Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1683

Shi Chengxuan blinked for a long time.

Tang Chujun looked at him like a fool, and cursed him by name, "Shi Chengxuan, are you sick? Madam Zhong, kick this man out. Don't let him set foot in Yu Sheng Pavilion again."

What a waste of time!

If I stay a moment longer, I feel like my hair will start to smoke.

Shi Chengxuan felt very unwilling and said in a depressed tone, "Don't chase me away! I'm going to go see Xia'er."

Tang Chujun shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Shi Chengxuan was delighted.

Seeing Tang Chujun's fierce face again, she wanted to eat him up, "Don't go to see Xia'er! She's already having a hard time being pregnant, why are you going to make things difficult for her!"

Shi Chengxuan's face fell, "What a lie! As a father, is it wrong for me to care about my daughter?"

"You call that caring?" Tang Chujun was furious. "She keeps saying those annoying sour words. How often does she worry about you? You're such a grown-up, but you don't do anything serious."

Shi Chengxuan couldn't help but persuade, "Chu Jun, I'm telling you, you should stop getting angry. Which woman would be like you? You have changed beyond recognition."

Tang Chujun was stunned for a moment, and then he found that when he met Shi Chengxuan, a ghost fire ran through his heart, and he couldn't suppress it.

She was indeed completely different. She was not originally this kind of person.

Shi Chengxuan asked again, "You are going to be a grandmother and a grandmother-in-law. Aren't you sad?"

Tang Chujun didn't understand, "Why do you feel sad?"

"Because it makes us look old." Shi Chengxuan said confidently.

Tang Chujun: "......"

She remembered what her daughter had said earlier, and she copied her words, "If you don't want to be a grandfather, you don't have to be one. From now on, the children won't recognize you."

Shi Chengxuan saw the determination in his ex-wife's eyes when she said she wanted to leave him, and he sighed in his heart, "Actually, I really have something to ask Xia Er."

Shi Anxia had been listening outside the door for a long time. He walked into the house, bowed to his parents, and then said, "Father, what's the matter? Tell me."

Shi Chengxuan looked at his daughter, who was becoming more and more beautiful, with a flattering look on his face. He quickly took out a booklet from his arms and said, "Xia'er, sit down first. It's tiring to stand. Look, I'm practicing my calligraphy. Do you think my handwriting is good?"

Shi Anxia was pregnant and didn't dare to stand for long. She didn't say anything polite. She sat down and casually took the book and flipped through it. After a moment, she said, "It would be great if father could calm down and practice calligraphy. Regardless of whether the calligraphy is good or not, at least practicing calligraphy can train your mind, cultivate your character and body, and it will also be of many benefits to you."

Tang Chujun sat aside and drank tea, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Shouldn't this be something that the elders should tell the younger ones?

Now, on the contrary, only Shi Chengxuan has this blessing.

Shi Chengxuan asked eagerly, "Why don't you discuss whether the calligraphy is good or bad? Xia'er, you should discuss it. Isn't there anything good about it?"

Shi Anxia smiled faintly, "Father, do you want to hear the truth?"

Shi Chengxuan felt that this truth was not a good thing and sighed in his heart.

Then I heard my daughter say, "If dad had not been spoiled by my grandmother when he was a child and had not studied calligraphy seriously, he would never be what he is now. Dad has talent, but he just lacks patience. Given time, if dad concentrates on practicing calligraphy, he will definitely be able to write well."

After listening for a long time, Shi Chengxuan finally understood the last four words: good handwriting.

He was immediately overjoyed, "I told you so. My daughter can become the best calligrapher of Heshu fonts. How can I, as an old man... well, as a father, be any worse?"

Tang Chujun: "......"

You will grasp the key points.

Shi Chengxuan stood up happily, took the booklet and left in a gust of wind. As he left, he said, "I'm going to practice calligraphy."

Tang Chujun stroked his forehead, "Xia'er, this cake of yours will be enough for him to eat for a while."

Shi Anxia said, "The backyard is empty and we are living under someone else's roof. Father rarely goes out to drink and have fun now. It would be good to keep him practicing calligraphy."

"It's just difficult for Madam Gu." Speaking of this, Tang Chujun couldn't help asking, "Yesterday, Madam Gu sent me another basket of Ganzhou honey fruit. What do you think I should give in return? She sends me gifts every other day, and I feel embarrassed."