The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Wang Long stood in front of the stove, his spatula flying across the pot, the dishes sizzling and emitting a fragrant aroma.

Xu Wanyun squatted in front of the stove adding firewood, the firelight illuminating her beautiful face.

Those eyes, usually so gentle and calm, now reflected a flickering flame, revealing a vibrancy they never possessed before.

Qin Jiaojiao lay on the stone table, resting her chin on her hands, watching the two busy themselves with nothing to do.

Her eyes were still slightly red.

"Grandpa, Master, when is dinner served? I'm starving."

Qin Jiaojiao pouted, acting like a spoiled child.

Wang Longtou didn't even turn around, but said with a smile.

"Almost there, almost there, it'll be done in a bit."

Qin Jiaojiao leaned back on the table, resting her chin on her arm, her eyes fixed on the stove.

Looking at Wang Long and Xu Wanyun standing side by side from behind, I suddenly felt that this scene was particularly beautiful.

The two are a perfect match.

"Jiaojiao, are you feeling bored?"

Wang Long carried a dish over, placed it on the table, and wiped his hands on his apron.

Qin Jiaojiao quickly shook her head.

"Not boring at all, watching Grandpa cook is so much fun!"

Wang Long couldn't help but laugh when he saw her contradictory expression.

This girl is clearly so bored she's practically growing mushrooms, yet she's still being stubborn.

He thought about it for a moment, and then a thought suddenly struck him.

"Jiaojiao, how about Grandpa introduces you to a friend?"

Qin Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, somewhat surprised.

"Friends? What friends?"

Wang Long smiled and shook his head, offering no reply.

He reached out his hand, and with a thought, he made a move.

A golden light surged from his palm, exploded in the courtyard, and transformed into a fist-sized golden sphere of light.

The sphere of light hovered in the air for a moment before slowly retracting.

A furry little thing appeared in the sphere of light.

Little Chick shook its downy fur, opened its sleepy eyes, and looked around blankly with its dark, grape-like eyes.

It had just woken up from its deep sleep and was still a little dazed.

"Chirp?"

Little Chirp let out a soft, sweet chirp, tilting its head to look at the unfamiliar little girl in front of it.

Qin Jiaojiao was completely stunned.

Her eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape, as she stared at the furry little thing floating in the air.

"So...so cute..."

Qin Jiaojiao's voice was trembling, and her eyes were almost sparkling.

She reached out, wanting to touch Little Chick, but was afraid of scaring it, so her fingers hovered in mid-air, hesitating to touch it.

Little Chick tilted its head and looked at her, a hint of curiosity flashing in its dark, grape-like eyes.

It could sense that there was something about this little girl that made it feel close to her.

Innocent, kind, and without malice.

"Chirp~"

Xiao Qiu looked at Wang Long.

Go ahead~

Wang Long nodded.

The little chick immediately flapped its short wings.

It flew wobbly to Qin Jiaojiao and gently landed in her palm.

Its body is light and soft, like a ball of cotton candy.

Qin Jiaojiao looked down at the furry little thing in her palm and felt her heart melt.

"It...it's so light...so soft...so cute..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of startling Xiao Qiu.

Little Chick stood in her palm, looking up at her.

It stretched out its little paw and stepped on Qin Jiaojiao's palm, then tilted its head and rubbed its head against her fingers.

"Chirp~"

The voice was soft and sweet, carrying a clear sense of intimacy and coquetry.

Qin Jiaojiao shouted excitedly.

"Grandpa! It's rubbing against me! It's rubbing against me!"

Wang Long chuckled.

"Its name is Little Chirp, you can be good friends."

Qin Jiaojiao nodded vigorously, carefully held the little chick in front of her eyes, and examined it carefully.

Little Chick wasn't shy at all, letting her look at it, occasionally tilting its head, blinking its eyes, and making soft, sweet chirps.

The man and the bird stared at each other for quite a while.

Qin Jiaojiao suddenly burst out laughing.

"Little Chirp, you're so cute!"

