Peng Xueao excitedly took Wu Xing's hand and took her to sit on his small wooden horse, the wooden horse was short, fortunately Wu Xing was thin and small, but he could sit down, Wu Xing hesitated, and his hands were pulled over by Peng Xueao, wrapped around his waist, and sat behind him.

He giggled, "Ah Wu, I'll take you on a big horse!"

"Be careful. After hesitating for a moment, Wu Xing gave up resistance and accompanied Peng Xueyi to play a childish horseback riding game, carefully protecting him from falling.

"Ah Wu, have you ever ridden a real horse?" asked Peng Xueao curiously.

"Well, ridden. Wu Xing nodded, although she had never ridden a horse alone, but she had ridden with others many times, in the past she was sitting in someone else's arms, but now she was riding this small wooden horse, and there was a smaller and more fragile life than her sitting in her arms, which made her a little overwhelmed for a while.

"That's good, Daddy said, and I can't ride a real horse until I'm as tall as a horse. Peng Xueao said in an envious tone.

Wu Xing followed his words and said, "Soon, you will be able to ride a real horse in less than two years." ”

Peng Xueyi squinted happily.

After playing for a long time, it was a hot summer, Peng Xueao was still wearing silk bedclothes, hot and sweaty, Peng Zeyang wiped his sweat distressedly, and wanted to take off the bedclothes on his body for him, "Wear so tightly on such a hot day, anyway, it's in the house, Ah Xue is a kid, but she can't be pampered like a little girl, it's better to take off her top." ”

Cheng Surou hurriedly came over and picked up Peng Xueao when she heard this, and said angrily, "The window is still open, what should I do if the wind blows and gets cold, Ah Xue is still young, what's wrong with being pampered? You are a father, you don't know how to feel sorry for the child, Ah Xue, let's go into the back room to wipe our bodies, okay?"

"Listen to A-Niang!" Peng Xueyi replied loudly, and was held in her arms by Cheng Surou, holding A-Niang's neck tightly with both hands, and looking up with a look of vigour.

Peng Zeyang saw that the mother and son were so hostile, so he had to touch his nose in embarrassment.

The time just happened to be the time for lunch, and when Cheng Surou took Peng Xuelong to wipe her body in the room and change her clothes, the meal was also set on the table outside, this time it was Cheng Yanqiu who took Wu Xing to recognize people and have a meal together, and he had already agreed with Cheng Surou, so he naturally prepared Wu Xing's dishes and chopsticks.

Several people sat down together, Wu Xing was a little restrained in picking up the rice grains in the bowl, but Peng Xueao was very comfortable, pointing to the sugar and meat on the plate and said loudly, "A-Niang, I want to eat this!"

Peng Xueao likes to eat sweet things, children are generally like this, there are several dishes on the table that are sweet and sour, and it is appetizing to eat some sour ones in summer, Cheng Surou put a few chopsticks into his bowl, and smiled gently, "Eat slowly." ”

Turning her head to see Wu Xing, who was taking care of the rice grains by herself, Cheng Surou thought about it, and also sandwiched a chopstick candy sauce for her, "Try it, our Ah Xue likes to eat this the most, you should like it too." ”

Wu Xing was flattered and thanked him, Mr. knew that she preferred sweetness, but he didn't expect the sect leader's wife to know too.

The sugar meat is wrapped in a layer of clear yellow syrup, sticky wrapped on the soft and rotten meat slices, the chopsticks stick to pull out a long sugar thread, a little hot, Wu Xing took a bite, the entrance is a slightly sweet taste, but the bite is with a sour taste of unknown fruit juice, and so the appearance of a layer of syrup mixed with saliva in the mouth melts, and then taste the salty and delicious meat slice itself, this layer after layer of interlocking is really aftertaste.

Wu Xing's eyes lit up, no wonder Peng Xueyi loved this dish so much, she also thought it was delicious.

It's just that the only thing that's not so good is that the syrup on the outer layer of the meat slice is a little sticky after it cools, and she bites it again, struggling with the syrup in her mouth, but suddenly feels a sharp pain somewhere in her mouth, and the fishy smell of blood spreads in her mouth.

Wu Xing froze, his mouth stopped chewing, and his eyes were a little glazed.

Cheng Yanqiu noticed her abnormality and asked with concern, "What's wrong Ah Wu?"

Wu Xing put down her chopsticks in a daze, covering her side cheek with one hand, a little overwhelmed, she spit out the sugar meat in her mouth on the table, Cheng Yanqiu looked at it, and immediately laughed.

