Quick Wear Ace System Childbirth Manual

In Jingran Country, there were many women who served as officials or generals in the court.

Qingshan Academy recruits talented scholars from all over the world and opens its doors to them.

Qingshan Academy has two large courtyards, the left one is for men and the right one is for women.

There was a large field between the two courtyards, surrounded by green bamboos. In the corridor in the middle of the courtyard were several bamboo baskets, which contained countless letters.

At this time, in the women's courtyard, in the study of female students.

Ali was wearing a green student uniform and sitting behind a desk. She slowly put down her brush and waited for the letters on the desk to dry.

Outside the window, sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, entering the house and interweaving with the elegant scent of ink in the room.

Ali stood up gently, walked to the window, and looked at the endless green mountains in the distance.

The original owner of this world dreamed that one day, she would be able to use her knowledge to gain a place in Jingran Country and let more people see that women are no worse than men.

However, her article was impersonated by someone else, and the person who topped the list was not her.

Because the top article on the list was posted. The article was written by her, and the words were also written by her, but the name was not hers, but Qingdu Yang Cui'e.

That person, like her, came from Qingshan Academy, but her handwriting was not even good enough.

The original owner went to beat the drum to appeal for justice, but Yang Cui'e did not show up, and instead the person who showed up was the current crown prince.

The prince came out with a lot of letters, saying that Yang Cui'e had been corresponding with him for a long time. The original owner was a liar, and even if she could write them out word for word, she had memorized them just for this day.

Those letters were written by the original owner to her pen pal. She also made an agreement with the person that she would meet that person when she graduated from high school.

Now, she met the pen pal, but he was sitting in the hall and she was kneeling below.

The original owner wanted to shout, it was her, it was she who exchanged letters with him from beginning to end, and it was also she who wrote the article at the top of the list!

But she was gagged, pressed on a bench, and beaten with thirty boards.

A man might not survive being beaten with thirty sticks, let alone a weak woman.

The original owner couldn't hold on any longer before the thirty lashes were over.

When she was about to die, she saw Yang Cui'e appear. Her right hand seemed to be injured. The prince hurried over to her and said, "I will deal with this kind of person. You should stay at home and recover from your injuries."

Yang Cui'e.

The man who always said that her handwriting was beautiful and took the initiative to be her messenger has now replaced her.

She hates it!

After the original owner died, her soul wandered in this world. She watched with her own eyes as Yang Cui'e became the Crown Princess. Because of her hand injury, she never held a pen or wrote a word again.

Getting the top spot and becoming the top scholar was of no importance to her. It was just a stepping stone for her to become the Crown Princess.

However, for the original owner, topping the list was the first step for her to be able to show her talents and provide a bright future for the people.

In the end, everything was ruined by this guy!

[Current blackening value of the original owner: 99%]

If Ahri hadn't turned back time immediately, his dark value would have exploded.

When a soul's blackening value reaches 100%, at best this energy will remain in this world and affect more people, making them feel that their life is unfair and turn to blackening; at worst this energy will turn into a plague.

Fortunately, Ali adjusted the time to before everything happened, and the original owner... the original owner turned into a little black rabbit, and was chewing a carrot on her table.

At this moment, a clear laughter as loud as silver bells was heard. Several female students walked into the yard laughing and joking. They were holding wild flowers they had just picked from the back mountain in their hands, and their faces were filled with happy smiles.

Yang Cui'e was also among them. She didn't hold flowers, but some letters. She said to Ali, "Wanli, that person wrote back to you."

"Cui'e, you're the one getting the mail again. Thank you for your hard work. Is there any mail for me?"

"Yes, they all are."

"Do you have mine?"

A group of female students surrounded Yang Cui'e to take the letter, and Yang Cui'e quickly put the letter on the table.

But her eyes kept falling on Ahri from time to time. Wasn't she coming over?

The academy's principal wanted these letters to allow female and male students to exchange their academic thoughts with each other.

There is no signature on each letter, and the only thing that matters is the handwriting on the letter. Those with beautiful handwriting and excellent writing skills have a greater chance of being favored.

Of course, if you want to continue communicating and discussing with the other party, you can leave a word, draw a flower, or a mark that is unique to you at the end of the letter when you reply next time.

The female students who heard the news rushed to the scene, opened the envelopes and took out the letters inside. There were poems and essays that made people's hearts ache, as well as alternative views on the articles and academic worries.

All the marked and unmarked letters in Yang Cui'e's hands were taken away, including the one she wanted to keep.

Yang Cui'e was a little anxious, "Wait, there is a letter from Wanli."

"But look at Wanli, she hasn't come out yet. I guess she doesn't want it anymore."

"How could she not want it? Wanli, come out and say something."

Yang Cui'e hurried to the window and looked at Ali anxiously.

Ali rolled up the three-finger-wide piece of paper on the table and put it into a small bamboo tube. She said, "Well, I don't want it anymore. I want to try to send letters by carrier pigeon. The teacher said that I can go to his place to get a carrier pigeon. Then I won't have to bother you to pick up and send letters every day."

Yang Cui'e said anxiously: "Wanli, I don't feel tired, I..."

"No, I don't want you to feel that, but I feel that you are having a hard time."

Ali held the small bamboo tube in his hand and looked at the letters held by those people. These letters had no privacy at all. After being opened and read, if the letters were not good, they would be ridiculed, or put back into the envelope and then sent back.

Sometimes, some people may not receive a reply.

Of course, this is not only true for women, but also for men.

Ali went to the teacher, registered his name, and received the pigeon with a number tag hanging on its foot.

In this way, if the two want to meet, they can come to the teacher to ask for the name of the student who received the carrier pigeon.

The pigeons here are all raised by Master Ren Pingsheng. No matter where the pigeons fly to, they will eventually fly back.

Ali tied a small bamboo tube to the pigeon's feet, threw the pigeon into the sky, and the pigeon flew away.

Ren Pingsheng was very satisfied with the name registered by Ali, Xiao Wanli. The handwriting was beautiful and the person was also good-looking.

The pigeon flew for a while, landed on the weapon rack in the academy's martial arts training ground, held its head high and cooed twice.

There was only one person on the martial arts training ground now, and he was a burly and strong man. He glanced at the pigeon, then looked away and continued to practice swordsmanship and gun fighting.

Not long after, the pigeon flapped its wings and flew over the man's head.

A small bamboo tube fell silently.

The man's eyes flashed and he reached out to take it. He took a look at the small bamboo tube, then put on his clothes and went to find Master Ren Pingsheng.

The sound of reading aloud could be heard from the academies on both sides.

Ren Pingsheng was holding a small can of crushed corn and feeding pigeons. When he looked up, he saw someone coming over. He was quite surprised and asked, "Mr. Li, do you want to try pigeon messaging?"