Lingzhou Yue leaned against the bedrest, her cascade of black hair spilling in wild disarray over her shoulders and chest, yet it still could not conceal that world-shocking, painting-like beauty of her face.
After eating and drinking her fill, she sat on the warm bedding, listening to the patter of rain outside the window. She had been feeling a little drowsy, but one sentence from Xiao Ran jolted her awake.
Work hard at swordsmanship and surpass his master?
This was the boldest thing she had heard in over a thousand years.
Because on her very first day entering the Academy, her former swordsmanship teacher had already admitted that he was inferior to her in the way of the sword.
She had never even learned a single sword move.
She... did not need sword moves.
To surpass her in swordsmanship—perhaps only a god could do that.
But looking into Xiao Ran's eyes, there was not the slightest trace of teasing or flattery.
For the sake of filial piety, could he really throw his life away to this extent? Or had this bastard's filial piety already changed its flavor? In that instant, the peach-colored haze dispersed. Lingzhou Yue steadied herself, and suddenly found it a little hard to meet Xiao Ran's eyes.
She pulled the wine flask from her robes and was about to drink, but Xiao Ran grabbed her wrist.
"Clear wine chills the body. This disciple has something hot here."
"Hah?"
Lingzhou Yue froze.
What hot thing?
Xiao Ran took his master's wine flask, then turned and left the room.
A moment later, he returned carrying an entire large barrel of freshly fermented warm wine.
He lifted the bedding and set the big wine barrel on the bamboo board beside the bed.
This wine fragrance...
Lingzhou Yue hurriedly bent over