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Upon returning to the inn, Li En first went to his room to check on Ye Linglong.

Ye Linglong had already gotten up, but her body was still weak and powerless. She lay lazily on the bed, savoring Li En's tenderness from the previous night.

Seeing Li En enter, Ye Linglong blushed slightly and quickly called him "Master," but after a pause, she changed her address.

"My dear Linglong." Li En stepped forward to help Ye Linglong, who was trying to get up. The blankets slipped off her body, and Li En's vision blurred. He couldn't help but lower his head.

Ye Linglong was breathing rapidly, her legs twisting and turning under the covers, and she could only murmur some words unconsciously.

However, Ye Linglong had already received instruction for a whole day and night yesterday, so she was naturally powerless at this moment. Li En could only give up, comfort her for a while, and then went to the study to find his other good disciple, Qianxue Wuyou.

Room A, number one in this inn, is equivalent to a deluxe suite. It not only has three or four luxurious bedrooms, but also a private bathroom and study. When Li En entered the study, his beautiful female disciple was diligently practicing calligraphy.

As dusk settled, a celadon lamp cast a warm glow in the study.

She held the brush in her delicate hands, dressed in snow-white robes, the silver thread embroidery of intertwined branches on her cuffs gleaming faintly under the lamplight. The brush tip hovered above the rice paper, a drop of ink silently falling and spreading across the paper like the first bloom of a night-blooming cereus.

Outside the window, the bamboo shadows swayed gently, and the rustling sound mixed with the scent of ink drifted into the room. She frowned slightly, and her pen suddenly paused—the iron eaves were startled by the evening breeze, and the tinkling sound disturbed the blue smoke of the aloeswood incense on the desk.

The jade bracelet on her wrist struck the edge of the inkstone with a crisp sound, startling her eyelashes. She then noticed that the last stroke of the character "师" (teacher) on the paper had flown off diagonally, like a crane with a broken wing.

She put down her brush, unaware that her fingertips were stained with ink. The bronze mirror reflected her profile, and the vermilion mole at the corner of her eye seemed to bleed under the lamplight.

Suddenly, night dew splashed in through the half-open carved window, landing right in the inkstone. Ripples spread across the ink, reflecting the fleeting light in her eyes.

Upon seeing Li En enter, Qianxue Wuyou immediately beamed with joy and happily showed him the calligraphy she had just written.

"Master, look, this is my copy of the 'Da Geng Tie'. How is it?"

Seeing his disciple, who was usually cold and aloof in front of outsiders, being so lively and cheerful in front of him, Li En found it quite interesting. He stepped forward, smiled, and carefully examined the calligraphy in Qianxue Wuyou's hands, nodding in praise repeatedly.

Upon receiving her master's praise, Qianxue Wuyou blushed with joy. However, she knew that her skill level was only average and far inferior to that of her master, a master of calligraphy and painting.

"Master, please teach me to write one. I want to see where I didn't do well." Qianxue Wuyou looked at Li En expectantly.

“No problem.” Rean smiled gently and gestured for her disciple to sit back down in her chair. She then went around behind her disciple, bent down and took her delicate hand that was holding the pen.

Almost her entire body was pulled into her master's embrace, and Qianxue Wuyou's body trembled slightly. She could feel her master's strong body pressed tightly against her back, and their cheeks even touched lightly.

This posture was naturally extremely intimate. Although Qianxue Wuyou was somewhat ignorant about matters between men and women, she had read some novels and knew that this had already crossed the line between master and disciple.

However, she felt no aversion whatsoever, and even couldn't help but lean back slightly, pressing herself even more closely against her master's chest.

The two began practicing calligraphy in this posture.

Looking at his beloved disciple, whose hair was now slightly disheveled, Li En's breath became hot. His right hand remained in the position of holding his disciple's small hand, while his left hand went around under his disciple's arm and gently embraced her slender waist. Li En held Qianxue Wuyou's small hand and taught her to write characters stroke by stroke. It took a full hour to finish writing a single calligraphy piece.

Gradually, most of Qianxue Wuyou's snow-white clothes were removed, and the room, which was gradually darkening, seemed to brighten a little with the reflection of her porcelain-white skin.

Qianxue Wuyou was already at a loss, and could only let Li En 'tease' her.

However, Qianxue Wuyou is not Ye Linglong. Ye Linglong has no scruples and focuses all her attention on her master. She wishes she could give everything to her master.

Qianxue Wuyou, on the other hand, maintained her bottom line. She both loved and respected her master. Although her forbidden feelings were deeply rooted, her established beliefs were not so easily broken.

She knew that the relationship between master and disciple was not acceptable to the world, and she also knew that her master's status made it impossible for him to abandon his wife and children. Moreover, her master's wife's family background and status were not something that their Qianxue family could afford to offend.

So whether for her master's sake or for her own, she knew she shouldn't have anything more serious with her master.

However, she couldn't resist her master's enthusiasm and gentleness, and in the end, she took the initiative to bend down and tell her master her feelings in detail.

Although it was her first time doing this, her exquisitely beautiful face, combined with her disheveled hair and the shyness of a young girl on her delicate face, was captivating.

"Wuyou, you are truly gifted." Li En hugged Qianxue Wuyou and kissed her cheeks, earlobes, and lips, but he did not go any further.

Qianxue leaned against Li En, half of her lotus-root arm slipping out from her loose crimson gauze shirt, the candlelight casting a glow on her collarbone.

Her almond-shaped eyes held a hint of intoxication and a touch of shyness, the rouge at the corners of her eyes spreading like the sunset, and her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings brushing across the surface of water.

Beneath her pomegranate-colored skirt, the tips of her beaded embroidered shoes peeked out. As she leaned slightly forward, she traced a half-arc on the blue brick floor, the tassels of her silk sash brushing against the gilded incense burner beside her.

Suddenly she heard the beaded curtain rustle, and she hurriedly tried to cover the open collar of her dress, which only caused a corner of the twin lotus flowers embroidered on her pine-green bodice to sway out.

The jade pendant on her earlobe spun rapidly, making the blush on her cheeks even more vibrant, while her fingertips, adorned with red nail polish, caught a stray strand of hair by her temple.

The night breeze seeping through the window cracks lifted her cascading black hair, causing the bells on the silver comb in her hair to tinkle twice, startling the white cat on the desk, which pricked up its ears. Her glassy eyes reflected her delicate posture as she lowered her head and pursed her lips.

Qianxue Wuyou felt Li En's tenderness and affection, and was overjoyed. She was always aloof and proud, and only for Li En was she willing to do anything.

The two engaged in another heated debate in the study, and in the end, Qianxue Wuyou once again demonstrated her wind instrument skills to Li En. Li En, naturally, was generous to his apprentice, giving her all his most precious possessions.

They didn't come out of the study until Ye Linglong came to call them for dinner.

Ye Linglong glanced at Qianxue Wuyou, whose face was flushed, and then at her master, whose face remained unchanged. She felt a little jealous.

Although her master was no longer as distant as before, and even granted her wish, it seemed that her master treated her junior sister differently. Judging from her junior sister's appearance, she had probably received careful guidance from her master as well, which naturally made Ye Linglong feel a little sad.

However, after some effort from Li En that evening, Ye Linglong cheered up. She also knew that her junior sister had reservations and hadn't completely given herself to their master, so she still held the upper hand. (End of Chapter)