With this little girl by his side every day, Old Mu, an empty-nest man, didn't feel lonely. However, he would often feel a sense of emptiness in his heart.
Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; he had no granddaughter, so he truly adored the little girl Ling'er.
He thought that if the little girl could marry his half-grown grandson who lived far away in the capital when she grew up, wouldn't that be wonderful?
Gu Xiaoran and Zhu Juan are helping Shandian practice walking.
Lightning's broken bones have recovered considerably, but inevitably, it has become lame, and it will likely never be able to move as freely as before.
While Gu Xiaoran hated Zhan Yue, she refused to believe in this evil.
He urges its lightning to keep moving all day long, and now he doesn't even let it stop at night.
Seeing Gu Xiaoran's eagerness to restore Lightning to its original state, Zhu Juan couldn't help but feel sorry for Lightning.
"Young master, Lightning's hind leg has just recovered a little. You should let it rest well, otherwise it will be very tired."
"Mother said I need to exercise more." Gu Xiaoran ignored her and continued to command its lightning.
Lightning let out a painful howl and looked pitifully at Zhu Juan, as if pleading for help.
Zhu Juan sighed, "Young master, exercise is good, but everything should be done in moderation. Lightning's leg has only just started to improve. If it doesn't get proper rest, it will worsen."
"Increase the intensity?" Upon hearing this, Gu Xiaoran quickly pulled Shandian back. "Then let's practice again tomorrow."
Lightning barked twice and, as if fleeing for its life, went to sleep on the haystack.
Zhu Juan smiled, pulled Gu Xiaoran along, and began to wash up and go to bed.
Just then, there was a knocking sound at the courtyard gate, accompanied by Zhou Zifang's shout.
"Brother Dayu, Sister Ling'er, open the door."
When Qiu Ling'er heard that Zhou Zifang had arrived, she stopped playing the zither and hurriedly ran to the door to open the courtyard gate for him.
In the neighboring courtyard, when Old Mu heard Zhou Zifang coming to talk to Qiu Ling'er late at night, his previously wonderful mood soared.
He got up, supporting his aching back, and went into the room.
Since there was no more music to listen to, he decided to go back to sleep.
Qiu Ling'er: "Brother Zifang, my uncle hasn't come back yet."
Zhou Zifang looked at the bright moon in the sky. At this hour, Xingyue Tower was still welcoming guests, so it wasn't surprising that he hadn't returned.
He really wasn't used to living in the academy, so he came to stay with Qiu Dayu tonight.
"They'll be back soon," Zhou Zifang said, following Qiu Ling'er into the courtyard.
Under the tree in the courtyard, he took out his newly made scroll, saying, "This is for you."
Qiu Ling'er opened the scroll and couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother Zifang, you painted so well! I'm nowhere near as pretty as the girl in the painting!"
The little girl in the painting sits on the stone steps of a pavilion. She turns her head and smiles, as beautiful as a flower.
Zhou Zifang shook his head. "No, I don't think it's good enough." After saying that, Zhou Zifang sat down on the bench under the tree.
Ling'er's eyes are clear and lively, while his paintings always seem a bit stiff and lack spirit.
Qiu Ling'er glanced at the painting again. "It's good enough."
After saying that, she put away the painting and sat down next to Zhou Zifang.
"Brother Zifang, I heard from Sister Zhujuan that your father came looking for you again during the day. Are you really not going to see him?"
“If I see him, I’ll never see you again.” Zhou Zifang knew that his father was determined to take him back this time. “My father will forcibly abduct me.”
He also knew that his father had brought four guards with him this time.
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