Marry Again (🔞 mtl

Portrait

The woman was busy with a smile on her face: "You see, I'm used to talking like this. Don't blame me. Please ask me to go in and inform you."

Chun Xing responded and said with a smile: "No, our wife asked me twice in the morning. Now, just go and do your thing."

She and Chunlan were the madam's personal maids, so they naturally knew something about it. I heard that the husbands who entered the mansion were surnamed Chen, and they were relatives of the deceased Mrs. Lu. Mrs. Lu raised the Duke of the Kingdom and was her direct aunt. Although this relationship was distant, judging from the attitude of the masters, they valued her more than serious relatives.

Chunlan opened the curtain and went into the house, where several members of the Chen family were sitting in the flower hall having tea.

When his sister got married decades ago, Chen Rong, the old man of the Chen family, also visited the Duke's house. At that time, he saw that although the Lu family had been Dukes for a century, their food and clothing expenses were not as good as his own.

Looking at the Duke's Mansion today, the table in the flower hall is made of small-leaf rosewood. There is a tin vase on the table that looks like it has been around for a long time. There are two or three red plums stuck in it. Even he couldn't tell the texture of the black lacquer screen at the back, so it must have been worth a thousand dollars.

The old man became more and more uneasy. Looking at his two sons and one grandson, he saw that his sons were already in their forties and had failed many provincial examinations. They no longer had much hope. They could still live as wealthy and idle people.

Only his grandson has not yet reached the top, and he is still somewhat talented compared to his father and uncle. In August this year, he was going to participate in the autumn tribute in the prefecture. Chen Rong, regardless of his age, came to Beijing with him, mostly because of his care.

If the noble man in the Duke's Mansion is thinking about his past friendship, he can at least tell some of it. If there is nothing else, it doesn't matter. The Chen family is not that mercenary.

Chen Rong thought about it several times and saw the steward who was guarding the door hurriedly walking out, and several greetings came from outside. He was still sitting down. His sons and grandsons looked at him and stood up quickly. The boy who was waiting beside him supported him.

Before they could stand still, Wang Chong and Lu Xiniang had already entered the flower hall.

Chen Rongrong took a few glances and saw that the person who came looked very young, probably in his twenties at most. He was wearing a dark gray t-shirt, so he bowed and bowed.

Wang Chong leaned half a step and did not fully accept his courtesy. He went over to help him up and said, "You have worked hard all the way. Please sit down and don't be polite."

He turned to look at Lu Xiniang. Lu Xiniang wanted to say Wan Blessing. But based on her current status, it was inappropriate, so she nodded lightly and sat down with Wang Chong.

Wang Chong and Chen Rong were talking and asking questions, while Lu Xiniang sat silently aside. Chun Xing brought a soft cushion for her to lean on.

Not long after, Wang Chong said: "I heard that you brought the portrait of my great-grandmother. I often heard it when I was young...my mother mentioned my great-grandmother. If I can see the portrait now, it will fulfill my filial piety."

After hearing this, Chen Rong hurriedly The scroll was handed to the boy next to him. Wang Chong took it but did not open it. He handed it to the woman next to him.

Looking at the lady with a gentle face above, she shed tears in front of everyone when she opened the scroll.

Wang Chong looked sideways and saw that the woman in the painting was only seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a light green shirt and an apricot skirt. She was leaning against the window lattice with a book in her hand. There was an indescribable familiarity between her eyebrows.

The man was heartbroken and his eyes almost turned red. The girl above looked exactly like the person in his painting. It turned out that she looked so similar to her mother, except that she was in her twenties at the time and looked softer than her mother.

Although Chen Rong felt weird, he didn't dare to speak. He felt that the Duke's wife was the most filial person. It's just that the Duke of Guo raised her in the name of his niece. Even the Duke of Guo has never seen his sister, so he shed tears.

The room was speechless for a moment.

After Lu Xiniang calmed down, Wang Chong asked Chun Xing to put away the scroll, but had no intention of returning it to Chen Rong.