My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

"A higher realm, right?"

Ling Xiaodong murmured.

"Okay! Master, just wait! When I reach the Nine Palaces someday, don't regret it!"

He clenched his fist hard on his chest.

In addition to winning the Qingkui Grand Competition, the current goal is to have a Dao Realm that surpasses the master.

Although the goal of Jiugong is still very far away, Ling Xiaodong firmly believes that he can reach it.

"But where shall I sleep tonight?"

But the goal now is to find a place to rest on the ground for the night. I can't really sleep at the door, can I?

How about going to the village chief to ask for a house?

"Master, open the door! I can sleep on the floor!"

He knocked on the door several times, but there was no response from inside.

Just heard a squeak.

The door of Zheng Si'er's room next door was opened.

She poked her head out from the crack of the door and saw Ling Xiaodong standing outside the closed door.

"Brother Ling, what are you doing standing outside?"

There is another chapter to make up for yesterday's.

Chapter 11 Come sleep in my room

Ling Xiaodong froze when he raised his hand to knock on the door, he turned his head and smiled awkwardly at Zheng Si'er.

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"Miss Zheng hasn't slept yet?"

Zheng Sirer shook her head slightly, opened the door and walked out of the house.

She was still wearing the tight-fitting black dress, and her smooth hair was tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head. Although she had traveled for a day, she was still in high spirits and had no intention of resting at all.

"No, I heard brother Ling knocking on the door outside, so I came out to have a look."

She looked at Ling Xiaodong standing outside the door, and said doubtfully:

"You are..."

Ling Xiaodong laughed twice.

It's hard to say clearly that I was kicked out by the master because of my unruly hands, right?

That's too embarrassing!

"I didn't practice well just now, and I made the master angry, so I was kicked out."

"Is that so..."

Zheng Sirer looked at Ling Xiaodong who was kicked out of the door with pity, and suddenly felt a connection with her.

"Master Mingyue is really strict, probably even worse than my master."

I also had the experience of being punished by my master for not practicing martial arts hard enough.

The rules in the palace are much stricter than other places, not to mention Wenren Yiqing, who has been in the army for many years, even her daily behavior is a bit ruthless.

However, Zheng Si'er didn't know that Ling Xiaodong's not practicing well was completely different from her not practicing martial arts hard.

She frowned and said worriedly:

"Then what do you do now? Can't you sleep outside?"

"It's okay, I'm going to ask the village chief for another room."

Zheng Sirer put one hand on the door frame, lowered her eyelashes and frowned, and hesitated for a moment.

She suddenly proposed:

"Why don't Brother Ling come to my room to rest?"

"Go to your room? How can this work!"

Ling Xiaodong quickly waved his hand to refuse.

Zheng Si'er is not as intimate with her as her master, and it is not suitable for a lonely man and a widow to live in the same room.

"What's the matter, you and I are sworn brothers!"

"Besides, it's getting late now, and it's not good to bother people anymore. I'm not afraid. Brother Ling, are you still afraid that I will eat you?"

After all, she opened the door wider, and stood at the door smilingly looking at the hesitant Ling Xiaodong.

Ling Xiaodong knew that this was Zheng Sier's trust in him, so he couldn't help being touched.

have a look!Master, take a look at them!

Even Zheng Si'er trusted herself so much, the master now saw that he was like guarding against a thief, and even drove him out of the room, didn't he just kiss and touch him twice!

This kind of differential treatment almost moved Ling Xiaodong to tears.

"Then I would like to thank Miss Zheng for her kindness."

Ling Xiaodong did not refuse Zheng Sirer's warm invitation and followed her into the room.

A small candle was lit on the wooden table inside the room, barely illuminating the room with a dim yellow halo.

The furnishings of the two rooms are quite similar.

It was a narrow bed, two wooden chairs and a table. On the shelf next to it was a copper basin for washing and two pieces of clean linen. The end of the bed was wrapped by Zheng Sier's luggage.

The whole is unpretentious and clean, and it can be seen that the village chief has indeed asked someone to clean it.

After entering the room, Zheng Si'er went straight to the wooden table, pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table, writing and drawing on the rice paper with the help of a faint oil lamp.

Ling Xiaodong looked around the room.

She originally thought that there would be two beds in Zheng Sirer's room, so she asked herself to come in to spend the night. Even if it was bad, there would be a bench, but she didn't expect that there was only one wooden bed in the room.

