C7

Xiuying finished her breakfast and sent the elders off. When she came back, she saw Shen Junxiao get off the bed. The little girl was currently helping him put on his clothes. The body of a fourteen year old youth had already become as flexible as a pine tree, and was tall and straight.

She ran forward first, then realized she should avoid it. But when Shen Junxiao saw her, he smiled at her and said, "Third Uncle knows his bed, so he still has to go back to his own yard. Will Yaoyao take care of Third Uncle?"

Xiuying was upset that she had returned to being eight years old. Her mind had become the same as her age. Her body's reaction speed was faster than her brain's.

Yuan Zi didn't say anything. Shen Junxiao walked up and touched the top of her head. Xiuying reacted and smiled sweetly at him. "As long as Third Uncle doesn't mind me being annoyed."

"Yeah, I can supervise your practice when I have the time."

Xiuying's face immediately fell.

Third Uncle was trying to catch her doing her homework. Third Uncle was always so serious, so his mother just casually said it. However, he acted like she was an imperial edict, holding her and practicing calligraphy since the age of last year.

However, so be it. She was no longer a child, so practicing was nothing to her.

Shen Junxiao liked to see her changing expression. She was always so straightforward when she was young, everything was written on her face. But when she was older, she wouldn't be like this … Shen Junxiao thought of the dignified and gentle Xiuying after he had grown up, and his heart felt somehow empty.

Shen Junxiao insisted to Old Madame Shen to leave. Old Madame Shen couldn't do anything to her youngest son, so she let him go. If it wasn't for the fact that Shen Junxiao was unwilling to have a bunch of girls accompanying him, he would have had to bring the flexible chariot back to the yard.

When Xiuying was led to the Muxi Courtyard, she could tell that Shen Junxiao was enduring his pain. When he returned to the house, his handsome face was obviously even paler than before.

She, Third Uncle, was very willful. She was young when she was young, but she was also grown up when she was young. He wondered if he himself was aware of this.

The little girl secretly peeked at him with a strange expression, as if she was not in agreement with him. He only needed to think for a bit before he knew that she was referring to his return to the courtyard. Shen Junxiao felt that this girl seemed to be more weird than he remembered.

Was she going to get involved with him?

Shen Junxiao felt it was funny, but he didn't show it on the surface. He asked someone to move the table to the brick bed opposite of the bed and pointed: "Uncle is going to rest for a while, you can practice your calligraphy here." Very serious.

He really wouldn't let her off for even a second.

Xiuying curled her lips. Under his gaze, she cleaned her hands, spread out the paper, and began writing on it seriously.

Shen Junxiao also lay down and closed his eyes. The back of his head was indeed hurting. As soon as he got up, he didn't feel pain all the way to his feet.

The uncle and nephew pair were lying on the floor. The room was very quiet. Only the sound of Xiuying's pen touching the paper could be heard. A gentle breeze blew in from the window, filling the room with its soft warmth.

Xiuying wrote ten large words in one go before she stopped to rest.

She put down the pen and turned her wrist, looking at the slightly twisted words on the paper with a helpless expression.

In the end, he was still young and lacked the strength to write it. The handwriting was not as good as he had imagined. When Third Uncle saw this, he had to say that she didn't write well.

Her somber eyes moved away from the paper and looked around the room.

Third Uncle's room was still the same as in his memory, one bright and one dark. Right now, she was in the east side's inner room, the room he was resting in. The furnishings were simple. There was a bed, an eight-treasure rack, and a long table set up to the north. Actually, Third Uncle looked simple, every piece was exquisite and expensive, the furniture in the room was all rosewood. In the entire Shen's Mansion, only he had a complete set of rosewood.

She had always felt that her grandmother had given the best possessions from Shen's Mansion to Third Uncle.

"Why didn't I write it? I was distracted."

While she was looking, Shen Junxiao's faint voice sounded. Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly lowered her head and picked up her pen. Shen Junxiao opened his eyes and looked at her.

Against the light, he couldn't see her expression clearly, but she must have been cursing at him in her heart. When had she not been like this?

