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Yao'er nodded her head heavily. "En!" This servant will listen to the miss. "Miss should treat Second Madam like how she is today. Don't let her bully you behind your back again."

Xia Guan smiled: "Today? You saw it? "

Wu'er's face was filled with pride as she replied, "En! Am I outside? "Miss, you sure are amazing today. Second Madam must have been in a lot of pain when she fell to the ground."

"Who asked her to scratch me? Alright, it's already late at night. You should go back and rest! Don't freeze. " Summer did not want Yao to accompany her in the thought of fasting to be punished.

"NO!" This place is far away from the front yard, and at night, there will be some kind of wild cat wandering around the area. "The sound is quite terrifying." Yao'er pointed around the room with a cute expression.

Xia Sheng did not refuse again: "Alright! "Then come and chat with me here!"

To be honest, Xia Pang wasn't afraid of these things. In the past, when he went out with his father for archaeology, he had many camping experiences. Wildcat? This was child's play. He had met even bigger children before. This was one of the reasons why Old Man Xia wanted her to train in martial arts.

"Miss, why don't we copy it together!" This will be faster! " Grass proposed.

"You can write?" Xia Guan was a bit surprised, a maid could write? In ancient times, there weren't many young mistresses who could write. This was because the ancient era worshipped women for being lacking in talent and virtue.

"Miss, you forgot again. You taught me! Our handwriting is very similar! Ordinary people wouldn't be able to tell. " The grass was somewhat helpless, but also somewhat proud.

"Oh!" Xia Hou heart however thought, Huang Ji's handwriting and his own will not be similar? Helplessness! I can't just let this son of a bitch do all the work without writing a word, can I?

She could only pick up the pen to start copying the book, but what surprised her was how easy it was to write these traditional characters, it didn't feel strange at all. He turned his head to look at Grass's handwriting and saw that it was actually very similar to hers. It seems that the organs of the body really have the ability to remember. Does this mean that she knew how to use this technique before, and she also knows it now? Developed.

"Damn it, who is Qingchen gongzi?" Xia Houwu couldn't help but ask. Don't blame her for gossip. She has the right to know anything about this body, because she is her.

"Qingchen gongzi is at the Spring Lantern Festival …" Yao'er instantly shut her mouth, hating herself. It was already unfair for Miss to marry her cousin, but she even had to mention Young Master Chen. She really deserved a beating.

He put down the pen in his hand and stood up, "Miss, don't ask anymore. It's impossible for you two to meet now anyway. This servant will bring you a pot of hot tea to refresh your spirit. " With that, he left his meditation room.

Forget about it after the summer, don't make things difficult for Yao'er. Since this person had no influence on her future, there was no need to investigate further. It was best to finish copying the books as soon as possible.

In the early morning, the faint light from outside the window shot into the room. The room was as tranquil as water. Xia Ziluo leaned on the table and slightly lifted her butterfly eyelashes. I really couldn't take it anymore, so I fell asleep on the table.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling as it shone in. He shifted his body with much difficulty. "Ah!" His hands were numb and his body was stiff. It was not a good position to sleep on the table.

He tried his best to support himself and move his arms and legs. "Crack!" He turned his neck and heard a crisp sound. Heavens! What day is it today? He rubbed his neck and forced it back into place.

He then looked around, "Eh! "Where's the grass?" His gaze landed on the table, and he saw that the books had already been neatly placed on the table. He had actually finished copying two of them. She remembered that she had only copied half of it. It seemed that Yao'er hadn't slept for the entire night.

He looked around the room again. The quilt, the stove, the pastries, and the tea were all gone. Had he been confiscated, or had Yao'er been discovered early in the morning and taken away?

The table was neat and tidy, and no one had woken her up. It seemed like the latter was more likely. He was hungry, but he didn't know if anyone would bring him food.

It was as though he could do anything he wanted. With two dark circles under her eyes and a tired face, Yao'er came in with a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns.

He swiftly placed the porridge, steamed buns and side dishes on the table, his face filled with displeasure. He only prepared rice porridge and steamed buns for the little miss, but not even a small dish was served. "The third wife brought a side dish for you."

Xia Sheng saw that there was something wrong with Yao'er's expression. He had thought that something had happened, but it turned out to be because of this. I can't help but laugh: "I'm being punished now, it's good enough for me to have something to eat. Why bother with that? Seeing how angry you are, are you trying to reason with them? "I don't want it anymore. It's fine as long as I can eat my fill."

Yao'er felt a faint sense of unhappiness in her heart. Yesterday, when Miss was in high spirits, Young Master did not return to the bridal chamber. Although he was beaten up by the young miss, word had spread throughout the entire Huang Residence that Young Master had avoided the young miss on his wedding night due to disliking her.

He also said that the master punished Miss to come to think about it so that they could shut up and give a good reason for Young Master to avoid Miss's visit to the new house. News of Young Master's escape had also spread, and it was unknown whether or not it would spread outside the Residence of Huang.

Second Madam also spread the word early in the morning that she would not recognize Miss as the eldest miss of the Huang Residence. Therefore, the morning meal was also reduced to the standard of a servant. Since the old master was busy with his work, he did not have the time to take care of the house's affairs. How long would the young miss have to wait like this?

Now, the young mistress was Liu Yanzhi's wife in name, and could be considered a member of the Liu Family. If he didn't say anything, then no one could help the little miss anymore.

In the morning, she tried to reason with them, "Okay, Second Madam won't admit that she is the eldest miss of the Huang Residence. Then she is the Liu Family's daughter-in-law. Are you going to treat her as a servant?"

