Princess is Glamorous in Modern Day

"Ouch, my baby is here obediently."

The old lady of the Jun family, who was practicing calligraphy under the plane tree in the yard, heard the familiar and tender voice of a child.

He quickly put down the brush in his hand, and greeted him at the door with a kind smile on his face.

Little Treasure, who was wearing Pikachu's clothes, with smiling eyes, threw himself into the old man's arms.

"It's too early for grandpa." Xiaobao grabbed the old man's beard and smiled.

"Morning, darling, where's your father?"

"Dad and Mommy are outside."

Xia Wanyuan? Hearing Xiaobao's words, the old man was calm, but he was thinking.

When he forced Aling to get the certificate, he already felt sorry for his grandson, so he was also noncommittal about Jun Shiling's ignoring of Xia Wanyuan.

In the past two years, Jun Shiling has gradually gained a firm foothold, and it is foreseeable to divorce Xia Wanyuan, and he himself does not like Xia Wanyuan's style.

Just worrying about the baby great-grandson in front of him, he had to admit Xia Wanyuan's identity.

Alas, the old man sighed in his heart, he didn't want to care about the young man's affairs, he glanced at the great-grandson who was soft in his arms, and only hoped that A Ling could handle it well and try his best to avoid harming the children.

The sound of the door being pushed open disturbed his thoughts, the old man looked at the person coming, his eyes slightly widened.

His impression of Xia Wanyuan was still four years ago, the woman who was looking for him with a B-ultrasound sheet, with delicate makeup, and an irresistible ambition and domineering between his eyebrows and eyes.

But now Xia Wanyuan, who is standing beside Jun Shiling, is elegant and generous, with a calmness that radiates from the inside out.

Standing under the eaves of the carved beams and painted buildings, she looks like a lady walking out of the painting, especially with a classical nobility.

"Mummy!" Seeing Jun Shiling and Xia Wanyuan approaching, Xiaobao let go of the old man's hand and got to Xia Wanyuan's side.

Xia Wanyuan smiled and patted Xiaobao's head, Jun Shiling bent slightly towards the old man, "Grandpa."

Xia Wanyuan looked at the old man in front of him, who was young, but still in good spirits, with a kind face, bent down slightly, and followed Jun Shiling and called "Grandpa."

The calm and courteous tone and indifferent bearing made the old man, the former head of the Jun family, sigh in admiration, and his eyes could not help but roll around Jun Shiling and Xia Wanyuan.

"Well, just go in and sit when you come." The old man finally withdrew his scrutiny.

The old man hadn't seen Xiaobao for a long time. He couldn't think about it. He led Xiaobao to see the various toys and gifts he prepared.

In the main room, it suddenly became quiet, leaving only Jun Shiling and Xia Wanyuan who were silent on the sofa.

From the moment she first entered, Xia Wanyuan realized that although the courtyard was relatively ordinary to her, its location was not big.

However, the mahogany tables and chairs in the house, the double-eared vase with the picture of the golden pheasant, the hollowed-out screen with the relief of the banana leaf in the pink and blue glaze, and the various knick-knacks that can be seen everywhere are full of antique flavor.

There are several charming landscape paintings hanging on the wall. When Xia Wanyuan was very young, he was enlightened by Master Yu Qian, who was the most virtuous and respected in the Xia Dynasty.

She is very accomplished in calligraphy and painting, and even Master Yu Qian praised her for being very spiritual.

The paintings hanging in the house are full of ink and ink, and the phoenix is ​​floating. The painter seems to hide his clean air in the paintings, travel through time, and talk to people from a thousand years later.

Xia Wanyuan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but walk to the front of the picture of "Reading the Tablet" in the center. The weather was sparse, the smoke and clouds were clear, the sharp edges were sharp, and the ink skills were subtle. Xia Wanyuan couldn't help but carefully ponder the brushwork in it.