He thought for a while, warmth flashing through his eyes. He then closed his eyes and said, "I'll write ten more pages before you go back. I'm afraid that my sister-in-law has been missing you all night too."

"Thank you, Third Uncle!"

A light sound came from inside the house, like the birds on the branches of a tree.

Truly, he was so happy without practicing any calligraphy. He didn't even bother to conceal his tone. Shen Junxiao was helpless. He wasn't that strict.

Seemingly expecting something, Xiuying's brush landed faster. Of course, it was even worse than that. After she finished writing, she showed it to Shen Junxiao. Without a doubt, he hit her hand three times with the ruler, causing her to grin like a lady.

She was an eighteen year old lady. Not only did the palm of her hand hurt, it also made her embarrassed. Fortunately, no one knew.

Xiuying clasped her hands and bowed to him, "Then I'll come and see Third Uncle later."

"Don't come here today. It's not easy to walk at night. Spring is just around the corner, don't catch a cold." Shen Junxiao laid back down and said lightly with a tired look on his face.

Xiuying thought about it and agreed. She smiled happily and said that she would pay her respects to Old Madame Shen before running off as fast as she could with her skirt held high.

Shen Junxiao narrowed his eyes to a slit as he looked at her back. There were no ghosts chasing her away, she was really a little girl that could hurt people's hearts.

But he would have liked to see her always so cheerful.

Everything that had happened appeared in his mind once again. Shen Junxiao's expression became more and more cold, until it finally turned sharp. Although he didn't know why he had returned to his youth, since he had, he couldn't allow many things to happen again.

Xiuying and her daughter, it was better for him to help with the planning. That big brother of his really couldn't be called a human! Thinking about what he found out after opposing his brother, even Shen Junxiao, who had seen a lot of trouble, was shocked.

Mrs Feng was indeed waiting for her daughter. After she said that the young girl sent the Third Master back to the courtyard, she thought that her daughter would be back soon. As expected, right after she finished her first fight, she heard her daughter's melodious voice coming from the courtyard.

She looked over her shoulder and saw that the round and delightful girl was running towards her. The sound of footsteps came all the way to her and she pounced on her.

"What are you running around for, aren't you afraid of getting mixed up?" Mrs Feng hugged her, but her eyes were full of smiles.

Ping, who was serving Xiuying, stuck out her tongue at the side.

She knew that Madame would not really blame them, nor would she anger them.

When Mrs Feng saw that she was sweating profusely, she wiped it off with the handkerchief and then went to feed her some water. Acting coquettishly while pouncing on her mother was Xiuying's greatest limit. Furthermore, it was her body's natural instinct. How could she let her mother feed her water? She was just like a little child.

She carried the water and sat beside Mrs Feng, sipping it.

When Mrs Feng saw this, she did not stop her. A girl needed to be pampered, but it was not as if she was pampered.

"How is Third Uncle?" Mrs Feng asked, looking at her pleasant little face.

"Third Uncle's injury should still hurt. He insisted on going back to Muxi Courtyard and his face was as white as paper. But just like that, he even urged his daughter to practice her calligraphy and wrote twenty large words before finally allowing her to come back. "

"Mrs Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she heard her complaints. Third Uncle was injured like that and taught you wholeheartedly, yet you still despised him. That injury was also caused by you. "I have no conscience." She sighed again, thinking of sending some supplements over.

Her brother-in-law was really good to his daughter. Her daughter was too naughty when she was young, and she was also the oldest amongst the younger generation. When she understood things, she only had a brother-in-law who was six years younger than her. Seeing how attached the sky was, it was rather strange. No matter who it was, this bland brother-in-law of hers had the patience to play with his daughter. He even jumped off the rope with his daughter.

He didn't know how his naughty daughter had managed to get this brother-in-law to do well.

It wasn't that Xiuying really wanted to complain, but she was actually 18 years old. If she couldn't write properly for Third Uncle in the future, the scene would be too … However, when she heard her mother's words, she knew whether she should practice the calligraphy or not.

She played dumb and stopped talking about it.

The mother and daughter were talking warmly when the second wife came to visit Xiuying with the young masters and ladies.