C17

"Is this the plan?" Ling Tianwang raised his eyebrows and commented, "It was rather fitting."

Zhou Ruo'an's eyes lit up as she urged, "Since that's the case, you can start writing now."

Forcefully angered by Zhou Ruo'an's matter-of-factness, Ling Tianwang stood up and looked at her condescendingly.

"You want This King to work for you?" Ling Tianwang reprimanded. His smile disappeared, and he seemed to be very fierce, "In your dreams?"

Zhou Ruo'an couldn't help but frown as she wasn't used to looking up.

She stood up expressionlessly and forcefully pushed Ling Tianwang down before he could react.

Patting her hands, a trace of satisfaction flashed across Zhou Ruo'an's eyes.

This entire action was as smooth as flowing water, causing Ling Tianwang to not be able to react for a long time.

"Actually, I don't want you to help me either," Zhou Ruo'an sighed and said helplessly. "But I can't write."

Ling Tianwang finally came back to his senses. His handsome face turned from white to purple, purple to green, with a variety of colors. It was gorgeous.

"Zhou Ruo'an," Ling Tianwang shouted word by word while gritting his teeth, "Do you know what you just did?"

"I don't like to look up to others," Zhou Ruo'an said matter-of-factly.

Ling Tianwang walked around impatiently and said those harsh words while gritting his teeth.

"If not for the fact that you are still useful, This King would have dragged you down a long time ago! "How audacious!"

Listening to his rambling, Zhou Ruo'an's expression did not change, but a trace of disapproval quickly flashed across her eyes.

"Do you want to help or not?" Zhou Ruo'an asked impatiently.

Ling Tianwang's constantly moving footsteps gradually stopped. He looked deeply at Zhou Ruo'an, forcing himself to suppress the anger in his heart.

"I really don't know how a person who doesn't know how to read can know how to train soldiers." A trace of doubt quickly flashed across Ling Tianwang's eyes as he muttered to himself.

Zhou Ruo'an blinked her eyes but didn't say anything.

"Forget it, forget it. What are you going to write?" Ling Tianwang spread the paper and asked somewhat helplessly, "This King is in a good mood today, so I won't bother with you."

Remembering his dark face from before, Zhou Ruo'an was silent for a moment.

Ling Tianwang had spent most of his time alone in this study room. He was already used to personally grinding ink, but today, his gaze quickly swept over Lili's body. He then instructed as if it was as a matter of fact, "Hurry up and grind ink for me."

Zhou Ruo'an's finger moved slightly, and the dark green bead could be faintly seen between her fingers.

However, he was still conflicted for a while. In the end, he silently put away the item and unwillingly stood next to him.

Stunned by the black ink, Zhou Ruo'an's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion.

Seeing that Zhou Ruo'an did not make any other movements after a long time, Ling Tianwang gradually restrained his complacent expression and asked with some doubt, "Why haven't you started?"

"I won't," Zhou Ruo'an said without changing her expression.

Ling Tianwang's fingers trembled unnoticeably. He looked at Zhou Ruo'an expressionlessly and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Forget it," Ling Tianwang shook his head weakly. He pointed at the bench beside them and said in a cold voice, "Go sit at the side and stay away from me."

Zhou Ruo'an touched her chin as she was able to rest peacefully beside Ling Tianwang. She gave Ling Tianwang a warning glance but didn't say anything.

"I really don't know what life in the Zhou Mansion is like," Ling Tianwang muttered to himself, "Not only do you not know how to read or write, you don't even know how to grind ink."

What kind of life did the Zhou Mansion lead? Zhou Ruo'an couldn't help but blink when she heard this question. The scene from back then automatically surfaced in her mind.

The little girl lived alone in the shabby yard. The servants who should have served her were even more relaxed than the master. They even cursed and beat up the original owner.

This was because they knew that the previous owner was cowardly, and the person in charge of the backyard was Sun.

As for his father, who was supposed to protect him from the rain and wind, after his mother passed away, he married Sun, a vicious woman, and soon had a sister.

As a result, Zhou Ruo'an's concern quickly disappeared and she became transparent.

It was laughable to say that the first daughter of the Zhou family had actually lived like a beggar. She had never been able to receive her monthly salary, and she even had the luxury of being able to eat her fill and wear warm clothes.

It was unknown whether it was due to this or not, but despair slowly emerged in Zhou Ruo'an's heart. The original owner's heart was heavy, almost wanting to surround her entirely.

Gently shaking her head, Zhou Ruo'an slowly suppressed her frightening despair.

"What happened to you?" Ling Tianwang frowned and asked worriedly.

Zhou Ruo'an looked at him expressionlessly. She waved her hand disapprovingly and said softly, "It's nothing. I just suddenly thought of something from before."

"What happened before?" Ling Tianwang asked.

However, just as he finished speaking, Ling Tianwang suddenly remembered the news that was brought to him by the hidden guards. He remembered that Zhou Ruo'an's life in the prefecture was not very wonderful.

A hint of regret flashed across Ling Tianwang's eyes. He coughed lightly and pretended to be serious as he said, "I wonder how will you write the proposal?"

Hearing Ling Tianwang's stiff change in topic, a hint of doubt flashed across Zhou Ruo'an's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

He stood up abruptly and said in a loud voice, "I'll read it, you write it."

Hearing his words, Ling Tianwang couldn't help but pout his lips and urge with dissatisfaction, "Say it quickly."

"Wake up when the time is right. Everyone, run ten laps around the drill grounds …" Zhou Ruo'an said smoothly.

Hearing such strict time requirements, Ling Tianwang couldn't help but lick his teeth as he felt a chill in his heart.

With such intensive training, it was no wonder. Ling Tianwang finally found the reason why he lost that match and sighed in his heart.

Zhou Ruo'an didn't know what Ling Tianwang was thinking, but she didn't feel that there was anything inappropriate about this sentence. It was because she was used to arranging most of the time in the modern era.

"Every 7 days, divide everyone into two teams and compete. The winner will be rewarded, and the loser will be punished …"

"Every fifteen days, everyone will be divided into five groups to engage in a free-for-all. The team that wins will be rewarded …"

Those people who were originally gorging on meat couldn't help but shiver and feel a chill in their hearts, as if they were being watched by something.