Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Chapter 208: The Imperial Master's Heart Beats in This Class

The next morning, Nian Naihe went to the private school early. He stood in front of the window, holding a roll of shiny bamboo slips in his hand. He recited difficult poems in a clear and elegant voice. The sunlight shone through the window lattice on his body, and his long light blue hair had a faint gold edge.

His long hair was casually tied into a half bun with a simple wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair brushed across his straight nose bridge.

He taught very seriously. His figure was like a green pine on a misty mountain, his facial features were elegant, and his eyes were as clear and tranquil as light gold and glass.

He patiently checked the students' recitation progress. The same fingers that were suitable for holding paintings would also hold the girls' wrists and teach them how to write.

When the girl came over, she saw this scene and thought to herself that the State Master was already a talented imperial teacher at such a young age.

He had already noticed that the girl's eyes were scanning the students one by one before she looked at her.

"Miss Xinggui, are you feeling better?" Nian Naihe gently put down the bamboo slips in his hand, walked up to the girl and looked at her.

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I'm much better now." The girl smelled the scent of ink on him and a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

Nian Naihe nodded, a trace of relief in her eyes. "Girl, don't be so stubborn. Your injury hasn't healed yet, so you can't do heavy work or practice martial arts."

"Then, can I attend the class?" The girl also wanted to experience the direct instruction from the imperial teacher.

Nian Naihe didn't expect her to say that, but since she had lost her memory, she might be able to remember it after learning something, so he nodded in agreement. "How are these students after class? What the girl has learned must be different from them. I need a chance to learn about her knowledge."

In the evening, the students in the private school left one after another, leaving only Nian Naihe and the girl walking into the private school.

Nian Naihe placed the bamboo slips neatly on the table, lit a few candles, turned around and faced the girl.

He pondered for a moment, picked up a scroll of bamboo slips, and placed it on the girl's desk. "Young lady, you have lost your memory, and it is difficult for me to guess what sect you belong to. I will start with the introductory lesson of each sect's master and see what you can remember."

The girl opened the bamboo slips and found that it was the Tao Te Ching. She remembered the nightmare of being dominated by her master, a thing she had long wanted to forget.

On the surface, she was still polite and modest, saying, "Please...Mr. Nian, give me more advice."

Thinking that he was satisfied with the girl's attitude, he took out the jade flute and folded it, which could also be used as a slapping board. He slowly said, "I will teach you the Tao Te Ching first..."

Nian Naihe began to explain the opening chapter of Tao Te Ching: "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name." His voice was gentle, as mellow as pearls and jade.

The girl sat aside. Although she was familiar with the contents, she still pretended to listen attentively.

"Mr. Nian, I seem to remember it now. I remember a book called Su Nu Jing." The girl blinked her eyes, looking eager for knowledge.

Nian Naihe blushed and glared at the girl. "Are you from the Huanxi Sect? You actually teach the Su Nu Sutra when you first enter the sect?"

The girl blinked innocently, held her chin and answered honestly: "I seem to have this impression, Mr. Nian, can you tell me about it?"

Nian Naihe frowned slightly as he looked at the innocent appearance of the girl. He stared at the girl's innocent cat eyes and did not realize that she intended to tease him.

The girl's appearance was like tender leaves in early spring, but she looked fragile and pale because of her injuries.

Her skin is as white as snow and her figure is slender and graceful, as if a frosty moon is about to fall and new flowers are ready to be picked, making people want to protect her involuntarily.

Nian Naihe's heart softened when she saw those cat-like eyes, and she said softly, "Xinggui, do you really have any impression of the Su Nu Sutra?"

The girl looked eager to recover her memory, but also timid. She whispered pitifully, "If you don't want me to, Xinggui won't recover my memory..."

The girl's appearance was too deceptive, and he faced the condemnation of his conscience. Nian Naihe could not resist and sighed: "Okay, I'll tell you."

The girl sat up straight, looking expectant.

Nian Naihe's face turned slightly red. He comforted himself that there was nothing wrong with the scripture itself, and that the book of joyful religion had its own reasons.

He took out the dusty Su Nu Jing from the storage device and opened it to see a picture of avoiding fire. The first words were.

He took a deep breath and read in a trembling voice: "The Yellow Emperor asked Su Nu, "Now I want to stop having sex, what should I do?" Su Nu said, "No. The heaven and earth have openings and closings, and yin and yang have their own transformations. People follow yin and yang and follow the four seasons. Now I want to stop having sex, my spirit and energy are not released, and yin and yang are separated. How can I make up for it? Practice Qi several times, get rid of the old and take in the new, so as to help myself. Jade... Jade j..."

The voice became smaller and smaller, Nian Naihe's face turned red, he closed his eyes unable to bear it any longer, and when he opened them again, he glared at the girl coldly.

The girl’s acting skills were already very good. She tilted her head and asked in confusion: “Mr. Nian… Yu… what?”

Nian Naihe's face turned from red to white, and then from white to red, and a hint of embarrassment and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He couldn't tell whether the girl was teasing him or not, and he felt even more embarrassed at the moment.

His fingers tightened unconsciously, and the book in his hands was almost crushed.

"Miss Xinggui, I... I can't read this... It's not polite." His voice trembled slightly, and he was obviously trying to control his emotions.

The girl looked at Nian Naihe's reaction, a cunning light flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her innocent expression, as if she really knew nothing.

"Mr. Nian, I just want to get my memory back. If this makes things difficult for you, then it's okay if I don't recover my memory. It will just make Zhaoer suffer..." The girl had a self-blaming expression on her face, her eyes were red, and she looked pitiful, as if she was really thinking about others.

Nian Naihe felt that he deserved to die for doubting such a kind girl. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He knew that he couldn't give up teaching the girl just because of momentary embarrassment, otherwise he would become a mortal in practice.

"Okay, Miss Xinggui." Nian Naihe continued to recite, releasing his spiritual sense, fearing that someone would hear him saying such erotic words to the girl.

The girl's admiring expression made Nian Naihe's shame even worse, and every word of the scripture he recited was a torture.

Nian Naihe finished reading it with gritted teeth. The girl seemed to understand and said, "Mr. Nian, can you explain what the Su Nu Jing specifically says?"

Nian Naihe's eyes were vague, his face flushed, his dark blue eyelashes trembled, his light golden pupils became hazy, his thin lips opened and closed, his voice trembled slightly: "Miss Qin!"

The girl pretended to be startled, her eyes misty, and she looked at him innocently:

"Mr. Nian...Mr. Nian, what's wrong?"

Nian Naihe turned around, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "It's late today, let's talk about the rest tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, sir." The girl cleaned the table with a wronged look on her face.

Nian Naihe's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He felt ashamed and helpless, but more of a sense of sympathy for the girl Xinggui.

He knew that she had lost her memory and she just wanted to get her past back, but he made her feel wronged because of his restraint and conservatism.

Hearing the girl's footsteps leaving, Nian Naihe's heart was filled with guilt. He really deserved to die.