Chapter 76: The Quill Pen

  "Suer, we've been waiting for you to come back and discuss the matter of Tang'er's teacher with Master." Lu Shi spoke up first, saying seriously. I thought they had nothing better to do but cause trouble, so I smiled and said, "I'll do as Madame and Third Aunt instruct."

  The madam took a cup of tea from her sister-in-law's hand, took two sips and said: "If so, then you have no opinion?" She paused for a moment and said: "Our intention is to invite someone who is both literary and martial, so that Tang can exercise his body while studying."

  I hummed a gentle "hmm". The madam continued, "It's just that I don't know who to invite, someone too ordinary won't do, it would be best if it were a scholar preparing for the imperial examination."

  "It's extremely difficult for a bookworm like you to master martial arts." Lü cut in and said.

  A light bulb went off in my head and I suddenly thought of something and said: "Yi Qian Xun, we can look for Yi Qian Xun."

  Several people looked at me strangely with my overly excited expression and asked: "But isn't that the number one genius, Yī Qiān Xún?"?

  I nodded, collecting my emotions and said: "It's said that this person is of good character, gentle and talented, with excellent martial arts skills. If he's willing to come and teach Master, it will surely be a great help." Although I also had some personal motives, I silently added another sentence in my heart.

  "It's good if it's good, but I don't know if he'll be willing to come and teach Tang Er." Mrs. Lü said with a eager expression, yet also with concern.

  "If it's decided that he'll be used, I'll have someone go and invite him. With the face of our Song family, I believe it shouldn't be a difficult matter," said the madam.

  "It's so good." Lü was overjoyed and turned around to look at Song Tang who was sleeping, her eyes full of adoration.

  I didn't think this matter would be resolved so easily. After sending off Lü Shi and the madam, I returned to Song Tang's side and quietly watched him sleep.

  His breathing was extremely calm, but it seemed as if something was choking his throat, constantly making unpleasant sounds. Looking at that pale face, my heart would inexplicably flutter.

  Her hand involuntarily reached up to touch his tightly furrowed eyebrows, and as soon as she made contact, his eyelashes fluttered restlessly.

  This child seems to always be so insecure.