Changdong walked away in shame. Shen Qingluan had just rested for a moment when he saw Cuicui coming in with a wink.
"Madam, something big happened at Fushouyuan! The old lady was actually frightened and fainted by the Marquis!"
Hearing this, Shen Qingluan blinked.
This, what happened?
In the previous life, Mrs. Lu was very clever. Not only did she control Jun Hongbai to be extremely filial and obedient to her, but her second wife, Marquis Zhenyuan, was also often manipulated by her because of his filial piety.
I didn't expect that there would be such a misstep.
Frightened?
Cuicui knew that she was curious, so before she could ask further questions, she simply said:
"I heard that the Marquis carried a bloody head to the Fushouyuan to pay respects to the old lady, and cut out the heart and liver in front of the old lady. He said that it was a great tonic and he wanted the old lady to replenish it."
Shen Qingluan was speechless.
Mr. Lu is getting older, and he has to serve Wen and maintain his energy on weekdays, just waiting to see the day when the title of Marquis of Zhenyuan will be transferred to the head of the family.
However, as soon as Shen Qingluan entered the house, she hurriedly assigned the general affairs to this granddaughter-in-law, just to protect herself.
Looking at such a bloody experience today, I was so frightened that I fainted.
I'm afraid my life will be short for several years.
Shen Qingluan's eyes were filled with subtle joy, "Marquis Zhenyuan's behavior is quite interesting."
But why does this matter of hunting deer and ripping out the soul sound inexplicably familiar?
Shen Qingluan turned his head and was about to think carefully in his mind when Zhuzhu suddenly sent a brocade box, saying that it was from the Shen family and needed to be opened by Madam herself.
"Show it to me."
With this interruption, Shen Qingluan temporarily suppressed the weirdness in his heart, dismissed the rest and opened the box.
When I saw this, my eyes suddenly lit up and my breathing became rapid!
There are several historical books inside, all of which are rare and extinct copies on the market!
"This, where does this come from!"
She was rarely so excited that she couldn't even speak, but this time she was really excited.
For a literary family like the Shen family, if you place a rare treasure or exquisite jewelry in front of her, she will probably remain indifferent.
But if you let her take a look at these rare and unique masterpieces, it will really be transported to her heart.
She stood up and washed her hands in the basin, dried them with a handkerchief, and then reached for the book in the wooden box.
A long and thick fragrance of ink stirred up.
This is what the Shen family pursues and worships.
Your life, your name, and your deeds may be lost in the torrent of history.
But the culture carried by paper will always exist.
It wanders and travels in this land. When someone reaches out and uncovers it one day, a soul will let out a trembling cry again.
When the world saw how much the Shen family cared about paper, they thought they were rotten and poor.
Little do they know that what they really cherish is the soul carried on the paper.
Cuicui is also a good judge of things. Seeing Shen Qingluan acting like this, she quickly went to look through the letter paper in the box.
After reading it, he was surprised and said: "It turned out to be the bearded man. He said he couldn't understand it, so he gave it to my wife so that it wouldn't gather dust at home."
Shen Qingluan's cheeks felt a little hot.
She really deserves it.
"That's the end of my friendship with him."
The good wild ginseng medicine he had sent before was already too shameless to refuse.
But now...
Cuicui also nodded in agreement: "This gift is indeed too valuable, even the servants feel it is hot to touch."
Shen Qingluan was really confused.
It's really hot.
But she still wants to accept it...
After a long time, Shen Qingluan said shamelessly: "It doesn't matter. When gentlemen are friends, they don't care about the size of the gift, but it depends on each other's feelings. Although I don't have anything good to give back, I still have deep affection for him."
Cuicui was stunned and stopped talking.
Shen Qingluan said again: "I will hand-copy a copy and return it to him later. He can just borrow it."
Just do it, she immediately sat down in front of the desk, spread out the rice paper, and devoted herself to it.
As for hunting deer and taking out her heart and lungs, she had long forgotten them, even the traces of them disappeared.
Shen Qingluan's copy lasted a day and a night.
During this period, several people came in to look for her, but she drove them away impatiently.
After a few visits, Zhuzhu simply picked up a stick and stood guard at the entrance of the yard. No one was allowed to enter.
Shen Qingluan wrote furiously all night until the sun rose on the second day and reached the top of the persimmon tree planted in the yard. Shen Qingluan could not stop writing.
Satisfied, he held up the paper he had written on and faced the sun to admire it.
She is the most outstanding member of the younger generation of the Shen family. Her calligraphy skills are strong and profound, and she has the potential to penetrate all odds.
It is said that words are like people. If you only look at her words, you would never think of a woman with such strength and heart.
While I was intoxicated, there was a sudden noise at the entrance of the courtyard.
Shen Qingluan was disturbed in his deep thoughts and frowned impatiently.
Ran heard the entangled voice of that little beast Jun Yuan at the door, and quickly put the only copy on the table into the box, and personally held it and stuffed it into the innermost corner of the bed.
She taught Jun Yuan a lesson last time, but this nine-year-old child was just the right time for a dog to dislike him, not to mention that Jun Yuan was a shameless little bully.
If he were to destroy her book again, he would be so angry that she would die again!