A small baby tooth was stained with blood on the piece of meat.

Wu Xing was stunned, and looked at the small baby tooth with a confused expression, which was her tooth?

Wu Xing wanted to cry without tears, but Cheng Yanqiu was still laughing, he touched Wu Xing's head and said regretfully, "In the next few months, you won't be able to eat something that is hard to bite." ”

Wu Xing looked at him suspiciously when she heard this, in the next few months, won't it be a lifetime?

Cheng Yanqiu saw that Wu Xing didn't understand, and explained, "This is a change of teeth, Ah Wu, everyone has to go through it when they are six or seven years old, you are a little late to change your teeth, I actually forgot about it." ”

Peng Xueao, who was still gloating, suddenly opened her mouth in surprise, "Ahh

Peng Xueao wrinkled her little nose aggrievedly, losing her teeth made it hurt when she looked at it!

Cheng Surou pinched his little nose and said with a smile, "Yes, Ah Xue will also change her teeth, don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt, Ah Wu, don't you say?"

Wu Xing nodded sincerely, indeed, only the moment that was just glued off was a little painful, this pain compared to the whipping and sword wounds, the pain was simply minimal, and now I can't feel the pain, I just feel that there is some air leakage when I open my mouth to speak, and my mouth is cold.

Peng Xueao muttered suspiciously, "Okay." ”

After lunch, Cheng Yanqiu left Wu Xing to accompany Peng Xueyi, and advised, "Go back to Songyan Courtyard after dinner, or stay here." ”

Wu Xing nodded, and Cheng Yanqiu left with Peng Zeyang.

Seeing the two of them leaving, Peng Xueao lowered her head and sighed, Cheng Surou also put away the smile on her face, and said seriously, "Okay, I've been playing all morning, I haven't done my homework today, go and write, Ah Wu, you accompany him." ”

"Got it, A-Niang. Peng Xueao said listlessly, pulled up Wu Xing and trotted to the study next door.

There was a maid in the study who had already laid out the paper and polished the ink, and also prepared a copy for Wu Xing, the table was big enough, and the two sat facing each other on both sides of the table.

Wu Xing was forced to stay in bed for half a year to recuperate, and he couldn't go out of the room to practice martial arts moves, and his daily activities were to practice internal skills and writing, and he felt used to it.

It's just that she has practiced her handwriting for so long, and her writing is very neat, but in the eyes of her husband, she looks dull and has no aura evaluation, just like the words printed in the bookstore.

She didn't know why, she was distressed for a long time, and there was no solution, so she copied those famous calligraphy and paintings, she didn't say that the imitation was ten out of ten, and there were seven or eight points of likeness, but she couldn't find the kind of aura that Mr. said.

Over time, there is not much to worry about this matter.

Peng Xueao wrote less than a page, and began to hold her cheeks in a daze, and the ink on the pen got all the ink on her face, but she didn't notice it.

It was very quiet in the study, and the maids all retreated, listening to the orders outside the door, and did not dare to come in and disturb, otherwise the young sect master would blame them for not being able to write well.

Peng Xueao was stunned for a while, then stretched out his head to look at the paper in front of Wu Xing, the paper was the best Bailu paper, the ink was Hui ink from the south, and the words were also neat, and every stroke was in accordance with the most standard appearance, Peng Xueao couldn't see the quality of the words, but felt that it was very powerful.

Look at your own handwriting again, the writing is a big and a small, the ink is thick for a while, and the ink is thick and thin for a while, although you can recognize what the words are, but it just doesn't look good.

Peng Xueyi put down the pen a little irritably, holding her cheeks and getting angry with herself.

Wu Xing heard his movements, detached from his preoccupation, and saw the small cat-like ink on Peng Xueao's face, hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to help him wipe it off with his sleeve.

Peng Xueao saw the ink on his hand, and also found it, and was a little embarrassed to close his eyes and ask Wu Xing to wipe him clean, stretching out his face and shaking it left and right in front of Wu Xing to let her see clearly, "Is there anything else?"

"No, it's all wiped clean. Wu Xing said.

Peng Xueao sighed, sat down in the chair again, and asked boredly, "Have you seen the outside world?"

"Yes. ”

"What is the outside world like?" Peng Xueao opened a pair of curious big eyes, eager to learn, if Cheng Surou saw it, he would definitely sigh, it would be good if he could be so energetic when he was studying.

