Whoever can strike me hard will be rewarded handsomely.

One disciple was incredibly audacious, even spying on the emperor's face; the other was utterly wicked, always eager to stir up trouble.

Jiang Jibai felt his temple throb several times.

Shen Jiangliu, unconcerned, leisurely sipped his tea.

He had already given all the necessary reminders; he had done everything he could.

Jiang Jibai said indifferently, "So you really do keep your word?"

The boy, feeling guilty, didn't dare look at him and said to Fang Yanqing in an exaggerated and hypocritical tone, "Don't blame me, who would have thought? A dignified Confucian scholar actually pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on his disciples' whispers..."

Before the poison master could finish speaking, a loud "thud" rang out, and the boy received a crisp flick on the forehead, clutching his head with a face full of indignation.

Fang Yanqing was terrified and questioned the meaning of life.

Is this really the same majestic and unapproachable emperor who was in the carriage just now?

Did they change the person?

Just as his head was buzzing, Jiang Jibai's voice continued to ring out.

"What did I warn you about last time? If you report your two senior brothers' misdeeds again, I'll send your two senior brothers here..."

Before Jiang Jibai could finish speaking, Qin Ji had already shot over like a cannonball and covered his mouth tightly.

The drug addict, so outspoken!

In front of Shen Jiangliu and Fang Yanqing, do I not have any dignity?

I'm telling you, there's no way! Not even a crack in the door!

Qin Ji retorted confidently, "How can this be considered a false accusation? I'm simply stating the facts!"

Although Jiang Jibai didn't finish his sentence, those who needed to understand his meaning had already grasped it.

The teacup paused at Shen Jiangliu's lips, and a slight crack finally appeared in his calm and composed expression.

Alright, alright, the excitement is finally happening to me.

The Shen family and the Jiang family should be united.

Fang Yanqing's inkstone is stiff and rigid, like a stone pillar.

Teacher, what are you asking me and my senior brother to do?

Is it what I think?

Good news, I have no parents and no extended family to be executed.

Good news! I'm not worried about having a lot of debt, and I'm not afraid of having a lot of lice.

it is good……

Good my ass!

I barely escaped death; I refuse to seek death in this life!

Jiang Jibai had no idea that his scare tactic would have such a remarkable effect.

Those who commit crimes act with impunity.

Those who try to scare others end up terrified.

He slowly and methodically tore the young disciple off his body.

The eldest and second disciples were either drinking tea or staring at the floor, remaining detached as if they were just two background figures.

Jiang Jibai found it somewhat amusing and looked at Fang Yanqing: "I thought you never intended to visit my door in this lifetime."

He still owes money, and if he comes to our door he'll get beaten up. Let whoever wants to come to our door come to us!

Fang Yanqing looked pale, but quickly composed himself: "Since I passed the imperial examination with top honors, I inevitably have to associate with my fellow students, coming and going all day long. It wouldn't be good if I accidentally revealed your residence and identity, so I stayed at my senior brother's house."

Jiang Jibai glanced at him but offered no comment: "It's past 7 PM, let's have dinner first."

It's already past 7 PM?

Fang Yanqing clutched her stomach, somewhat bewildered.

His mood had been like a rollercoaster all day, incredibly exciting, and he hadn't paid attention to anything else. It wasn't until Jiang Jibai reminded him that he realized he had expended a lot of energy and was starving.

The four of them, master and disciples, sat down at the dining table and seemingly enjoyed a harmonious dinner together.

After the meal, Jiang Jibai put down his chopsticks and said, "Come with me to the study."

"Yanqing, recite the essay you wrote for today's palace examination from memory for me later."

Shen Jiangliu elegantly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

The exam papers wouldn't be delivered to him for a few more days. Qin Ji was quite curious about what Fang Yanqing had written, and glanced at them with interest.

Fang Yanqing dropped her chopsticks with a "clatter".

...

study.

Fang Yanqing sat at his desk, feeling the gazes of the three people around him. He lowered his pen and raised it again and again, but couldn't get it to land on the paper for a long time.

Does anyone know?

At the same time, Mo Wenzhang was being stared at by the spray bottle spirit, Jiang Daru, and the supreme ruler.

It's still that same article that lets loose and expresses itself freely.

He's under so much pressure...

This is a recipe for disaster – your ears, your buttocks, and your head are all going to be lost!

Fang Yanqing's face was filled with despair, and the calligraphy brush in her hand was almost broken.

Shen Jiangliu casually flipped through a travelogue. "What are you dawdling about? Is your memory really this bad for someone so young? You can't even recite what you wrote?"

Qin Ji, idly fiddling with the brushes in the pen holder, said with a mischievous grin, "Could it be that he wrote something he shouldn't have?"

Although Jiang Jibai did not speak, a hint of doubt clearly appeared in his eyes.

Fang Yanqing wiped the sweat from his face in grief and indignation, and resigned himself to his fate, burying his head in his pen.

Why couldn't he have been more steady back then?

Letting loose is fun for a moment, but it'll be a disaster afterwards!

Fang Yanqing had just written a paragraph when he looked up and saw his teacher's brow furrow slightly.

Qin Ji originally planned to wait for Jiang Jibai to write for a while before looking at it, but when he noticed Jiang Jibai's expression, he quickly leaned his head over as well.

Fang Yanqing hurriedly covered her face with her sleeve, looking utterly dejected, and said, "Teacher, can you let me finish writing first? You're putting a lot of pressure on me!"

Second Junior Brother's skin is thicker than a city wall. When did he become so hesitant to even write an essay? Shen Jiangliu pondered.

Qin Ji, seemingly eager to stir up trouble, retorted: "It's just the teacher taking a look. What pressure are you putting on me? Did you write something you're afraid to let the teacher see?"

Fang Yanqing: "..."

May I ask?

Whose fault is it that I wrote it like this?

Your Majesty, are you really not afraid that I'll give up and all of us will just give up on life?

Jiang Jibai glanced indifferently at Fang Yanqing, who looked aggrieved.

Not only did he walk away, but he also took the little disciple who was craning his neck with him.

Fang Yanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued writing with a death-defying spirit.

Finally, he put down his pen.

The three people in the study all looked over.

Fang Yanqing stood up, pretended to look outside, yawned, and tried to put the article away: "It's so late, I'm so sleepy, and so are you. Why don't we read it tomorrow? There's no rush..."

Shen Jiangliu has to report for duty tomorrow, and His Majesty has to attend court.

He can sleep in later and make excuses to avoid it for now.

As for the teacher...

Unemployed bums, they're so bored they're practically throwing their time away, there's no escaping

Fang Yanqing felt a deep sense of desolation.

Unfortunately, these two fellow disciples showed absolutely no fraternal affection.

Qin Ji: "A guilty conscience needs no accuser."

Shen Jiangliu: "He confessed without being asked."

For once, the emperor and his ministers were on the same page: "We're not sleepy."

Fang Yanqing: "..." Ever since ancient times, the second person has been ostracized!

...

I saw some readers asking when we'll have another double update event.

I've been busy with something three times recently, so I probably won't have time for double updates until around the middle of next month.