Qin Jiaojiao couldn't wait to show it off.

Xu Wanyun stood by the stove, watching this scene.

Deep within her beautiful eyes, a turbulent storm was brewing.

She could sense that Xiao Qiu possessed a terrifying, suffocating power.

Although that power was extremely well concealed, a trace of its aura occasionally leaked out.

That was enough to make her, a half-step grandmaster, tremble with fear.

"Uncle Long, what is this...?"

Xu Wanyun walked to Wang Long's side, lowered her voice, and asked curiously.

Wang Long glanced at her and made no attempt to hide anything.

"It is my contracted spirit beast."

Xu Wanyun's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

She had seen it in ancient books; Xiao Qiu was the juvenile form of the Nine Heavens Mystic Bird.

This legendary being actually... appeared right in front of her?

She took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart, and her gaze fell on Xiao Qiu again.

He gasped inwardly.

"The aura of a Grandmaster... It's already a Grandmaster-level spirit beast?"

After the turmoil in the imperial city, Wang Long began his cultivation.

Little Chick is also making progress.

It swallowed the raging sea dragon and then soaked in the royal heavenly pool for several months, absorbing a large amount of true dragon blood essence.

His cultivation level has been rising rapidly, breaking through from the early stage of the ninth rank to the early stage of the Grandmaster, and even showing a faint trend of moving towards the middle stage of the Grandmaster.

Xu Wanyun became increasingly curious about Wang Long, wondering how many secrets he still held.

Wang Long is like a book she hasn't read yet; every page she turns brings a surprise.

After the meal.

Qin Jiaojiao was playing wildly in the yard with Xiao Qiu in her arms.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the mountains surrounding Wenxin Academy, gilding the rolling green hills with a layer of gold.

A pot of freshly brewed tea sat on the stone table, its fragrant aroma rising gently in the twilight.

Wang Long and Xu Wanyun sat facing each other, with a stone table between them.

"Uncle Long, please!"

Xu Wanyun personally poured tea for Wang Long, eagerly anticipating that he would write poems of the same caliber as "Exhortation to Learning".

Wang Long picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and smiled without saying a word.

Xu Wanyun also picked up her teacup, her gaze falling on Wang Long's face, her eyes sparkling.

Wang Long put down his teacup and glanced at the sunset that was gradually darkening on the horizon.

He glanced again at the swing in the yard and the clump of green bamboo in the corner, and made up his mind.

"Wanyun, bring me paper and pen."

Xu Wanyun's eyes lit up, and she quickly got up, took out a brush, ink, paper and inkstone from the room, and spread them out on the stone table.

Wang Long picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and then lifted it with his wrist suspended.

He wrote three poems in different styles.

He then put down his pen and stretched his wrists.

Xu Wanyun stood by the stone table, looking down at the three poems, her gaze lingering on them for a long time.

Each one is worthy of being passed down through the ages.

Every single one of them is a classic.

She looked up at Wang Long, her voice trembling slightly.

"Uncle Long, are you some kind of saint reincarnated?"

Wang Long paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Wanyun, you flatter me. I've just lived a long time and have some insights."

Xu Wanyun shook her head, not believing his explanation.

Do you gain insights as you live longer?

There are many people in the world who live to be a hundred years old, so why haven't I seen anyone write such a poem?

She knew Wang Long didn't want to say more, so she didn't press him. She simply carefully put the three poems away and pressed them against her chest.

For Confucian scholars like Xu Wanyun, good poetry is more important than life itself!

"Uncle Long, may Wanyun keep these poems?"

Wang Long smiled and nodded.

"These are all gifts from me, so you can do whatever you want with them."

Xu Wanyun blushed slightly, lowered her eyes, and spoke softly.

"Thank you, Uncle Long."

Qin Jiaojiao lay on the stone table, looking at Wang Long and then at Xu Wanyun, her little face full of smiles.

Although she didn't understand poetry very well, she could sense that her master was very happy.

Master hasn't been this happy in a long time.