A peasant girl travels through time with a hospital, rising to become an empress.

Nie Qianqian looked at Gu Xiao and saw that he remained calm and showed no surprise after hearing about this, instead appearing to be deep in thought. Fearing that Gu Xiao might overthink the matter, she said, "As you know, Guangjuxuan was originally a property of the Zhao family. Now that I'm managing it, it's natural that we can't continue using that name. You're very knowledgeable, so please help me come up with a new name."

Upon hearing this, Gu Xiao slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on Nie Qianqian. However, his eyes would inadvertently sweep over her luscious lips. "Do you have any special requirements for this name?" Gu Xiao asked softly.

Nie Qianqian shook her head and replied, "There aren't any strict requirements. As long as the name sounds nice and is easy for people to remember, that's fine."

Gu Xiao nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, then took a clean sheet of Xuan paper and placed the brush and ink neatly on the table.

He stretched out his right hand and grasped the calligraphy brush. Since contracting a hand ailment, he had never seriously used this hand to write.

At this moment, he lowered his eyes and stared at his right hand, his eyes seemingly swirling with countless thoughts, yet remaining unfathomable.

At the academy, Gu Xiao always wrote with his left hand, so apart from the dean, no one knew that his right hand had fully recovered.

It was the first time Nie Qianqian had ever seen him use his right hand. Filled with curiosity, she remained silent, standing quietly to the side, holding her breath and waiting for Gu Xiao to put pen to paper.

Gu Xiao held the brush steadily, dipped it in thick ink, paused briefly on the paper, and then, like a nimble dragon, began to move freely.

Nie Qianqian watched as he wielded his brush with incredible speed and power, each stroke seemingly containing boundless strength, penetrating the paper with its force.

When you begin to write, it's like a pine tree rooted in a cliff, steady and powerful; when you write, it's like a river rushing forward, flowing a thousand miles in one go; when you finish, it's like Mount Tai pressing down, a majestic and weighty feeling coming over you.

As Nie Qianqian watched him write, she unconsciously held her breath, her eyes fixed on his exquisite calligraphy skills.

Gu Xiao's left-handed writing was already extraordinary, but the writing with his right hand was even more astonishing, far beyond the reach of ordinary literati and calligraphers, truly a masterpiece rarely seen in the world.

His calligraphy is unlike those that are merely superficial and flashy; rather, it seems to have been polished and refined by the years, carrying a simple and profound quality.

Nie Qianqian was amazed. She had never imagined that the words written by Gu Xiao with his right hand could be so breathtaking.

After Gu Xiao finished writing, he put down his brush, turned to look at Nie Qianqian, and asked softly, "Is it alright?"

Nie Qianqian parted her red lips slightly and murmured, "Qiyue Tower."

He paused for a moment, then said, "That's good, let's use this name."

Gu Xiao looked at her but didn't directly explain the meaning of the name.

I would be a pavilion, waiting for you to return and rest.

Gu Xiao's gaze swept over her red lips again, and he felt that her lips were particularly red and luscious today.

He couldn't help but cough lightly to cover up the slight turmoil in his heart, and said, "Alright, I'll write the words on this plaque for you."

Nie Qianqian nodded in agreement. Gu Xiao continued, "I see that you have good wrist strength, which is a great advantage for practicing calligraphy. However, you don't quite know how to skillfully use the force when you put pen to paper, which makes your writing lack a bit of charm and liveliness."

Nie Qianqian listened and wholeheartedly agreed. To write calligraphy well, the precise use of wrist strength is crucial, but although she had a lot of strength, she didn't know how to use it properly.

Gu Xiao said succinctly, "I'll teach you."

Nie Qianqian was slightly taken aback, "Oh..."

"Ok?"

Nie Qianqian thought to herself, "This topic changed a bit abruptly. We were talking about naming the restaurant, how did it turn into teaching her calligraphy?"

Gu Xiao asked again, "You don't want to?"

Nie Qianqian quickly waved her hand and explained, "No, it's just..."

Gu Xiao didn't give her much time to hesitate and said, "Okay, then I'll teach you to write every night from now on. In less than a month, I'll definitely be able to transform your handwriting."

Upon hearing this, Nie Qianqian's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. Before she could respond, Gu Xiao continued, "Let's start from today."

Before Nie Qianqian could recover, Gu Xiao had already made her sit down at the table, laid out clean papers again, and then walked around behind her, slowly leaning down. He extended his right hand and gently covered Nie Qianqian's hand holding the pen, his voice deep and magnetic, and whispered in her ear, "Adjust your pen-holding posture first."

The voice was deep and magnetic, so close to her ear that it tickled her ears, making them turn slightly red.

Nie Qianqian thought Gu Xiao would guide her through the practice for a long time, but to her surprise, after writing only a few words, she felt Gu Xiao's palm getting hotter and hotter.

Suddenly, Gu Xiao released her hand and said, "That's enough for today. Get some rest and we'll continue practicing tomorrow."

Gu Xiao hurriedly left the guest room, stood at the door, took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and then turned to leave, finding a guest room to stay in.

Lying in bed, Gu Xiao closed his eyes, but his mind was filled with Nie Qianqian's image, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

He simply got up, lit a lamp, sat down at his desk, and began to write. After writing several pages, his mind gradually calmed down.

Only then did he recall what Nie Qianqian had just said, about how she had become the new owner of Guangjuxuan.

Doctor Qian is a cautious and aloof person who is usually wary of people and things. How could he easily entrust such an important item as the land deed and house deed of Guangjuxuan to Nie Qianqian?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Little liar."

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The next morning, as the first rays of dawn pierced through the thin clouds, they gently fell upon the three-story corner tower of Guangjuxuan.

As if on cue, Nie Qianqian and her group did the same thing—get up early, open the window, and look down at Fulin County from above.

As Fulin County gradually awakens from its slumber under the sunlight, the streets become increasingly bustling with people, creating a vibrant scene.

Nie Qianqian took a deep breath and felt that the weather was exceptionally clear, just like a brand new beginning.

Liu Xiong and Liu Yan stood upstairs, quietly watching everything. Neither of them spoke, but they silently savored the tranquility and beauty of the early morning.

Nie Qianqian recalled that when she first arrived here, there was only a dilapidated house with a leak. In just a few months, she had risen to a high place in Guangjuxuan.

In the future, I will definitely take Liu Yan, Gu Xiao, Tuan Tuan, and my uncle's family to farther places, stand at higher positions, appreciate different scenery, and live a better life.