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There were too many shocks these times, and Jun Shiling was no longer surprised that Xia Wanyuan seemed to be very interested in Chinese painting, but his deep eyes kept looking at Xia Wanyuan's focused profile.

Mrs. Jun is fond of spicy food. On the lunch table, in addition to the lighter dishes made by Jun Shiling and Jun Yin, there are also several dishes of Sichuan dishes filled with bright red and spicy oil.

Xia Wanyuan looked at the boiled fish that was full of peppers and chili peppers, it looked so spicy.

But since she came to modern times, everything she has tasted is basically novel and delicious. She really wanted to try it. Xia Wanyuan blinked, and finally reached out and put a chopstick in her mouth.

Well, the spicy feeling filled his mouth all of a sudden, but the taste was really good, Xia Wanyuan couldn't hold back and took another chopstick, the stamina of Chaotianjiao started to exert force, and Xia Wanyuan felt the tip of his tongue burning hot.

Just as he was about to take a sip of rice to relieve himself, he pushed a glass of water next to him. Xia Wanyuan tilted his head and saw Jun Shiling's Leng Yi's profile.

"Thank you," Xia Wanyuan said in a low voice, took the water and drank it, finally feeling that the pungency was relieved a lot.

The old man sitting in the main seat watched Jun Shiling's movements calmly, picked up a piece of fish and threw it into his mouth, hiding the smile at the corner of his mouth.

After eating, it was time for Grandpa Jun to take a lunch break. Xiaobao played with toys for a long time, and now he felt sleepy, so he went to bed with the old man.

"Master, do you and Miss Xia need to rest for a while?"

Compared to Uncle Liu's neglect when Xia Wanyuan entered the door just now, Uncle Liu's attitude towards Xia Wanyuan has obviously changed at this time.

After all, to be able to come back with Jun Shiling, the young master is still so close to her, and even the old grandfather has a slight approval of her, so he naturally has to re-examine Xia Wanyuan's status.

"No need, Uncle Liu, go and rest." When Jun Shiling saw Xia Wanyuan walking into the yard, he raised his feet to prepare to go over.

In the spring, the afternoon sun is not scorching, with warmth, on the blue sky, the clouds like cotton candy drifted slowly by the hands.

The leaves of the phoenix tree were rustled by the spring breeze, blowing the rice paper with ink on the table.

The inkstone on the table is as delicate as jade, and the delicate and mellow taste of pine smoke and ink wafts in the wind.

Xia Wanyuan glanced at it and knew that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on this table were all of the highest quality, and her hands were itchy for a while.

"You can use these. Grandpa likes to practice calligraphy and read other people's calligraphy."

Jun Shiling walked under the sycamore tree at some point, and the afternoon sun slanted on his face, making him a gentleman like bamboo.

"Can you?" Xia Wanyuan tilted her head, with obvious anticipation in her eyes.

"Yeah." Jun Shiling nodded.

Xia Wanyuan took off her windbreaker and put it aside, picked up the brush on the table, dipped it in ink, tilted her head and thought for a while before writing.

Xia Wanyuan's hand looked slender and weak, but holding the thick brush, she did not lose strength.

The strokes are flying and stretched, the brush strokes are vigorous and soft in the middle.

Jun Shiling stood aside, watching Xia Wanyuan's pen walking the side of the dragon and snake, as if he had stepped into an ink painting, and the person in front of him had a classical elegance that he could not see through.

"Okay!" Xia Wanyuan finally put down her pen, and her superb brush and ink really lived up to her reputation. Although she hadn't written for a long time, with her superb brush and ink, she wrote very smoothly.

The ink painting in front of him swayed, and Xia Wanyuan, who was smiling in front of him, seemed to have returned to reality all of a sudden.

Jun Shiling lowered his head to look at the words written by Xia Wanyuan, his phoenix eyes froze instantly, and there were thousands of turbulent flashes in his eyes.

On the paper are three characters with distinct muscles and bones, with a stretched edge, like a bird circling and a phoenix flying high.

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