The garden at night is exposed to wind from all directions, making people shiver with cold.
Zhang Guoqing can't really discuss things there.
After listening to Zhang the Second's somewhat elder-brotherly lecture, he cheerfully pulled him to the study in Ping'an's courtyard nearby.
The three brothers, trained by Zhou Xiaozheng, have one obvious trait: a strong sense of aristocracy in their bones, especially having grown up around Zhou Jiao, they are more or less inclined towards being well-versed in literature.
The study appeared simple, perhaps because it hadn't been formally occupied yet, but the hobbies loved by scholars—Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs—Ping'an didn't miss any of them.
A cursive script hung on the wall, there was an antique zither on the shelf, the books were all ancient and rare editions, and there was an unfinished ink painting on the large desk.
