Chapter 10 Did I help you tonight?
"She can't."
Xie Guanlan stood behind Wen Xingluo.
His figure was as tall as a tree, almost completely covering Wen Xingluo in his shadow.
In a protective posture.
Xie Yanchen said regretfully, "Okay then. By the way, what should we do with the body?"
"Send it to Yangcheng."
Back in the carriage, Wen Xingluo carefully lifted a corner of the curtain.
Xie Yanchen stood in the wind, holding the candlestick, and said goodbye to her with a smile, "Take care, sister. Come and visit us another day."
She immediately pulled down the curtains as if she had seen a ghost.
In the dim light of the glass lantern, she looked at Xie Guanlan, "Isn't he going back home?"
Xie Guanlan was thinking about something, and upon hearing this, he said calmly, "He rarely comes home."
Wen Xingluo was puzzled.
Xie Yanchen is clearly the second son of the Zhenbei Palace, but he has been living in the charity cemetery. It's really strange.
After the carriage had traveled some distance, Wen Xingluo asked again, "Have I helped you tonight?"
Xie Guanlan glanced at her.
The glass lantern emitted a warm orange light. The girl's hands were placed neatly on her knees. Her facial features were round and soft, and her round almond-shaped eyes contained a cautiousness that was not appropriate for her age.
As the carriage swayed, the silver butterfly hairpin flickered beside her bun, adding some of the cuteness and liveliness that a little girl should have.
Xie Guanlan really wanted to reach out and pinch the pair of silver butterflies.
He looked away and said, "Hmm."
"Then..." Wen Xingluo bravely said, "Since I have helped the prince, can you do me a favor as well?"
"Write a birthday message?"
"Well! I've already thought of the content. It's only a few dozen words. Please just copy it out, Your Highness."
Xie Guanlan agreed to Wen Xingluo.
The next day, Wen Xingluo looked at the birthday greetings that Cuicui brought back and relaxed his brows.
Xie Guanlan's calligraphy is vigorous, sharp and majestic, unique even among famous calligraphers.
It can be used as a birthday gift, it’s not ugly!
In her spare time, she began to copy Xie Guanlan's calligraphy until she was familiar with the brushwork. Only then did she copy the entire piece onto silk and officially start embroidering.
The Concubine Dowager treated her very well, and Wen Xingluo wanted to embroider as perfectly as possible.
The spring is beautiful.
Wen Xingluo devoted herself to reading every day, and when she was tired, she would embroider. She did not have to take care of the housework for her father and brother or worry about her future. Her life was more comfortable than ever before.
The weeping crabapple outside the window gradually bloomed into beautiful blossoms.
Wen Xingluo improved by more than ten places in the most recent exam.
When the teacher announced the results, she even ranked higher than Wen Yueyin.
After class, Wen Rufeng came to pick up Wen Yueyin.
His face didn't look good: "Yue Yin, I failed the test this time."
Wen Xingluo sat in the back row and quietly packed up his writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.
Wen Rufeng is ambitious, has a weak foundation, and his handwriting is not beautiful.
It would be strange if you could do well in the exam.
In her previous life, for the sake of her elder brother's studies, she went to Yuntai Mountain and kowtowed three times and nine times before finally meeting the reclusive scholar. She also promised to take care of his daily life for three years. Moved by her sincerity, the scholar was willing to come out of seclusion to teach her elder brother.
She helped the great scholar to watch Wen Rufeng practice calligraphy every day, starting from scratch, one stroke at a time, which led to his elegant running script that later became famous throughout the world.
but……
Wen Xingluo glanced at the birthday message written by Xie Guanlan.
Wen Rufeng practiced calligraphy for so many years in his previous life, but it was still not as good as Xie Guanlan's current writing.
As stupid as a pig.
As she was thinking, she heard Wen Yueyin comforting Wen Rufeng, "White Crane Academy is a gathering of talented people. We are new here, so it is normal for us to not do well in the exam once. Don't be sad, big brother."