Wu Xing came in from the outside, she didn't think the outside world was so good, anyway, the Holy Sect was really good, she met the best gentleman in the world here, gave her food and clothing, let her learn martial arts and literacy, and the days in the Holy Sect were much happier than outside.

Just looking at Peng Xueao's curious appearance, Wu Xing thought about it, and told him about his childhood, Tangxia Village outside Qutang Town, the big locust tree at the head of the village, the small hillside and small stream in the east of the village, the small fish and shrimp in the stream in the summer, and the gossip of the three aunts and six mothers-in-law in the village who get together every day, and the neighbor's aunt has a son who works as a partner in the bookstore, and every day she shows off to others the stories in the book that her son saw in the bookstore.

It was clear that it was just some extremely simple and ordinary things, but Peng Xueao listened to it with relish, as if she was fascinated, and when she saw that Wu Xing stopped, she eagerly urged her to continue.

Wu Xing is not good at communicating with people, and rarely says a lot of things at once, which makes her a little unaccustomed, and the stories she tells are also dry.

Wu Xing didn't know what else to say, after all, she was only seven years old, and she didn't have much life experience, and she felt that she couldn't tell Peng Xueao those stories with Xie Chang.

Seeing that Wu Xing had nothing to talk about, Peng Xueao was a little disappointed, her fingers were drawn on the table, and she drew two locations, with a short distance between them, "You know, I am so big, and the farthest place I have ever been to is my father's Qixiang Palace, even if it is the Qixiang Palace, I have only been to it once, every day in Wutong Garden, I am familiar with every grass, wood, dust and pebble here, it is so boring, I really want to go out and see." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Wu Xing expectantly, "If you gain A-Niang's trust, and your martial arts are strong enough to protect me, maybe A-Niang will agree to let us go out to play." ”

Hearing this, Wu Xing was a little surprised, "Why don't you let you out?"

The children in the village are basically free-range, although she was a fool in the eyes of everyone at that time, and no one was willing to take care of her, but she had also seen those children running around, it was her, except that when A-Niang needed to ask her to work, she didn't care where she went to play.

"My aunt won't let me go out, I don't know the specific reason, but just listen to my aunt, that's why you're here, I'm very happy, otherwise, don't go back tonight, we can sleep together!"

After all, the young sect leader is noble, born with fine clothes and food, trapped in the courtyard may be just for the sake of safety, Wu Xing can understand it if he thinks about it carefully, and when he heard Peng Xueao's proposal to let her stay, Wu Xing hesitated, and then agreed, Mr. said that he would protect him and take care of him every step of the way, and she would be inseparable from A Xue in the future, and there would be many days together, so it would be good to get used to it earlier.

It's just that Cheng Surou didn't give her this opportunity, and at night, Cheng Surou slipped Peng Xueao back to the room with a smile, Peng Xueao pouted and protested, "I want to sleep with Ah Wu!"

"Obedient, I prepared a room for Ah Wu, Ah Wu sleeps in her room, and you sleep in your room. Cheng Surou's voice was gentle, but it was an unquestionable tone.

Peng Xueyi still wanted to struggle again, and said coquettishly, "Auntie, I want to sleep with Ah Wu." ”

Cheng Surou was kind and seductive, "You are a boy, Ah Wu is a girl, boys and girls can't sleep together, you know?"

Peng Xueao choked, still a little unconvinced, but still bowed her head softly.

Cheng Surou won the debate, seeing that Peng Xueao was obedient, she smiled slightly with satisfaction, and instructed the maid to take Wu Xing to another room.

The room prepared by Cheng Surou for her is spacious and bright, clean and meticulous, the relief patterns on the Babu bed are exquisite, the bed curtains and curtains are fresh powder blue, and the bed even prepared new clothes and forehead wipes for her.

is really very careful and caring, although it is the first time she has met the sect leader's wife, she clearly feels the sect leader's wife's love for the young sect master, even for her, the young master's playmate part-time subordinate, is so thoughtful.

Maybe this is to rein in her loyalty? Wu Xing thought with some uncertainty, she was a disciple of her husband, and she would do her best to do whatever her husband said, maybe the sect leader's wife was just not at ease, and wanted her to have a greater sense of belonging.

Lying on the soft bed, the window was open, sending a cool breeze of the summer night, Wu Xing routinely practiced two hours of internal skills before rolling on the bed, looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, the mood was a little complicated for a while, and after a long time, he fell asleep in a daze.