Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 296 Zhongyuan
Lin Qian's writing style is quite good, and his description is more in line with the characteristics of this era. It makes people immersed in it and is as fascinating as the original work.

Zhao Wangshu arranged for people in the bookstore to print the book she named "Swordsman Chronicles".

While Zhao Wangshu was busy with the bookshop, the people arranged by Yao Shanzhi found out that the person who pretended to be Master Liu and asked the girl to come to Zhixiang Pavilion to cause trouble was Uncle Tianhe.

Yao Shanzhi came and asked Zhao Wangshu, "Yue'er, do you have a clan sister who is the wife of Tianhe Bo's son?"

Zhao Wangshu nodded, "Yes, but her life in Tianhe Uncle's Mansion was not very satisfactory."

Yao Shanzhi asked: "Why do you think Uncle Tianhe did this? He didn't open a cosmetics shop."

"Have you forgotten that the eldest daughter of Tianhe Bo's Mansion is in the palace and has given birth to the tenth prince? Tianhe Bo's move can be said to kill two birds with one stone." Zhao Wangshu said.

Yao Shanzhi snorted coldly, "He thinks we are fools. Will we fall for such a simple plan?"

Zhao Wangshu smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter whether you are fooled or not. Tianhe Bo dares to scheme against us, so we should give him some reward."

"This is natural, otherwise, he would think that we are easy to bully." A cold light flashed in Yao Shanzhi's eyes, "Yue'er, you are busy with your business. I have nothing to do, so I will go and settle the score with him."

"You're not planning to rush into Tianhe's Mansion and kill him, are you?" Zhao Wangshu grabbed her.

"Am I such a brainless person?" Yao Shanzhi glared at her with a pouted mouth.

Zhao Wangshu let go and said, "I was wrong. Lord County Lord, please forgive me this time."

Yao Shanzhi stretched out three fingers, "You owe me three meals, don't forget it."

"Don't worry, remember it." Zhao Wangshu sent her out with a smile, then went into the study to draw the cover of "Swordsman Chronicles".

The title of the book was written in her elegant running script, with sharp strokes, as if every stroke could cut through time and space and reach people's hearts.

The background of the cover was cleverly designed by her to look like a landscape painting, with clouds and mist lingering and steep mountain peaks. Several figures could be vaguely seen in it, either flying over eaves and walking over walls, or walking with swords in hand. They were exactly the swordsmen described in the book.

In the evening, when Yun Hao came back, Zhao Wangshu showed him the painting as if he were offering a treasure, "How does it feel? Give me some advice."

Yun Hao looked at his wife who was smiling beautifully, stretched out his hands to hold her on his lap and sat down, "This cover painting is both elegant and grand, which completely fits the artistic conception of "Swordsman Chronicles". The title of the book in running script is like a dragon. The snakes dance, as if you can hear the heroic ambitions of the swordsmen walking in the rivers and lakes. "

"Is it really that good?" Zhao Wangshu's eyes flashed and his smile was as bright as a flower.

Yun Hao smiled and nodded, with a fond smile on his lips, "Of course, Wang Shu's painting skills are unparalleled in the world."

"I'm so happy you praised him." Zhao Wangshu held his face, kissed him twice, and kissed him twice.

"Are you hungry?" Yun Hao asked.

Zhao Wangshu shook his head, "I'm not hungry."

"As long as you're not hungry, I'm hungry." Yun Hao picked her up and went to the bedroom.

"When you're hungry, let's pass on dinner." Zhao Wangshu squirmed in his arms, "Where are you going to take me? Put me down quickly."

"Madam, you provoked me first, I want to eat you first, and then have dinner." Yun Hao's attitude was firm.

"I didn't provoke you." Zhao Wangshu pouted, and she kissed him twice. How could she arouse his passion?

Yun Hao put the person on the bed and started eating with concentration.

