Chapter 1457: 712 Super Weak!

Zhan Country’s Canglan Women’s Academy, Linglong Pavilion.

Xiao Liulang sat in the small tub bathing, singing merrily as he bathed, his little hands occasionally scooping up spirited splashes of water.

“Kick the dog~ kick the dog~ see if the younger brother White loves you~”

“Kick the dog~ kick the dog~ Teng Maibai~ I’ll tear apart your ears~”

Xiao Hen, sitting behind the desk reading a book, shook his head at this devilish song. Is this how Jiaojiao taught him to sing?

“Kick the dog~ la la la~”

“Greasy dog~”

“Kick the dog~ kick the dog~ woo hoo~ kick the dog!”

Striking a pose of wild abandon, Xiao Liulang sang the last line and held the position for three seconds before ending his performance; he then said seriously with a little face, “I’m done washing.”

You mean you’re done singing, right?

Xiao Hen put down his book and walked over.

Xiao Liulang had started trying to bathe himself a few days ago, but since he was so young and didn’t clean himself thoroughly, Xiao Hen usually bathed him after.

“Why are you still so dirty?” Xiao Hen said, wiping his little body.

Xiao Liulang put his hands on his hips: “Hmph! I’m this dark because on the way here, you used me as an umbrella to shade from the sun when the sun was out, and to block the rain when it rained! You held me above your head every day!”

Xiao Hen said earnestly, “When have I ever?”

Xiao Liulang turned his face away: “Hmph!”

Actually, Xiao Liulang wasn’t that dark anymore, he had become much lighter, but life at the Academy was so boring, teasing the child and making him fussy was also a daily routine.

After Xiao Liulang dried off his little body, Xiao Hen swapped the towel to dry his hair.

Xiao Hen sighed, “You were cuter when you had a little bald head.”

Xiao Liulang responded cleverly, “You’re just too lazy to dry my hair!”

You do have some self-awareness.

This was the little monk who drove an entire temple insane by himself; Xiao Hen could take care of him alone, raising him to be dark… uh, not white, but dark and chubby, enduring all his antics without thinking of sending him back.

Honestly, it wasn’t easy.

Even his beloved mentor couldn’t manage that.

Xiao Liulang was so full of energy that after getting hyped during his bath, he got hyped all over again after getting into bed.

One second, Xiao Hen heard him laughing uproariously to the sky “hahaha”, the next second, there was no sound from within the mosquito net.

Xiao Hen walked over and lifted the mosquito net to see the little guy sprawled out asleep.

Thank goodness their room was at the very end of Linglong Pavilion, with the two rooms in front unoccupied; otherwise, with the little guy causing such a ruckus every night, they would have been complained about and kicked out long ago.

Xiao Hen tucked Xiao Liulang in, placing his little head on his own little pillow, but Xiao Liulang often ended up sleeping elsewhere during the night.

Xiao Hen fixed the mosquito net and then returned to his desk to continue studying the book from Yan Country about techniques and principles.

The book was indeed remarkable; no wonder it was revered as one of the Six Great National Books. He could imagine the development it would bring to Zhan Country if he could fully comprehend it and apply its principles.

If one of the Six Great National Books was this impressive, he could only imagine what the other five were like.

Xiao Hen read, forgetting food and sleep.

Unaware that amidst the darkness, a shadow quietly infiltrated Lingbo Academy.

This assassination mission was personally undertaken by Han Ye, dressed in night clothes, his face covered, revealing only a pair of eagle-like eyes.

He carried a sheathed Treasure Sword on his back, a sword that thirsted for blood when drawn.

To deal with a frail scholar, all this seemed a bit much.

After all, he wasn’t the fake “Xiao Liulang.”

But the man’s status warranted this respect, and Han Ye would use his own Treasure Sword to grant him departure.

A patrol of guards passed by; Han Ye lightly tapped his foot and leaped onto the roof.

After the guards walked far away, he leaped down and moved through the night to the outside of Linglong Pavilion.

He had had someone keep an eye on this handsome new arrival to the Academy; he hadn’t expected him to be disguised as a woman, with such a shocking identity.

It seemed the Lord of Ming Province was blind; of all the people to fancy, he fancied someone who would forever be impossible.

Han Ye climbed to the top of Linglong Pavilion’s wall.

Two gatekeeper old women were huddled together drinking wine, fruit wine given by the students, the kind that wasn’t intoxicating.

Han Ye walked past the wall, arriving at a large tree.

This tree offered an excellent view, perfectly overlooking Xiao Hen’s room.

There was a light in Xiao Hen’s room, with his silhouette cast upon the window paper by the candlelight.

“It’s just him and a little guy, judging from the breathing, that little guy is asleep. Only he is awake.”

Han Ye slowly raised his hand, gripping the hilt of the sword on his back.