Ning'an Hall.

After Lu Mingyu hurriedly left with the scroll in his arms, Nanny Lan, who had been waiting outside for a long time, quietly walked to the door of the inner room, opened a curtain, and saw Zhu sitting at the desk inside, looking down at the painting in her hand. The forty-year-old woman has a fair and delicate face, light makeup, soft and gentle, and her shoulders were trembling before, but her eyes were faintly red, and the corners of her mouth were actually raised, as if she was immersed in some beautiful memories.

Madam Lan could guess what Zhu was thinking at a glance.

The happiest memory of this village girl from the countryside was when she met the master. When she first came to Ning'an Hall to serve her, the couple was in harmony. Whenever the master went to court, Zhu either obediently made needles and threads for the master, or went to the yard to admire the flowers and tease the dogs. Most of the time, she would sit alone in front of the window and smile with her chin on her back.

Smile happily and sweetly, just like this now.

After watching silently for a moment, Nanny Lan coughed gently.

Zhu looked up and met Madam Lan's joking gaze. She quickly rolled up the scroll and explained clumsyly: "A Nuan drew a painting, which I looked pretty good."

Madam Lan was not curious about the contents of the painting, and said comfortingly after a few steps: "It's still the fourth girl who can coax people. If I had known that I would have painted a picture, why would I have tried to persuade her to make her mouth dry and her tongue still not work at all?"

The Zhu family is old but still has a very thin face. They lower their heads and blush their faces to make fun of others.

"Okay, as long as you are happy, no matter how big the matter is, it's about crying. The master likes you so much, he will definitely not do that." After a few teasing words, Madam Lan helped Zhu up and led her to the dressing mirror, "Come on, I'll redecorate you again. I'll have to set up a meal later, so don't let the little maids see it."

Zhu nodded and sat down. Seeing that Madam Lan wanted to take the box to apply the rouge on her face, Zhu looked at herself in the mirror and sighed in a low voice: "Forget it, let's dress up like this in the future, no matter how rich I dress, others know what I am. Keeping it the same, I can still praise you, and I like you."

She just wanted Madam Lan to help her cover her red eyes. At such an old age, she would definitely make a joke to the maid.

Madam Lan paused, and her eyes met Zhu in the mirror. Madam Zhu did not dodge her guilt because she refused her like before. Instead, she smiled at her, as if she had made up her mind. After turning a few turns in her head, Madam Lan did not hide her surprise, "Miss Four is young, and she still knows what it means to return to nature?"

Zhu showed a particularly proud smile, "Yes, A Nuan is as smart as her parents."

She grew up in the countryside and had never studied. After entering Beijing, she had more free time. She learned a little bit every day and finally knew a few idioms. It was her turn, and her daughter was like her, and it was a bit difficult to study, but her daughter was a little more popular and gentle. She was well-known among ladies, so her son was much more powerful, smarter than her husband, and she became a scholar at the age of eleven...

Unfortunately, my son's life was not good. Soon after passing the exam, he went out with a few young masters and accidentally fell down the hillside. It was fine elsewhere and his eyes were damaged.

Thinking of the sad things, Zhu's smile calmed down and lowered her eyes to comfort herself, "A Nuan is smart. If she is a kid, she will be able to take the exam for a scholar in a few years..."

Madam Lan tactfully helped Zhu comb her hair first. After Zhu passed this sadness, she smiled and said, "Old lady, the fourth girl's words make sense at first glance, but she is a child after all, and she doesn't understand the twists and turns between adults. If you are the head lady of a seventh-rank official, it is appropriate to put on light makeup. When you go out to visit someone with a higher status than you, you will praise your duty. But you are the wife of Shangshu. After so many years of prestige, you suddenly become calm. Those wives who love to discuss right and wrong will think that the master neglects you, which means you have lost the confidence to show off your power. Old lady, once you have such rumors, not only will you look down on me, but I am afraid that the fourth girl will be despised by the girls in the side palace. Oh, it would be great if the third lady was the biological daughter of the old princess. If the third lady supports the fourth girl, you can be more relaxed."

Upon hearing this, the scene of her husband scolding her coldly in the morning suddenly came to his heart.

Yes, she has been neglected by her husband and has lost her inner self. If she has no face, how can she support her granddaughter in the future?

Looking at the mirror again, Zhu's eyebrows frowned and bit his lip. As he wavered before, he quickly became firm at the reminder of Madam Lan, "Then..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the curtain lifting up and a tall and burly figure walked in.