Zhao Wangshu closed his eyes, immersed himself in the passionate kiss, and let him sink in.

After the clouds stopped and the rain dispersed, Zhao Wangshu leaned in his arms, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling the warmth of being hugged tightly by him, and was content. After hugging each other for a while, Zhao Wangshu nudged Yun Hao and said, "I'm hungry."

"Let's have dinner." Yun Hao took the bellyband and helped her put it on.

The two got dressed and walked out of the bedroom hand in hand. Dinner was already set on the table in the outer room.

"Drink a bowl of soup first. Your throat is a bit hoarse." Yun Hao sat down, filled a bowl of hot soup, and placed it in front of Zhao Wangshu.

Zhao Wangshu glared at him, who made her voice hoarse?

After dinner, Yun Hao took Zhao Wangshu out for a walk. Zhao Wangshu looked up at the moon and said, "It's fifteenth tomorrow. I wonder if mother can make it back?"

Mrs. Yun has been going to Sansheng Temple for many days. Two days ago, Zhao Wangshu sent someone to invite her. Mrs. Yun did not explicitly say that she would come back, nor did she say that she would not come back.

"Follow her." Yun Hao said coldly.

When Yun Hao was young, Mrs. Yun went to a nunnery to do some spiritual cultivation, which caused indelible harm to Yun Hao. This also caused the mother and son to never be close to each other again.

"Yun Hao, no matter what happens, I will be by your side to accompany you." Zhao Wangshu held his hand.

"Yes." Yun Hao held her hand tightly and felt the warmth in her palm, and the irritability in his heart calmed down a little.

The moonlight is like water, the evening breeze is like poetry, and the two figures intertwined into a beautiful picture under the moonlight.

The next day, July 15th, was the Ghost Festival.

The Ghost Festival is an important festival for worshiping ancestors and the souls of the dead. Every household will place offerings in front of the home, burn incense and candles, and pray for the blessing and peace of the ancestors and the souls of the dead.

Uncle Anyuan's Mansion was no exception. The servants in the mansion were busy decorating the altar and placing various offerings and incense candles.

In the evening, as dusk fell, Yun Hao and Zhao Wangshu changed into plain clothes and came out of the house, preparing to burn paper as a sacrifice.

But just when they were about to kneel down and salute at the altar, Hong Chang suddenly said: "Young Master, Young Madam, Madam's carriage."

Yun Hao and Zhao Wangshu exchanged salutes, looked back, and saw a carriage slowly driving towards this side surrounded by guards.

The carriage stopped, and Mrs. Yun got off the carriage and saw Yun Hao and Zhao Wangshu standing in front of the altar, "Sorry, I'm late."

"It's not too late, it hasn't started yet." Zhao Wangshu walked over and saluted respectfully, "My daughter-in-law has met her mother."

Yun Hao stood still and asked in a cold tone: "Why did you come back suddenly?"

Mrs. Yun helped Zhao Wangshu up, "Today is the Ghost Festival, how can I not come back?"

"So what about the Ghost Festival? It's not the first time you didn't come back in time." Yun Hao sneered.

Mrs. Yun's expression froze and she didn't want to face her son. She took Zhao Wangshu's hand and said, "Wangshu, you have worked hard these days."

Zhao Wangshu shook his head, "My daughter-in-law is not working hard, but mother, you are tired from traveling all the way, so you should go back to your house to rest for a while."

"No, I've already rested in the carriage. Let's make a sacrifice." Mrs. Yun walked to the altar, picked up the incense candle, lit it, bowed respectfully to the ancestors and the dead souls three times, and inserted the incense candle into the incense burner. .

Zhao Wangshu tugged on Yun Hao's sleeve, "Mom is coming back soon, so don't be angry."

"I'm not angry." Yun Hao took her to the case and offered incense and sacrifice.

The family of three picked up the paper money and threw it into the brazier one by one, praying for the peace of their ancestors and the souls of the dead.