C16

In February, the flowers were like graupels.

Xiu Ying had been writing in Mu Xi Yuan's study room ever since she had moved to the courtyard. Shen Jun's smile, however, was as beautiful as his daily work, and did not fail to live up to the spring scenery.

Writing ten pages consecutively, her hands were slightly shaking. Shouldn't she be taking a walk outside her house?!

As she was lost in her thoughts, the ink on the tip of her brush dripped down, leaving her writing half-way through.

The corner of Xiu Ying's mouth twitched. She put down the brush, grabbed a piece of paper, and threw it backwards.

"Tsui." The young man's hoarse voice sounded from behind him.

Xiu Ying's body froze. This couldn't be such a coincidence, right … She laughed and turned her neck to look behind her. Sure enough, her third uncle was standing behind her with a slightly gloomy face and a small ink mark on his forehead.

She laughed and glanced down at the ball of paper at his feet, revealing the half-dried words.

"Didn't I tell you before that even if you write badly, you have to stay." Shen Jun smiled as he bent down to pick up the paper, frowning as he unfolded it.

If he rubbed his already muddled words together, he wouldn't be able to see anything clearly. How would he know where the problem was?

Xiu Ying had already taken out her handkerchief and stepped forward to pay her respects. "Third uncle, let me help you wipe your forehead."

Shen Jun smiled as he wiped away the ink on his fingertip. He then swept his eyes over her and said, "Let's continue writing when we get back."

Xiu Ying's back was cold. She stuffed the handkerchief into her sleeve and ran to the table to stand.

Third Uncle was going to be angry!

Xiu Ying nervously took up her brush again. Just as she was about to put it down, there was heat coming from behind her. Then, someone grabbed her hand.

"I've told you a few times, the palm is hollow with the fingers and the wrist is firm with the palm." Shen Jun smiled as he corrected Xiu Ying's crooked hand.

He had been practicing calligraphy over the years, and in order to write more, he had even trained in stone inscriptions. There was a thin cocoon at the tip of his finger.

Xiu Ying's skin was tender and tender, and she could instantly feel it. She was startled. She felt that the temperature between his hands was a bit hot, but luckily, he only managed to straighten her hands before releasing them.

Xiu Ying felt a little awkward.

She pretended to be an eighteen year old soul. To be so close to a man, even if it was a relative, she still felt that it was a little strange.

She quietly leaned towards the table. The youth's indifferent voice sounded again from above her, "You can't even stand up straight?"

Xiu Ying wanted to cry. She definitely didn't!

Shen Jun smiled as he looked at the little girl, who was taller than him, and sighed helplessly. "I'll write my report today and bring you there tomorrow."

"Really?!" Hearing the words "Tsing Qing", Xiu Ying suddenly raised her head and saw the young man's almond-shaped eyes slightly raised.

The surprise on her face turned into embarrassment.

The excitement was so obvious that Third Uncle thought she didn't want to work hard.

His almond-shaped eyes, which had been shining brightly like the morning star just a moment ago, suddenly dimmed down. He didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. How serious did this niece think he was?!

He raised his hand to stroke the top of her head. "When has Third Uncle ever lied to you? I'll take you to ride, as long as you don't call me tired."

Riding a horse?!

Xiu Ying became excited again.

In her two lifetimes, she had only been brought together once. However, she was still slowly led by someone, and she wasn't even considered a rider. But that one time, she could not forget, riding on the horse, the open space between heaven and earth … Just a single glance was enough to make one yearn for it.

"I'm not tired!" Xiu Ying blurted out.

After he finished speaking, he reacted and his face turned red, as if he was too unreserved.

Shen Jun smilingly patted her head again, his lips tinged with a smile. "Then let's continue writing. There are still five more left."

Her homework had changed from ten big words to fifteen, and she had to recite poems and so on. Hearing that, Xiu Ying arrogantly said, "Isn't it just five?! "All ten of them will be finished!"