Zhu's words stuck in his throat and looked at his husband over there in disbelief.

She sat down, no matter how shocked she was, she was just stiff all over and still sat steadily, but Madam Lan felt a bone-black chill running from the soles of her feet to her spine, and then heading straight to her heart. Her hand holding the eyebrow pencil was trembling. When did the master come? How much did the master hear?

Seeing Lu Zhan getting closer and closer, Madam Lan's scared soul had not yet returned, but years of instinct drove her to put down her eyebrow pencil steadily and salute the man immediately, "Master."

After receiving the reminder, Zhu stood up in panic, not caring about her long hair that was still scattered, and walked around the chair to prepare for the ceremony.

Lu Zhan's eyes swept through her red eyes, and he stepped forward in time to hold her hand, his voice far more gentle than usual, "I said earlier that there is no need to pay attention to these false rituals in front of me."

Zhu may not be able to understand the thoughts hidden under her husband's cold face, but for so many years, she can guess his mood based on the changes in Lu Zhan's voice. Is he not angry anymore when he speaks so gently? But it was still so cold in the morning and she didn't do anything, so why did he change?

Zhu couldn't figure it out, so she mustered up the courage to look up and looked at her husband uneasy.

The timid eyes have hardly changed over the years.

Except for the death of his parents when he was young, and his son was helpless in his blindness and pain, Lu Zhan never shed tears in his life. But at this moment, looking at his wife's face, which was beautiful but no longer young and graceful, Lu Zhan's eyes were uncontrollably sore. Twenty years have passed, and he always thought she had changed and blamed her for not listening to advice. Today he realized that it was because he did not do well enough that he wasted twenty years in a mess. In the past twenty years, he and Zhu could have lived a better life.

"Go down." Yu Guang glanced at Madam Lan who was fixed there, and Lu Zhan said calmly, leaving a trace of gentleness that was only because of Zhu.

The voice was heard, and Madam Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Like Aunt Zhou, she turned out to be a maid next to the master. After Mrs. Yuan died, the master took away Aunt Zhou and continued to be a maid. Soon Zhu entered the door and the master arranged for her to serve Zhu, who knew nothing about the wealthy families of the high-ranking families. So Madam Lan was very familiar with the master's temper. The master was so calm that he must have not heard her persuaded Zhu just now.

After bowing, Madam Lan lowered her head and stepped back.

When the person left, there were only two couples left in the room. Zhu raised his eyes quietly, and her husband was still looking at her with such strange and panic-looking eyes. Zhu was uncomfortable all over and subconsciously wanted to keep the distance first, but as soon as he moved, his hands were clenched, "Did you tell A Nuan about our past?"

Lu Zhan held his wife's hand in one hand and raised a scroll with the other hand.

Zhu was inexplicably guilty and lowered his head to defend himself, "A Nuan asked me what the house in my hometown looks like. I told her, and as I talked about it..."

The grandmother is young and has many questions. After asking the house, she asked her grandfather she met in that year. She spoke quickly and said everything before she knew it.

Lu Zhan could imagine how his grandparents and grandchildren got along. He smiled, let go of his wife, opened the scroll and spread it on the table, and sincerely praised: "A Nuan has good talent, and you can draw it so much just by hearing what you say." His granddaughter is only seven years old, and in time, he may not lose to his talented son in painting.

The topic was relaxed enough, Zhu relaxed his body. Because her husband was kind and looked at her, she forgot about the morning scolding. She took out two paintings from the paintblock and showed it to him, "No, when A Nuan was painting the first time, she asked me if I was right. She changed several places. The second time, she was a little better. A Nuan was afraid that you would not like it, so she drew the third one, and was worried that she would be late and would be waiting for A Yun and the others."

After seeing two paintings, Lu Zhan couldn't help laughing. He liked the cuteness of his little granddaughter and was pleased with the intention of his granddaughter pouring into this gift.

He looked down at the painting. When Zhu saw him laughing, his eyes became obsessed with him.

Her husband is almost fifty, but she always feels that the older she is, the better she looks, and it’s better to be old. She is always as young as she is in her twenties. How could she still like her? Not to mention three or four times a month, maybe she won’t come once, right?

Zhu is a very easy-to-satisfie person. As long as her husband is kind to her, she will forget her previous unhappiness. Moreover, compared with other men, her husband treats her very well. She rarely comes to her and doesn’t have much to go to Aunt Zhou’s place.

Lu Zhan noticed his wife's gaze. He looked over and met his wife's face that was hurriedly avoiding.