Wen Rufeng asked with concern: "How did Yue Yin do in the exam? She must have done much better than Wen Xingluo, right? We all told her not to embarrass herself by coming to the academy, but she refused to listen and even thought we were trying to harm her."
Wen Xingluo laughed.
Only then did Wen Rufeng notice that she was still in school.
He frowned: "What are you laughing at?"
Wen Xingluo straightened his spine: "I did slightly better than my sister in the exam."
Wen Yueyin dressed up beautifully all day long and was busy playing and fighting in the academy, just waiting to go to the capital to become the Crown Princess in three years. She didn't pay attention to her studies at all.
In her previous life, her father and brothers always said that she was stupid, that her sister was smarter than her, and that she would not be able to do well even if she went to school.
But it turned out that they were wrong.
Studying is like rowing against the current, if you don't move forward you will fall behind. Wen Xingluo believes that hard work and down-to-earth work will definitely be rewarded.
Wen Yueyin's face turned pale, clutching her handkerchief, about to cry, "I know you did better than me in the exam, but you don't have to show off like this, right?"
Wen Rufeng supported her with a distressed look on his face, then turned to scold Wen Xingluo, "Don't you know your sister isn't in good health?! You're exposing her scars in front of her, Wen Xingluo, do you still have any conscience?! I used to teach you about brotherly love, respect, humility, and friendship, have you forgotten all that?!"
Wen Xingluo was very calm. "First, you were the ones who brought up the test scores first. Second, what Big Brother calls humility and friendship is only about me. When have you ever been humble to me?"
"You—" Wen Rufeng was furious. "You are our little sister. We have always given in to you and spoiled you since you were little. But you have a bad temper and always make us angry, so we often discipline you. This is all for your own good! I'll make the decision. You quickly apologize to your sister and this matter will be over!"
Wen Xingluo ignored him.
She picked up the birthday greetings spread out on the table, but Wen Rufeng rushed over in two steps.
He put down the birthday greeting and said sternly, "Apologize to your sister!"
Wen Xingluo looked up and stared at him.
The girl's look was cold and heartless.
Wen Rufeng's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt a sense of strangeness towards Wen Xingluo in front of him.
It was as if Wen Xingluo was no longer the little sister who respected, loved and admired them.
Wen Rufeng was stunned again when he glanced at the birthday message.
He softened his tone and said, "Have you been preparing a birthday gift for me these days?"
Wen Xingluo pried his hand away and put the birthday greetings into her bag: "It's not for you."
"I saw it all. My birthday is in these few days, you want to give me a surprise, right?" Wen Rufeng sighed, "Xingluo, I know you have a good heart, but you are too jealous and utilitarian. Your sister is weak, you can't always be competitive and make her angry. I'll make the decision. From now on, you have to give in to your sister in terms of studying, and you are not allowed to do better than her in exams. Remember?"
As he spoke, he reached out to touch Wen Xingluo's head.
Wen Xingluo avoided his hand.
In her previous life, she always gave in to her sister, but in the end, nothing good came of it.
In this life, whoever wants to give in can give in, but she will never give in.
Wen Rufeng's hand was suspended in mid-air.
He frowned and was about to scold Wen Xingluo when Xie Shian appeared outside the school.
He leaned lazily against the door: "Wen Xingluo, go home!"
"Fourth brother!"
Wen Xingluo called out crisply and ran straight towards him.
Xie Shian picked up her bag with familiarity and grabbed her head: "I'll take you to eat roast chicken legs. Is Fourth Brother good to you?"
As dusk approaches, the spring sun outlines the rebellious figure of the young man.
The silver butterfly on the girl's bun swayed softly. She looked up at the boy, her profile was soft and gentle, and her pair of amber round almond eyes were curved and filled with the sparkling evening light.
She said, "Fourth brother is the best to me!"
Wen Rufeng stared blankly at them as they went away.
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