Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Sang Qingxiao and Qi Xiaomian were chatting while Yin Can was causing mischief nearby. Seizing the opportunity while Misha was busy preparing breakfast for everyone, he quietly moved to the side of the two younger brothers and found a spot to hide, encouraging them to skip class with him.
He thought no one would notice, but even Misha, who had gone to the kitchen, had left some tricks around the children. He was fully aware of what was happening here.
Sang Qingxiao didn’t interrupt; instead, he watched how the Two Little Treasures would react.
Yin Can tempted them, "I’ll take you out to play! What’s the point of reciting scriptures and reading books here every day? Don’t you love the little trinkets at the market? Those adults won’t let you play or eat any of it. Let’s go have some fun!"
The scriptures were being recited by The Office of Censors, while Buddha Treasure was reading Confucian classics. In terms of studying, Buddha Treasure was progressing much faster than The Office of Censors, simply because he was more focused.
After finishing their daily lessons, The Office of Censors would toss aside their textbooks and look for fun everywhere, while Buddha Treasure could sit quietly and read one book after another. Once he finished, he would find more books to read on his own.
"Brother, you’re not being good!"
Surprisingly, it was Buddha Treasure who responded first. Unlike The Office of Censors, who could easily get along with anyone, Buddha Treasure observed before deciding whether to speak. This time, however, he took the lead with a serious expression on his adorable face.
"Why should I be good? They only treat us well because they want something from us. Just because they feed you a few bites doesn’t mean you should sell yourself out! Little Raccoon, you’re really foolish!"
Buddha Treasure’s expression grew even more serious. "They’re good! You’re wrong for saying that!"
At this moment, The Office of Censors chimed in as well, "It’s indeed wrong to talk behind someone’s back. Aren’t you staying here for your own benefit? You want them to protect you."
"If it weren’t for Xiaoxiao looking out for you, you’d have been dead long ago. And your mother—if she insisted on taking the blame for you, she would have been imprisoned by now; execution wouldn’t be far off either."
"They not only saved you but also helped you. They feed you, teach you literature and martial arts, and give you freedom. After receiving so many benefits from them, how can you speak ill of them? That’s not right!"
Buddha Treasure nodded vigorously. "Yes! Xiaoxiao is a good person! Everyone is good! They’re just teaching you martial arts; it’s only been a few days! You don’t want to think about what kind of life you had before?"
The Office of Censors leaned towards Buddha Treasure and crossed his little legs while shaking them and scoffing. "I come from a higher background and am adored by everyone; I lack nothing—no food, no drink, no love."
"But I like it here! I have more classes than you every day and don’t complain about being tired. Why do you think you can whine about being tired in front of me? You want to trick us into going crazy with you? Do you think we’re fools?"
At that moment, Buddha Treasure picked up his book and cradled it protectively in his arms. He reached out with his right hand to hold The Office of Censors’ hand. "Let’s not play with him anymore."
Watching the Two Little Treasures leave without hesitation, Yin Can stomped his feet in frustration.
"Not bad; that didn’t hurt."
Sang Qingxiao sighed triumphantly.
Comment 0 Comment Count