Lu Zhan smiled bitterly, took his wife's hand and walked towards the other side of the bed.

Zhu's heart pounded, and he looked at the bed near his eyes, his eyes were as waves as water. What did he want to do? It was not dark yet.

"Sit down and let's talk."

Lu Zhan sat down first, patted the seat next to him, and signaled his wife to sit down as well.

Zhu was also very glad and a little disappointed. She sat down obediently, lowered her head, and acted as if she could listen to whatever her husband said.

Lu Zhan pinched her hand and looked at the window. She liked him, and he knew, so except for occasionally praising her at night, she never said any sweet words at other times, because there was no need. No matter what he did, she would be with him, and because he was born to be a person who could speak sweet words.

But now...

Lu Zhan pursed his lips, his head slightly turned to the other side, and his voice was almost unaudible: "We have been arguing for more than 20 years for your dressing. Today I will say it again. You are the best dressing now. I like it the most. As long as you stick to it, from today on, I will come to your side every night, unless the court is busy, regardless of the wind or rain."

Zhu raised his head abruptly, unable to believe his ears.

Lu Zhan took a deep breath, turned around and asked her: "Did you agree?"

Zhu not only agreed, but she cried in surprise, and threw herself into her husband's arms, "Do you keep your word?"

Lu Zhan smiled and hugged the person and said, "You can't dress yourself up as ugly as you anymore. I know you are afraid of being laughed at, but those who wear clothes and precious jewelry are decent enough, so you don't need to smear on your face. In the future, I will be better to you. When others hear about it, they will only envy you and will never misunderstand me to neglect you."

The implication was that he heard the words of Zhu and Madam Lan.

Her husband promised to come to her every day. Zhu was so dizzy that he didn't think so much. He cried and nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to you, then don't go to Aunt Zhou anymore..." The man fell into a honey pot, his head became more and more sticky, and he couldn't help but vent his grievances in his heart.

Lu Zhan touched her hair and finally told her the truth, "Except for the first time, I haven't touched her all night long. I deliberately angered you, otherwise you wouldn't change it back."

Zhu was stunned and met the man's smiling eyes. She didn't believe it, "If you don't touch her, then you guys will...

Lu Zhan showed fatigue on his face, let go of her and lay down, pressing his hand on his forehead, "I used to be to anger you, but when things go too far in the past few years, I'll have a headache. Ask her to pinch it for me..."

"I can pinch it too!" Zhu was displeased and climbed onto the bed in a hurry. He reached out and pinched Lu Zhan twice, "Is it so comfortable?"

The gentle little woman is so simple that she is stupid. She is not angry about his neglect, but instead wants to please him.

As Zhu's hand moved, her long, still black and lustrous hair scattered, slid across Lu Zhan's face, which was heart-warming. Lu Zhan closed his eyes, grabbed Zhu's wrist and turned to the side, and the person immediately bullied him. The incident happened too suddenly. Zhu said "Ouch" and realized what her husband was going to do. Zhu was both ashamed and happy, and covered her clothes with a stinging voice, "Wait, wait for the evening?"

Lu Zhan said nothing and answered her with his actions.

...

It gradually became dark outside the window, as dark as thick ink.

Zhu breathed for a long time, lying in the brocade quilt and sleeping soundly, his cheeks flushed, as if he had the nectar of the Heavenly Palace, and he became much younger.

Lu Zhan looked quietly for a while, slowly lifted the quilt and covered the gauze tent. After putting on his clothes, Lu Zhan looked at his wife who was sleeping in the tent, and walked towards the door. The inner room was pitch black, and there was a light outside. The light was bright. The man suddenly picked up the curtain and his face was as deep as water, as if the King of Hell had just woken up.

Madam Lan and the maids were waiting in the yard. When she heard something inside, Madam Lan winked at the maids, signaling everyone to cheer up and be ready to serve the masters at any time. As soon as she withdrew her gaze, there was a tall figure at the door, standing there motionless. Madam Lan quickly glanced at her and didn't see anything, so she had to go up and ask, "Master, do you want to prepare meals?"

"Let's talk about it when my wife wakes up."

Lu Zhan's tone was faint. They were all old, but his wife's face was tender, so Lu Zhan could not call out "old lady".

Madam Lan nodded, "The old slave asked the kitchen to warm up first."

Faced with such thoughtfulness, Lu Zhan just smiled coldly, stepped out of the door with his long legs, and said without looking back: "You follow me."
Chapter completed!