"Alright, then ten." "Shen Jun smiled at her and glanced at her before turning around to walk towards the recliner." After finishing these ten, there's still the reward. "

Xiu Ying originally wanted to bite off the tongue that was speaking nonsense, but when she heard that there was a reward, her eyes lit up again. The handsome youth comfortably laid down, took out a book, and calmly said, "After you finish writing these ten, you will be rewarded with a placard. You don't need to write anything big anymore."

Xiu Ying almost vomited blood. What kind of reward was this?! Was this really not a pretense of punishing her?!

Her third uncle was simply too terrifying!

Xiu Ying silently wept for herself, gritted her teeth, and began writing. Her many years of experience with Shen Jun had taught her not to think about bargaining. It would only make her Third Uncle even more strict. At least for now, she would have to ride a horse to comfort him.

Xiu Ying forced herself to be content with what she had. She wrote rapidly, and then was finally let go of the two pieces of paper.

The little girl lifted up her skirt and ran out of the door. Shen Jun smiled as he threw away the ruler in his hand. He was still not used to her chasing after him every time she left. Was he that scary?!

Xiu Ying rushed back to Jia Xin Yuan. Madam Feng and Aunt Wang were playing with each other with little balls when they caught sight of their blushing daughter. She sent Xin Mei to get some hot water. Seeing that Yu Ying wanted to touch her brother, she quickly stopped her: "Wipe your hands first, but your hands are too dirty."

Xiu Ying looked at the little bun, who was smiling at her so much that he was drooling. She had to endure for a while before she turned around and sat to the side, waiting for the little girl to take some water to wash her face.

When Aunt Wang saw how meticulous Madam Feng was, she felt both joy and bitterness in her heart. That day, when she heard that the Feng Clan wanted Elder Brother Xiang to be their legitimate son, she was shocked and understood that doing so would be the best for Elder Brother Xiang. Her status was low, and if Elder Brother Ru was by her side, it would definitely delay his future. Although he understood, which mother would want their son to grow up without them?

This kind of motherly feeling was really contradictory. Now that she saw that the Feng family truly loved her son, and that even the direct descendant, Xiu Ying, was also sincere, she decided not to hesitate anymore. After all, Aunt Cui was pregnant again. If Aunt Cui gave birth to a son, it would have nothing to do with her. She had never been able to compete with Aunt Cui's kindness.

Aunt Wang's anxious heart finally settled down. Xiu Ying was also a good hand, so she carefully carried Xiang Ge on the bed to play under Madam Feng's repeated exhortations.

"Madam." Aunt Wang called out to Madam Feng in a soft voice, her hands holding the handkerchief. "May I visit you often in the future, Xiang'er?"

Madam Feng withdrew her gaze from her daughter and smiled at the nervous Aunt Wang. "Of course it's okay. Elder Brother Xiang was born to you. Even if he was given my name, he would still be your son."

When Aunt Wang heard this, she became even more nervous and wanted to explain herself. Madam Feng knew that she had misunderstood, so she patted her hand. "You can relax." It would be fine even if you came to live with me, but then you'd be able to see the lord less often, so you come often. "

Aunt Wang really didn't know what to say.

She knew that the Feng Clan was used to being amiable and gentle, but she was still shocked when she heard these words. A childless mistress, didn't she raise her son to protect her position? How could she allow her son to interact more with his mother?

Aunt Wang didn't quite understand, but she was indeed touched.

She stood up and gave a deep blessing to the Feng family. When the Feng family accepted the gift, they let her sit down again.

"I had already mentioned this matter to Master that day. Perhaps it will be decided in a few days."

Since Aunt Wang had made her decision, she naturally wanted it to be as soon as possible. Thus, she said, "I'll leave everything to Madam." As she spoke, she thought of Aunt Cui. "I wonder how Aunt Cui is doing. I was afraid of disturbing her, so I didn't go over to congratulate her."

Aunt Cui was fine. Madam Feng smiled. "The Old Granny and Old Master are very attentive and send over supplements like running water. I'm sure everything is fine. There's no hurry to congratulate her. "

Aunt Wang nodded, considering what she should bring with her to congratulate her.

The two chatted for a bit longer before Shen Junxiao sent someone to tell Madam Feng to bring Yu Ying out tomorrow. Aunt Wang then carried Xiang'er and left.