My Wife is Unbeatable in the Whole World, Touch Me If You Dare!-Chapter 88 - 82 Mysterious Woman_3

She hopped and skipped around Li Nuo for a while before darting out to another courtyard in the Song Residence and entered a room where she saw Song Ning'er climbing a pillar.

But she had never learned Martial Path. Like the snail in a Mathematics problem that climbs the wall, she slid back down every time she climbed a bit.

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Song Mu'er lightly leaped, pushed off the pillar twice, and took down the scroll from the beam, leaving Song Ning'er to just gaze longingly.

She smiled at Song Ning'er and said, "Hehe, Brother Li is truly a great artist. He even said he'll paint a color one for me later, even nicer than this. When he does, I'll give you this one..."

"I don't want it!"

Song Ning'er huffed and ran out of the courtyard, straight to another where she shook the sleeping Song Yu awake, urging, "Brother Yu, get up, get up and paint for me..."

Unable to sleep with Song Ning'er making noise by his side, Song Yu groggily got up, grabbed paper and brush, and began to draw her portrait while yawning.

He of course dabbled in painting, since the Imperial Examination required it, and his family had hired a teacher to instruct him in art from a young age.

Only, he had no particular talent in this area and was unwilling to spend time delving into it, so his artistic skill could only be described as passable.

After Song Yu finished painting, Song Ning'er took one look, pouted, and dissatisfied, said, "What is this? It doesn't look like me at all. I don't want you to paint anymore!"

And with that, she ran off again.

Song Yu had long since grown used to this. He had been up all night exchanging philosophies of life with a few girls and had only come home to sleep in the morning, not getting much rest before Ning'er woke him. He was dead tired.

He staggered to the edge of the bed and collapsed straight down, continuing to catch up on sleep...

Song Ning'er returned to her own yard and found Song Mu'er practicing martial arts with Sister Jiaren. Her eyes rolled, and she sneaked into another courtyard.

Inside the room, Li Nuo was admiring a recently completed Colorful Ink Painting.

Compared to Ink Painting, Colorful Ink Painting was like the difference between black-and-white photos and color pictures.

Not to say that Ink Painting was inferior, but the latter indeed had a stronger visual impact.

He once again marveled, Han Zhuo was a real beast, his artistic ability was also genuinely good; if not for that incident, he might have truly become an Advanced Scholar.

Somebody so ruthless and without principles, once in power, who knows how many people would suffer.

The little girl who had just entered the room was also stunned by the painting and gaped at it.

After regaining her senses, she grasped Li Nuo's hand, pleadingly said, "Brother Li, the painting from yesterday got ruined by Song Ning'er. Could you paint me another one just like it, please..."

Having said that, she promptly recited, "Before my bed, the moonlight is so bright, I wonder if it's frost around. Lifting my head, I view the splendid moon, then bow my head, dreaming of my dear home."

Song Mu'er, that dummy, worried she couldn't remember it, had written the secret passphrase down and hidden it under her pillow, and Song Ning'er had stealthily seen it.

Song Ning'er dared not ask for such a colorful painting, though she liked it more — she knew painting something like that would surely take a lot of time.

Once Song Mu'er finished practicing and returned, she would unveil her secret, but Song Ning'er wasn't that foolish.

Although Song Ning'er had memorized "Thoughts on a Quiet Night," she didn't know that after matching the passphrase, there was also a gesture of clapping hands.

Li Nuo smiled and said, "Ning'er, stop messing around..."

Song Ning'er stamped her foot and insisted, "I am Mumu, not Ning'er!"

Li Nuo said, "Then do a somersault right here and let me see."

Song Ning'er turned and left without hesitation.

She was not Song Mu'er; she couldn't do a somersault on the spot.

When she returned to her room and viewed the painting hidden on the beam, thinking about how she was exposed with just a single sentence, she finally made up her mind.

She ran to a room and declared, "Mom, I want to learn Martial Path!"

A woman who was applying cucumber slices to her face responded indifferently, "Oh, dear, why should a girl learn Martial Path? Learning Martial Path is so tough. Once you start, you won't have much time to play..."

Song Ning'er stated resolutely, "I want to learn Martial Path!"

The woman said, "Alright, alright. Once mom has finished with her face, I'll let Sister Jiaren know and she can teach you..."

Song Ning'er shook her head, "I don't want Sister Jiaren to teach me; she's close to Song Mu'er!"

The woman said helplessly, "Ning'er, stop making a fuss, go play on your own..."

Since her mother ignored her, Song Ning'er ran to another room. The abacus in Song Hao's hands rattled as he worked. Even before Song Ning'er could speak, he said, "Ning'er, dad is busy, go and play by yourself...…"

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Song Ning'er wandered desolately along the small paths of the Song Residence. Her mother didn't care for her, neither did her father, Sister Jiaren only taught Song Mu'er the Martial Path, and Brother Li painted only for Song Mu'er.

Nobody liked her.

She entered the most secluded courtyard in the back of the Song Residence. It was where the family stored miscellaneous items, a place no one usually entered, and it was her own secret sanctuary.

After closing the courtyard door, she lifted the hem of her dress, sat on the stone steps at the entrance, and began to cry, feeling wronged.

"Crying, can crying make you better than your sister? Are you planning to compete with her on who can cry louder in the future?"

A voice suddenly reached her ears. Song Ning'er lifted her head, wiped her tears, and gazed forward.

A figure with a Curtain on her head sat atop the wall, swinging her delicate and fair legs.

The breeze lifted the light veil beneath the Curtain, revealing half of a face covered by a moon-white mask and a pair of beautiful eyes.

Song Ning'er looked at her blankly and asked, "Sister, who are you?"

The woman didn't answer her question. Instead, she looked down at her from her high perch and asked, "Do you want to learn Martial Path with me?"

Song Ning'er said, "I want a very powerful master to teach me, at least someone no worse than Sister Jiaren..."

The woman hopped down from the wall, flicked her finger, and a burst of energy shot forth.

A few yards away, a green brick shattered with a loud boom.

She looked down at Song Ning'er and asked, "Is that impressive enough?"