The whole family is reborn, and their five-year-old child becomes the darling of the entire capital.

"Brother Potato, Second Brother is great. We'll write slowly, and we'll definitely be able to write as well as Second Brother!" Xiao Yuxi encouraged Mu Yunchen, looking up at him.

Looking at her excited little face, Mu Yunchen couldn't help but sigh. This kind of anticipation comes from someone who hasn't suffered for a long time!

He spent a year practicing in his previous life to master this scrawled handwriting, so he really didn't think Sister Xi could have mastered it so well in just over ten days.

Mu Yunchao hit Mu Yunchen on the head with a book, "Correct your attitude."

Mu Yunchen wanted to speak, but he held back, turning his head to practice calligraphy while muttering complaints to himself.

"If I weren't still a kid, I would definitely beat you up."

"Old men who have never had a wife are terrifying."

"It's so pitiful that he ended up in his hands."

Little Yu Xi carefully followed the example characters written by her second brother, stroke by stroke, and was incredibly well-behaved.

When Mu Yunchao left to take care of his own business, Mu Yunchen quietly approached her and looked at the smudged ink she had written.

He couldn't help but chuckle, and said sarcastically, "What kind of writing is this! Who writes with ink all over their work?! Only my second brother would praise you unconditionally!"

Little Yu Xi blinked, genuinely thinking that Potato Brother couldn't read, and earnestly explained to him, "This is Mu, this is Yu, and this is Xi. It's Xi Xi's name!"

"Pfft-"

"Hahahahaha!!!"

"You call this lump of ink 'Mu'? You're just too horribly ugly!"

Xiao Yuxi looked down at the words she had carefully written, stroke by stroke.

He spoke softly, "It's not a blob of ink. Look here, all the strokes are very clear and visible."

"Call me 'brother,' and I'll teach you how to write it," Mu Yunchen said with a mischievous grin, looking at the little girl.

While the child is still young, take advantage of every opportunity to benefit.

When the kids grow up, who knows who will get the better deal...

Xiao Yuxi wasn't fooled and shook her head, "No way! Second Brother said your handwriting is the ugliest, even uglier than Xixi's!"

"Oh," Mu Yunchen seized on the flaw in her statement, "So you admit your handwriting is ugly?"

"No!"

Xiao Yuxi looked at the words she had been writing for a long time, held in his hand, and tears welled up in her eyes, falling drop by drop onto the table.

Sobbing, she mumbled incoherently, "Xixi's handwriting isn't ugly at all!"

"Why are you crying?" Mu Yunchen glanced at the door in a panic, and only after confirming that her second brother was not in the yard did she hurriedly wipe her face with a handkerchief.

"Grandma, please, please don't cry. Sister, Sister Xi, can't I call you sister?"

Mu Yunchen immediately knelt on the ground, frantically wiping away her tears. "Please, Grandma, don't cry anymore. If you keep crying, I'll definitely get whipped when Second Brother comes back!"

"Your handwriting isn't ugly! Really! Not at all! It's the most beautiful handwriting I've ever seen!"

Xiao Yuxi peeked out from under the handkerchief, her eyes red and slightly swollen, and asked softly, "Really?"

Seeing that she had stopped crying, Mu Yunchen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, plopped down on the ground, and lay there with a look of utter despair. "Truly real, more real than gold. From today onwards, your calligraphy will be my unparalleled masterpiece hanging on the wall."

So it turns out that Xi Jie was so difficult to handle when she was little...

That evening, Xiao Yuxi slowly crossed the threshold, carrying a whole book full of words she had written.

When Feng Yue saw the little girl returning alone after a day of learning characters, she was surprised and quickly went over to take out the large pile of papers from her arms.

"Where's Yingrui? Wasn't she waiting over there the whole time?"

“Xixi can find it herself, she doesn’t need anyone to lead her.” Xiaoyu’s eyes were still red from crying that afternoon.

Fengyue brushed her hand across her eyes, probably guessing what she was thinking, "Did you secretly avoid Yingrui? Afraid she'd ask you why you were crying?"

Xiao Yuxi buried her face in Feng Yue's lap and said in a muffled voice, "Xixi is a good baby, don't cry."

Feng Yue chuckled and patted her head, then instructed the maid to call Ying Rui back.

"It's nothing for a child to cry."

cry?

Xiao Xian, who had been arranged by the Duchess to stay in Xiao Yuxi's courtyard, poked his head out with some concern and looked at her.

Why did I suddenly start crying?

Was someone bullying you?

He wanted to get closer, but he was also worried that he might scare her.

Feng Yue chuckled and asked, "Why are you crying? Is it because the lessons your second brother is learning are too difficult?"

Xiao Yuxi shook her head, grabbed Fengyue's godmother's arm, pulled out a piece of calligraphy she had written that was her best, unfolded it, and looked at Fengyue's godmother with expectant eyes.

"Godmother, is Xixi's handwriting pretty?"

Looking at Xiao Yuxi's expectant gaze, and then at the pile of various ink blots on the paper she had unfolded, Feng Yue fell into deep thought.

Xiao Yuxi's expression gradually changed from full of expectation to blank and then to extremely aggrieved.

"These are the names of everyone in the Mu family, right?" Xiao Xian came out of the house and praised repeatedly, "They are written very well, with straight lines."

"Mu Yunshang, Mu Yunnan, Mu Yunchao, Mu Yunchen..." Xiao Xian read them one by one, a hint of surprise in his voice, "Xiao Xian."

He never expected that his name would appear in her calligraphy practice.

"nice!"

Feng Yue looked at him in shock.

She thought he was just praising her casually, but she didn't expect that he could actually tell what those blobs of ink were actually writing.

Xiao Yuxi's eyes lit up, and she happily snuggled up to Brother Xiao Xian, "Really?"

"Yes, it's really beautiful. With more practice, you'll definitely become a calligraphy master." Xiao Xian said earnestly, making it clear that he wasn't just giving a perfunctory compliment.

"But Brother Potato said Xixi's handwriting is not good." Xiaoyuxi pouted.

“That’s because he has no taste,” Xiao Xian said decisively. “Your handwriting is excellent, but you use too much ink. Come, let me teach you.”

Xiao Yuxi followed slowly behind Xiao Xian. "Brother Xiao Xian, you're so amazing! How can you do everything?"

“You’re not good at everything… Why didn’t I see you wearing the jade pendant you carved last time?” Xiao Xian looked at Xiao Yuxi with some trepidation.

"Don't you like it?"

"Or do you just not like it?"

"That was the first thing he ever carved. Why don't we carve something even prettier for her?"

Xiao Yuxi paused, gently clutching Xiao Xian's sleeve, and apologized softly, "Brother Xiao Xian, I'm sorry, I gave it to Second Sister. I heard that the battlefield is very dangerous, and Second Sister might not be able to come back. I wanted the jade pendant to protect Second Sister and keep her safe."

Xiao Xian breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; it was good that he didn't dislike it.

“Then I’ll carve another one tomorrow. Is there anything you like? I’ll carve it on the jade pendant tomorrow.”

"Xiang Le Fang's passion chicken is delicious! Xi Xi loves it!"