For an entire month, Cheng Muyun devoted all his free time to Xu Zhuohua and the Aurora Library.
During this period, Xiao Wuxin was forced to be a third wheel for a month.
After writing "The Shoulders of the Workers," Xu Zhuohua thought that "A Weak Nation, A Strong Individual" would be published first.
I never expected that the first article written under the pen name "Thirty-Six Strokes" would be titled "The Shoulders of Laborers".
As expected, major historical processes cannot be easily changed.
But what's worth celebrating is that Cheng Muyun's thinking has recently changed significantly.
Xu Zhuohua was very happy. The progress was fast and she gained a lot. Being able to spend so much time with famous historical figures, both good and bad, made this time travel even more worthwhile.
It's such a great deal!
If you can reform the villain and successfully save him, then it will be even more worthwhile.
Once Cheng Muyun walks the right path, he should be a person with a bright future. Perhaps as his savior, his descendants can take care of him for the first half of his life.
Xu Zhuohua looked up from the pile of books. Thanks to Mu Yun's careful guidance these past few days, Xu Zhuohua had basically learned the commonly used traditional Chinese characters.
Reading independently is no longer a problem.
Cheng Muyun sat in a chair, holding a new magazine in his hands, reading it with a frown.
Her bangs fluttered in the wind, her eyes shone like the sun, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow. She looked...stunningly beautiful.
If she had a mobile phone, Xu Zhuohua really wanted to capture this moment in a photograph and set it as her phone wallpaper.
It's a pity, I can only look at it a few more times.
Cheng Muyun couldn't understand these writers' attempts to cover up their true intentions. He looked up and saw a pair of bright, spring-like eyes.
Her delicate face is framed by a pair of expressive eyes, like vibrant flowers blooming in early spring, radiating warmth.
Cheng Muyun walked over and poked Xu Zhuohua's cheek with his finger. "Why are you smiling so happily?"
Xu Zhuohua's smile deepened. "Looking at a handsome guy."
When they first met at the nunnery, Xu Zhuohua called Cheng Muyun the same way. Cheng Muyun didn't understand then, and he still doesn't understand now.
I only vaguely knew that it was a compliment.
Very useful.
"Stop looking. Your beauty is pleasing to the eye but won't fill your stomach. Are you hungry?"
Xu Zhuohua rubbed her stomach, thinking that studying was also a very tiring task.
Where should we eat?
"Let's go to Zhishengzhai, the old man's favorite restaurant, and choose some dishes for his 60th birthday."
Xu Zhuohua almost forgot that the First Madam had been talking about Old Master Cheng's birthday banquet recently, and had even made several new outfits for Xu Minghua, showing how much importance she attached to the matter.
Cheng Yuguang was a well-known filial son who listened to his grandfather the most. This childhood betrothal was arranged by both Grandpa Xu and Grandpa Cheng.
So as long as Grandpa Cheng doesn't shake his head, this marriage will definitely go through.
But what if... it falls through? Wouldn't that be a painless breakup?
Xu Zhuohua couldn't help but laugh out loud. Cheng Muyun, who had been worrying about the large table of dishes, then shifted his gaze to Xu Zhuohua.
"Is there any delicious food?"
Xu Zhuohua bit her chopsticks, smiling as if she had successfully committed some mischief. "It's nothing."
Cheng Muyun reached out and pulled Xu Zhuohua's chair over, then casually put his arm around Xu Zhuohua's waist.
Every time they met eyes, Xu Zhuohua couldn't help but be drawn into Cheng Muyun's deep gaze.
Cheng Muyun laughed and said, "Xu Zhuohua, if you try to cause any trouble at the old man's birthday banquet, I won't hold back."
Xu Zhuohua felt uneasy, wondering how Cheng Muyun had seen through her.
He swallowed hard, then mustered his courage and asked, "Why aren't you going easy on me?"
Xu Zhuohua's cunning eyes immediately revealed his true thoughts.
Cheng Muyun grabbed Xu Zhuohua's waist tightly, "I'll lock you up and only bring you one meal a day, so you can only see me every day."
Good heavens, forced love? Xu Zhuohua doesn't have that kind of masochistic hobby.
The idea of causing trouble at Grandpa Cheng's birthday banquet was abandoned.
"I can't do anything. Even the First Madam might not let me participate. I'll just stay at home obediently."
Cheng Muyun smiled helplessly, "As the old man's future granddaughter-in-law, how could I not attend? What are you thinking?"
The man reached out and gently stroked the tip of Xu Zhuohua's nose.
Xu Zhuohua sighed, "When?"
"Seven days later."
Seven days later.
Grandpa Cheng lived in a quaint courtyard, a grand mansion with three courtyards and three entrances.
There was a huge kapok tree in the main courtyard, which looked even bigger and more lush than the one in the Xu family mansion in Dongzhou.
The patriarch of the Cheng family was a poor scholar from Dongzhou. I had received help from the patriarch of the Cheng family before, so the two families have always had a good relationship.
Later, Old Master Cheng served as an official in the old Haicheng, helping the Xu family get rid of many business problems.
Until the fall of the Qing Dynasty, Old Master Cheng lived in his mansion in Xinhai City, detached from worldly affairs, living like a retired old cadre.
The First Madam got out of the carriage with Xu Zhuohua and Xu Minghua, her face full of displeasure. She hadn't made new clothes for Xu Zhuohua and hadn't originally planned to have her come.
However, since the Cheng family had sent Xu Zhuohua's formal attire, there was no other option but to bring Xu Zhuohua to the birthday banquet.
There were many people in front of the hall. Xu Shinong was busy greeting the important figures, while Xu Zhuohua, having nothing to do, found a corner to sit down.
Old Master Cheng was an old-fashioned man who hadn't cut off his queue, so his birthday banquet was a classic example of a large gathering, which also served as a chance to strengthen family bonds.
A commotion erupted in the hall, and Old Master Cheng was helped out by Cheng Wenjun and Cheng Muyun.
Cheng Muyun looked incredibly handsome today; it was the first time Xu Zhuohua had ever seen Cheng Muyun wear such a plain-colored long gown.
What a sight for sore eyes! The ladies and young women in the hall couldn't help but look at Cheng Muyun.
Many people came up to greet Grandpa Cheng, and it was a chaotic scene. Xu Zhuohua took several steps back and unknowingly stood under the kapok tree.
Before the banquet began, Old Master Cheng, supported by Cheng Wenjun's hand, slowly walked among the guests.
Xu Zhuohua found it a bit strange. How could such a high-ranking official as Grandpa Cheng not have anyone to serve him and need Cheng Wenjun to support him? Was it because Cheng Wenjun was getting old and was taking this opportunity to show off to the outside world?
How can I find a good husband?
Upon closer inspection, Cheng Wenyun actually looks quite similar to Cheng Muyun. I heard that all three siblings are handsome and talented. It's a real pity that Cheng Muchuan died young. Otherwise, the three of them standing together would be the envy of everyone.
Following Cheng Wenyun's figure, Xu Zhuohua suddenly saw a familiar yet terrifying face.
The man wore a brown mandarin jacket with a silver chain around his neck that held a pocket watch. He had a frivolous face that Xu Zhuohua would never forget.
Liang Shaozun died right in front of her, his head exploded, and he stopped breathing. Even if a celestial being came, he couldn't be saved!
But that person had a face exactly like Liang Shaozun's!
His behavior and mannerisms were exactly like that damned person.
Xu Zhuohua felt a chill run down her spine because Cheng Muyun and Cheng Yuguang had also seen it, and they were both very calm, as if Liang Shaozun had never died!
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