November 25th, evening.

At four quarters past ten, Hua Qingcheng finished her homework in the study, and then came to Yixia Garden as promised.

After sending everyone around her away, Hua Qingcheng pushed open the door of Si Chengfeng's bedroom.

"Afeng~"

"What are you busy with?"

Looking at the man sitting at the desk, writing something mysteriously, Hua Qingcheng walked up quietly and patted his shoulder suddenly.

"Qing...Qingcheng..."

Startled, Si Chengfeng's hand, holding the wolf-hair brush, suddenly trembled, and the entire brush slipped from his hand. In a flash, Hua Qingcheng caught the brush before it fell to the desk, saving the writing that Si Chengfeng had been writing for a while from being damaged.

"Afeng, what are you drawing?"

Hua Qingcheng glanced at the paper that Si Chengfeng quickly hid behind him, her bright eyes full of inquiry.

"Nothing... nothing." Si Chengfeng said a little guilty.

"real?"

When she just entered the room, the man was writing and drawing, with a smile on his face and a look of smug joy. Now when he told her that it was nothing, Hua Qingcheng obviously didn't believe him.

"Of course." Si Chengfeng pretended to be calm.

"Oh well."

Hua Qingcheng brought a chair and sat down next to Si Chengfeng, looking like she was waiting for him to continue writing.

Si Chengfeng: ...

"Qingcheng, have you finished your homework?" Seeing Hua Qingcheng's posture of "sitting by the tree and waiting for the rabbit", Si Chengfeng immediately changed the subject.

"Um... well..."

Upon hearing this, Hua Qingcheng's bright eyes flashed with cunning. Then, she sighed and said, "Everything else is fine, except that Grand Tutor Wen dislikes my handwriting because it's too ugly. How about... Ah Feng, could you teach me how to write again?"

In fact, with the help of Feng Lingyan, Mu Lige, and Si Chengfeng, Hua Qingcheng's calligraphy had improved significantly. Although it couldn't match the top scorers, it was still good enough for daily use. Even when reviewing official documents, it wouldn't be embarrassing.

Of course, you can get close to your husband without a reason, but wouldn't it be wonderful if you could add some fun to the process?

"Oh well."

Si Chengfeng smiled knowingly, looking at Hua Qingcheng's charming eyes full of doting. He naturally understood that Hua Qingcheng just wanted to take the opportunity to get close to him.

Then, Si Chengfeng put the piece of paper he had just held in his hand aside, held Hua Qingcheng's hand and began to teach her how to write.

However, the one teaching calligraphy was distracted, and the one learning calligraphy was also lost in thought. For a full quarter of an hour, not a single word was written, though the two would occasionally exchange lingering glances or whisper in each other's ears.

"Afeng, I suddenly feel a little thirsty from writing so much..." Hua Qingcheng looked at Si Chengfeng eagerly and pretended to be very tired.

"The tea in the room might be a little cold. Wait a moment, I'll have someone bring you some hot water." Si Chengfeng also felt that his mouth was dry from looking at Hua Qingcheng...

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Hua Qingcheng winked meaningfully at Si Chengfeng, and Si Chengfeng's mind went blank. Then, he shuffled to the door and told Jiang Yi, who was waiting outside, to bring some hot tea.

"Qingcheng, Jiangyi has already gone down, please wait a moment..."

Before Si Chengfeng could utter the word "meet", he was petrified the moment he turned around to look at Hua Qingcheng.

But the woman who had just cried out for thirst and collapsed in the chair with a look of exhaustion was now sitting at the desk, looking with great interest at the "Qing Palace Picture" he had just painted.

"Qing...Qingcheng."

Si Chengfeng didn't know how he walked back to Hua Qingcheng. He just felt that the air was filled with something called "awkwardness".

"Afeng, where did you get this thing?"

If Hua Qingcheng remembered correctly, this item should have flowed out from the Qing Palace in China to the common people. Logically, it shouldn't appear here...

"This... I saw it at my third brother's place once, and I thought that since it was something that he treasured, it might be of great use. So, I memorized it silently, and then took the time to write it down." Si Chengfeng explained truthfully.

Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but twitch her lips when she heard that.

(You’re so amazing! You can even recite this? "

She thought, since it was from Han Yichen, then this "Qing Palace Picture" was most likely the work of Zuo Qinglong...

(Zuo Qinglong: You guessed it right! I can sell this thing for ten thousand taels of silver per copy. It just took some time to write it. It's a business that makes a lot of money with no investment...)

"Ah Feng, you painted the 'Qing Palace Picture', could it be that you want to give me a daughter?"

Hua Qingcheng pulled Si Chengfeng over and pressed him to sit on her lap. Hua Qingcheng put one arm around Si Chengfeng's waist and gently pinched his chin with the other hand, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Alluring~"

Having his thoughts seen through, Si Chengfeng's fair and handsome face flushed red, but in fact, he wanted to have a son. Hua Qingcheng had promised them that if they had a son, he could take his father's surname.

"Afeng, it's hard to say about the Qing Palace Map..."

Hua Qingcheng originally wanted to say that there was no scientific basis, but since she could travel through time, it was hard to say about those mysterious things, and she also didn't want to discourage Si Chengfeng's desire to give her another child.

"Actually, as long as they're born by you, Afeng, I like them both, regardless of gender. You're not allowed to favor girls over boys!"

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