing the entire sky apart.

Xiangling had been pretending to be a teacher and trying to comfort Meng Yuan, fearing that he might become discouraged in his poetry studies. But when she suddenly heard the thunder, she threw away her dignified teacher's appearance and threw herself into Meng Yuan's arms.

Thunder rumbled one after another, and the late summer rain poured down.

After drinking another half cup of tea, the rain became heavier and the sound of frogs croaking could be heard from the lake.

Xiangling was already asleep. In the mist and rain, Yingru came slowly towards her, holding an umbrella.

(End of this chapter)