"Whether or not he is the wife of the Liu Family, that will have to be admitted by the Young Master. We will only listen to Madam's orders. "

Yao'er was furious. "Madam? Has the old master admitted it? The old master said, who can call themselves a lady if they have a son? "Is Third Madam still pregnant?" With that, he carried the bowl of porridge and steamed buns out of the kitchen. He happened to meet the Third Madam, and she happened to overhear his words.

"The Huang Residence is a place where rules are observed. Eldest Miss is always the master's daughter. "Even if you marry into the Liu Family, you will still be a member of the Liu Family. Even during the period of punishment, there must be more than just plain porridge and steamed buns." As he said that, he took a dish and placed it on a tray, "Yesterday night was cooked, so it's good to be a bit lighter in the morning. At noon, I will send some food over to the young miss. "

Yao'er looked at Third Madam with gratitude. However, she knew that Third Madam wasn't doing it for the sake of the young miss. Instead, she was challenging Second Madam instead. Although it was a challenge, the Huang Residence was still the Second Madam. Therefore, before her son was born, she did not dare to be too impudent. She only dared to add some side dishes and change her diet.

The grass looked at the young lady eating the steamed bun with relish while feeling sour. "Young lady, the third lady has said that she will cook some of your favorite dishes at noon."

Xia Sheng looked up from his bowl. "Third Madam? "I didn't hear you mention it before. It seems like he's a pretty good person."

"She is more gentle towards people than the Second Madam, and more courteous than the Second Madam. It's just that I don't understand her well. Miss, there aren't many visitors here, let's continue copying the books. " The grass began to write again, and she hoped to finish the book for the young lady as soon as possible.

Xia Guan couldn't bear to see Grass like this. "Grass, look at you with two dark circles under your eyes. You definitely didn't sleep last night." Let's go take a rest first! "The efficiency of being energetic is high."

"This servant won't be sleepy."

Xia Zhilan snatched the ink from her hand. "Listen to me. This is an order. Go and rest."

Yao'er could only obediently pack up her utensils and leave. After the summer, they continued to copy, and there were eight more books. It seemed that the two of them would have to copy for at least three or four more days.

After four days, the copying was finally done. In these four days, except for Liu'er, no one had come to visit her. It was unknown whether it was because her popularity was too poor or because the Second Madam was too strong. In short, in the past four days, she had only been copying books.

As she closed the last page of the book, she breathed a huge sigh of relief. These dark days were finally over.

What she didn't expect was that, just as she was in a good mood, the three servants that had brought him here that day appeared in front of her with the same equipment as that day.

"First Miss, I'm sorry, this is the lord's order."

That innocent tone of his! As if they didn't want to, as if they pitied her.

Xia Sheng didn't say anything and just waved them out. It's no use trying to reason with them. They just do what they're told. She also knew that it couldn't be Old Man Huang's intentions, but that woman from the Liu family.

But what could she do? Old Man Huang had so many things to do every day, it was unknown when he would think of her. Faced with Lady Liu's fierce and forceful words and the strength of Huang Qiqian's wrist, the success rate of making Liu'er trust Old Master Huang was close to zero.

Liu Yanzhi was someone worthy of his words in front of old man Huang, but could he possibly help someone who had beaten him up? Forget it, there's no need to think about it.

Fortunately, this time, Yao'er was smart. Seeing that no one came, she secretly made a simple bed for her. If she was tired, she could just lie down. The days of copying the book actually went on for over a month. That was because she had become smarter, and would never continue copying day and night. Because she knew that she would send more after copying it, she might as well copy it slowly.

Only after reading and copying did he realize that there were all kinds of books here. It was also concluded that, other than historical books that were recorded in seal type, everything else was recorded in calligraphy, calligraphy, and cursive script.

Even though it was hard to describe, she had read a lot in this month and had a better understanding of this era. It also let her know the history of this time and space. The history of the three kingdoms before was exactly the same as the one she had studied before. After the Han Dynasty, it wasn't Wei, Jin, Nan, and Bei dynasties, but some sort of Vast Universe Dynasty.

But the Great Zhou Dynasty has a history of one hundred and thirty-seven years, and now the dynasty is the ninth, the king's name is Situ Yu. The last three or four times he had been impotent and incompetent, he was the master of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the rarest case was that there was only one empress in the harem, and no concubine or concubine. Therefore, there weren't many children. There were only one son and two women.

Xia Sheng couldn't help but be interested in this Situ. As for the days of reading books and sleeping after exhausting himself, he had slowly gotten used to it.

During his chat with Yao'er, he had a clear understanding of the entire Huang Family, including the fact that he was doing the same thing.

Liu Yanzhi could be considered a complete scoundrel. As her husband, she hadn't shown her face even once. Huang QIqian came often, but the bed was simple, so she only went in and out a few times.

Of course, her main focus here wasn't to check on her work and completion rates over the summer, but rather to show her how well Liu Yanzhi treated her and how close she was to her.

Summer was always as calm as a pool of clear water, flaunting more she felt boring, and then less. The biggest advantage of her absence was that she didn't need to move the simple bed anymore. This room that was less than ten square meters was also made quite comfortable by the grass. Occasionally, Third Wife Zhang would send over some delicious food and give her a few words of concern. Her days of copying were quite pleasant.

As for Liu Yanzhi, after recuperating from her injuries, she started practising calligraphy under Huang Zijie. In order to make it convenient for him to keep an eye on Liu Yanzhi, Huang Zijie had even used his own connections to arrange for him to be assigned a casual job in his own department. With the help of Huang Zijie, a contemporary calligraphy master, Liu Yanzhi's calligraphy skills had improved tremendously. It was also very helpful to him in his studies later on.