After hiding the book, Shen Qingluan came out with folded sleeves.
Jun Yuan cried sadly when he saw her: "Shen Qingluan, why did you refuse to paint my mother's portrait! Didn't I offend you? I apologize to you. I'm sorry, okay, you paint my mother's portrait!"
He sounded confident and confident, with the arrogance and innocence of someone who had never been beaten.
Shen Qingluan didn't feel tired after staying up all night, but listening to his natural words actually made him feel a little bored deep in his heart.
"Who asked you to beg me?"
Jun Yuan had no sense of words and emotions at all. Hearing what Shen Qingluan said, he thought she had relented.
He broke away Zhuzhu's hand and rushed to Shen Qingluan and said eagerly: "My aunt said that."
When he was sleeping, his face was full of admiration and admiration, "My aunt said that if anyone in the world can repaint my mother's portrait, you are the only one."
Shen Qingluan looked at him steadily.
Once upon a time, she really wanted to cultivate him and guide him to the right path.
It's a pity that although he is not as vicious and petty as Jun Qian, the stupidity and selfishness of the two siblings are exactly the same.
Jun Yuan was a little cold by her eyes. He was about to say a few more words to thank her when he heard Shen Qingluan nodded and said:
"Since your mother's portrait is so important to you, it would be too unkind for me to refuse. However, I have said before that I have never met your mother."
"It doesn't matter, my aunt said that she looks exactly like my mother, so you can just draw after her!"
Shen Qingluan was waiting for this sentence, his eyes flickered slightly: "Okay, then let your aunt come over.
Let me make it clear first, painting a portrait requires one go, and I am willing to take up the pen, but only once. If something happens to your aunt, don't pester me again. "
Jun Yuan was overjoyed, "No, no, no, my aunt really cares about my mother, nothing will go wrong!"
He didn't notice at all that Shen Qingluan no longer corrected him in calling Du Mianmian "aunt".
Perhaps even if he noticed, he would only be happy that Shen Qingluan truly accepted Du Mianmian, and didn't know what was wrong with treating his concubine as an elder.
Shen Qingluan looked at him with eyes that showed a little pity, but he was not as heart-warming as before. He said coldly: "Let your aunt come to my yard."
Jun Yuan ran out in a hurry.
Cuicui angrily spat at his back, "If you are uneducated and don't politely greet your wife when you see her, she should give him a good whipping."
Shen Qingluan straightened his sleeves slowly and said, "It doesn't matter. If I don't teach him, someone will teach him with profit."
She twisted her neck, and then she felt her tight back became more comfortable.
After drinking another cup of strong tea, I felt refreshed.
"Go and call Liu Yueniang. The painting should be perfect with her help."
People in the courtyard quickly started to move.
Du Mianmian was overjoyed when he learned from Jun Yuan that Shen Qingluan had let go.
When the painting is completed, every time the uncle looks at it, he will be reminded of her contribution to persuading Shen Qingluan.
Especially, Shen Qingluan also agreed to use her in the painting.
When the uncle touches and misses her, who can tell whether he is looking at his sister or at her.
No matter how strong a dead person's presence is, he can't compare to the living woman beside him.
Du Mianmian dressed up brightly and walked to Hanguang Courtyard in three steps.
Jun Yuan followed her and chirped, "My mother is a decent person, but she is also tolerant. When I grow up, I will definitely respect her and my aunt."
A trace of disgust flashed in Du Mianmian's eyes, but it was quickly hidden, "Yuan'er is so good, but people in this world have two faces.
If Shen Qingluan was really that good, he should have agreed yesterday instead of waiting for you to beg her. "
Jun Yuan was slightly startled.
The blood-related family ties made him want to echo Du Mianmian's words in every possible way, but a small voice in his heart told him that Shen Qingluan was not like that.
The two sides were entangled, Jun Yuan pursed his lips and did not speak.
Du Mianmian continued: "Yesterday I asked for help, and the uncle also spoke in person. She even pretended to be asking for it, just waiting for you to speak in person.
Brother Yuan, you must not be deceived by her like this. If you also betray your sister, your sister will not be able to rest in peace under the pressure of Jiuquan. "
Just as he was talking, a sarcastic voice suddenly came out from behind: "Yesterday my wife refused, so you said she was pretending to be a slut.
Today, Madam agreed, but you said that she has ulterior motives. You will criticize Madam whether she is right or left. If you have the courage, why not say it in front of Madam. "
Liu Yueniang appeared from the alley wearing purple clothes.
Du Mianmian had a cold face.
Shen Qingluan certainly wanted to show some dignity, but this Liu Yueniang was nothing.
She was just a domestic slave of the Du family, but now she was lucky enough to become the uncle's concubine. Could it be that she still thought she was a thing?
Last night, the uncle was still resting in her yard. New and old hatreds were compounded. Du Wenniang wanted to skin her alive!
Liu Yueniang turned a blind eye to her vicious eyes and walked up to Jun Yuan, "I have met the young master."
She raised her head, her eyes full of longing that was about to overflow: "When I left the Hou Mansion, the young master was not even as high as my knees in the concubine's room. I didn't expect that he has grown so big now."
The anger on Jun Yuan's face stopped and he said calmly: "Who are you? Have you seen me?"