"Is there... is there any bedding here?"

"Bedding? What do you need bedding for?"

Zheng Si'er stopped what she was doing, turned her head and asked Ling Xiaodong inexplicably.

"I'd rather sleep on the floor."

"Sleeping on the floor? What are you doing sleeping on the floor?"

Ling Xiaodong was left speechless by Zheng Sier's rhetorical question, and he stared blankly at Zheng Sier who also looked confused.

"If I don't sleep on the ground, where should I sleep?"

Holding the brush in her hand, Zheng Si'er turned her attention back to the rice paper on the table, and said as a matter of course while writing:

"Of course I sleep on the bed. Why do I have to sleep on the floor when I have a bed?"

Ling Xiaodong was so shocked that he couldn't understand what Zheng Si'er was saying.

"No, if I sleep on the bed, then where will you sleep, Miss Zheng?"

"I'm sleeping on the bed too, what's the problem?"

Zheng Si'er's black and white eyes were extremely clear, without the slightest distraction, Ling Xiaodong felt guilty when he saw it.

Could it be that his thoughts are too filthy?

its not right!

This is too abnormal!

Unmarried men and women who are unmarried, can sleep on the same bed and sleep on their feet?

What kind of education is there in the northern palace!

Why do you feel that Miss Zheng is so weird?

Not to mention directly befriending him as brother and brother, and no matter what kind of magic weapon she thought she was holding on to her lifeblood before.

Now I don't feel any problem sleeping on the same bed. Is this really normal?

It's hard to understand Ling Xiaodong's truth. Could it be that no one has taught her the difference between men and women in Nuo Da's palace?

"Miss Zheng, don't you know... don't men and women kiss each other?"

"I know!"

"Then why did you let me sleep in the same bed with you?"

"Because Brother Ling is different. We are brothers. What does it matter?"

Zheng Si'er didn't take this matter to heart at all, she was biting the tip of her pen and thinking hard, after a moment of silence, she suddenly turned her head to look at Ling Xiaodong, and grinned.

"That...brother Ling, do you know how to write a full meal?"

"Huh? I...I will..."

Ling Xiaodong was shocked again.

He felt more and more that the Prince of the Northern Territory had problems with the education of his son. Why can His Royal Highness not even write?Shouldn’t we have the best teachers to teach us?

Zheng Si'er scratched her head in embarrassment.

"Then there will be Brother Lao."

She handed the brush in her hand to Ling Xiaodong, stood up from the chair at the same time, and gave Ling Xiaodong her seat at the table.

Ling Xiaodong took the brush, sat down and looked down at the rice paper on the table.

The handwriting on it is like a dog crawling, it can be said to be horrible.

He looked up in disbelief at Zheng Si'er who was standing beside him, and then looked down at the handwriting on the paper like a three-year-old child.

They say that seeing words is like seeing people. It seems that this is also nonsense!

Miss Zheng has a beautiful appearance, no matter how she is considered a top-notch beauty, how can her handwriting be so ugly!

She pointed to the end of the handwriting.

"Just write a meal here."

"Ok...okay..."

Ling Xiaodong stared blankly at the slender finger as white as a green onion in front of him. Such a beautiful hand could write such ugly characters, which made him puzzled.

How exactly is this done?

"Is it okay like this?"

I know I still owe a chapter... I'm writing it, I'll pay it back...

Chapter 12 Change of heart

Ling Xiaodong picked up the pen and swiped his wrist on the rice paper, and a delicate and smart "meal" character appeared on the paper.

Compared with the crooked, sometimes thick and sometimes thin characters in the previous article, this character stands out from the crowd, and it seems extra out of place.

Zheng Si'er turned her head to the side and watched quietly, her eyes were about to overflow with admiration.

"Okay! That's it! Brother Ling is so amazing! He can write such difficult words!"

Ling Xiaodong was taken aback for a moment, and felt that these words seemed to be boasting that a three-year-old child could dress himself.

But from Zheng Si'er's tone of admiration, one can know that the girl really admires her, rather than being smug on the sidelines.

He gave Zheng Si'er a weird look, and could only smile and said:

"It's just a hands-on effort."

After all, Ling Xiaodong can even draw the so-called most complicated text of heaven and earth, let alone ordinary calligraphy.