Chapter 881: Chapter 881: Not Good Looking, but Cute_1
Jiang Ruobai chuckled, “Are you sure you don’t want it?”
“Don’t infect with your bookish air,” Jiang Mubai waved his hand dismissively, “No, I don’t want it, take it away. And if you don’t have anything else to do, you can go back to where you ca from. Don’t distract from my practice.”
“Well, in that case, I’ll just return this to little Ning’er.”
As he spoke, Jiang Ruobai withdrew his hand and tucked the manuscript into his robe.
“What did you say?”
Jiang Mubai’s eyes widened. Swift as a bolt of lightning, he snatched the manuscript from his brother’s robe, “You should’ve said that it was Seventh Sister who gave it to ! You made it so complicated.”
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Jiang Ruobai was astonished.
His big brother’s martial arts skills had improved greatly.
Upon seeing his brother’s expression, Jiang Mubai grinned smugly, “When we left the Spring Autumn Academy, our martial arts skills were practically on par. But training martial arts is like rowing against a current, if you don’t move forward, you slide backward!”
“Enough preaching.” Jiang Ruobai snorted, “All I’m saying is, pay attention to this manuscript, it’ll do you good. Don’t let Seventh Miss’s hard work go to waste. She spent several days hand-writing this.”
“Really?”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Mubai quickly picked up a piece of cloth and ticulously wiped his hands clean. Only then did he carefully open the manuscript.
He assud it was just so sentintal musings of a young girl, but to his surprise, it was an entire book on war strategy.
Having many years of battlefield experience, his sensitivity to military strategy far surpassed Jiang Ruobai’s. He could tell that the content of this book was infused with profound wisdom and practical tactics. There were many insights that imdiately struck him as enlightening.
“This…” Jiang Mubai was both astonished and delighted. He looked up at his brother, “This is Seventh Miss’s handwriting, I recognize it. But who did she copy from? I must et this person.”
“You won’t be able to et them, even if you wanted to,” Jiang Ruobai replied.
“Ha, I don’t believe there’s anyone in this world I, Jiang Mubai, can’t et, unless they’re dead. Enough ambiguity, who is this person?”
“It’s your darling, beloved niece.”
“What?” Jiang Mubai was taken aback, then shook his head, “Don’t fool . Although Seventh Miss is clever, military strategy isn’t sothing one can master simply by being intelligent. This book must have been authored by soone with over twenty years of battlefield experience.”
Jiang Ruobai suggested casually, “You’ve lived for decades now, who do you think could have written this?”
Jiang Mubai pondered, “I heard the State Preceptor of Rouran Kingdom is lucid in strategy… No, no, if it was him, how did it end up with Seventh Miss? The two couldn’t possibly know each other…”
He thought for a mont, then continued, “Could it be Lin Shimo? He is indeed talented, but he lacks military experience and wouldn’t be able to produce such detail…”
When he saw the increasingly peculiar smile on Jiang Ruobai’s face, an itch grew in Jiang Mubai’s heart. Unable to resist, he asked, “Tell , who is it?”
“I already told you, it’s Seventh Sister.”
“Nonsense.”
“Believe it or not, those ugly characters on this manuscript, besides your niece, who else could write like that?”
Jiang Mubai lowered his head, took a look and chuckled, “Don’t you dare mock my niece’s handwriting. It’s actually quite cute.”
When soone lacks beauty to boast about, all that’s left is their cuteness.
The sa goes for handwriting.
Jiang Ruobai knew that without making this clear, his older brother wouldn’t let him go.
So, he repeated the reasons Jiang Ning had given him.
And then, as expected, he indulged in the expression of General Jiang: shocked into stupefaction.
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