Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 297 Volume
After the Hungry Ghost Festival, there were several autumn rains, and the weather gradually turned cooler. Zhao Cui suddenly contracted wind and cold. She took two doses of medicine, but her condition did not improve, but became more serious.

Zhao Wangshu went home for a visit and saw Ms. Zhao Cui lying on the bed. Her face was pale and her heart tightened. She quickly walked to the bed and called softly: "Grandma."

"Yue'er is back." Zhao Cui tried to sit up, but fell down weakly.

Zhao Wangshu hurriedly supported her and stuffed a pillow behind her, his eyes full of worry, "Grandma, why are you so sick?"

"Grandma is fine, don't worry." Mrs. Zhao Cui said with a smile.

Zhao Wangshu touched her cold hand and frowned, "Grandma, don't lie to me. Your condition is so serious, how can you be fine?"

Mrs. Zhao Cui looked at Zhao Wangshu's concerned eyes and said with a smile: "Yue'er, grandma is really fine. It's just that she is getting older and her health is not as good as before. Take some medicine and rest for a few days and she will be fine. "

Even though he said this, Zhao Wangshu still took her name card and invited the imperial doctor to come over and treat Zhao Cui.

The imperial doctor carefully diagnosed Zhao Cui's pulse and inquired in detail about her condition and medication. After the diagnosis, she said, "The old lady has always been in good health. This time she suddenly became seriously ill. It was just her old age, aging body, and the recent weather. The changes are erratic and are caused by a cold. As long as you take medicine on time and pay attention to rest and diet, I believe that the old lady’s condition will improve within a month.”

After hearing the words of the imperial doctor, Zhao Wangshu felt relieved, "I ask the imperial doctor to do his best to prescribe the best medicine for my grandma."

"Don't worry, madam. I will do my best to prescribe the most suitable prescription for the old lady." The imperial doctor replied respectfully.

"Thank you." Zhao Wangshu said sincerely.

After the imperial doctor prescribed the medicine, he explained in detail the precautions for decoction before leaving the Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Wangshu sent the imperial doctor away, and immediately ordered his servants to get the medicine according to the imperial doctor's instructions, and personally supervised the process of decoction to ensure that everything was done in accordance with the imperial doctor's instructions.

After Mrs. Zhao Cui took the medicine and fell asleep peacefully, Zhao Wangshu left. At the gate, she met Yun Hao who came to pick her up. "Madam, how is grandma?"

Zhao Wangshu sighed softly, "Ah Nai has taken the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor and is now sleeping peacefully. The imperial doctor said that as long as she takes the medicine on time and pays attention to her health, Grandma's body will gradually recover."

"That's good." Yun Hao went in to greet Zhao Li before taking Zhao Wangshu home.

In the next few days, Zhao Wangshu will return to the Zhao family to stay with Zhao Cui. Once the first volume of "Swordsman Chronicles" was released, it aroused enthusiastic responses from readers and became a hot seller in the city.

Zhao Wangshu's cover design is indispensable. His unique artistic perspective and profound painting skills make this book unique on the bookshelf and attract the attention of countless people.

The ups and downs of the plot in the book also make people talk about it.

In just half a month, the book was sold out. The shopkeeper of the bookstore came to see Zhao Wangshu, "Young madam, do you think this first volume will be printed again? I don't know when the next volume will be released?"

Zhao Wangshu put down the tea cup in his hand and nodded gently, "Since the sales are so popular, let's print another batch. This book is very long, and the middle volume will be released."

The shopkeeper of the bookstore rubbed his hands happily and said, "There are three volumes, upper, middle and lower. This is great. Madam, if you want to print the first volume, five thousand more copies, is it okay?"

"You make the decision on this." Zhao Wangshu had no involvement in sales.

"Young Madam, when will this middle volume be available for printing?" the shopkeeper asked.

"Don't worry, I will give it to you when the manuscript is finished." Zhao Wangshu said calmly.

"Yes, I'll go back and make arrangements now." The shopkeeper happily resigned.

Zhao Wangshu went to the study and painted the cover of the album. She chose a deeper regular script for the title of the middle volume, with a dignified font that reveals a sense of historical weight, like a stone tablet that has been baptized by the years.

Zhao Wangshu painted the background design more complexly, making clever use of color, light and shadow. In the center of the picture is a majestic old castle with towering walls and flying flags.

Around the castle, swordsmen were flying in the air or fighting fiercely on the ground. Their figures were intertwined with elements such as the castle, mountains, rivers, and lakes, forming a spectacular and layered picture.

This cover was also praised by Yun Hao, "What a wonderful pen, madam, your talent astounds me."

"Then do you think this cover is better than the one in the previous volume?" Zhao Wangshu asked.

Yun Hao pondered for a moment and then spoke slowly, "The two covers have their own merits. The cover of the first volume is elegant and grand, and the title in running script is like a dragon and snake dancing, full of heroic ambition. The cover of the middle volume is deeper, and the title in regular script is dignified. It’s grand. It’s hard to decide which one is better. I can only say that my wife’s painting skills are unparalleled in the world.”

"How can you say it so well? It's just a random drawing." Zhao Wangshu raised the corners of his lips and his eyes were as charming as silk.

Yun Hao looked at her charming appearance and smiled fondly: "Madam, you are too modest. In my eyes, every stroke and every stroke of yours is full of charm. This is by no means a casual painting. Comparable.”

Zhao Wangshu was so delighted with the praise that he was made to eat it thoroughly that night. The red marks on his neck could not be covered up with makeup.

Qin Youzi laughed and teased her, "The traces of makeup are so lazy that the green moth is so lazy. Her fragrant skin is soft with hops. She is pink and wet with sweat."

Zhao Wangshu pinched her slightly and said, "Your mouth is getting more and more unforgiving. If you make fun of me like this again, I will get angry."

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, why don't you stop if I don't say it?" Qin Youzi apologized with a playful smile, "I came here today to ask when the next volume of "Swordsman Chronicles" will be released?"

"It won't be printed until tomorrow. In about ten days, you will be able to see the middle volume."

"There is also the middle volume, oh, tell me the next development of the story." Qin Youzi asked.

"I don't know either. I didn't write these words."

Qin Youzi was disappointed, "Hey, I thought I could get a sneak peek."

"Don't be afraid of being late for good food, just be patient and wait." Zhao Wangshu said with a smile.

"We can only wait." Qin Youzi picked up a piece of pastry and ate it.

That afternoon, Hong Chang went to Lin Qian's house and brought back the manuscript of the middle volume, so that Zhao Wangshu could have a sneak peek.

The next day, Zhao Wangshu asked Hong Chang to send the manuscript to the bookstore, and asked the bookstore to print out the middle volume and put it on sale in the bookstore.

Only one day after the middle volume was put on the shelves, the shopkeeper of the bookshop came over excitedly and told Zhao Wangshu, "Young madam, the sales of the middle volume this time are even hotter than the previous volume! There was a long queue outside the store, and the storytellers in the teahouse and tavern were all talking about it. "Swordsman Chronicles".

"Very good." Zhao Wangshu looked at the account books presented by the shopkeeper and smiled with satisfaction. The bookstore finally started to make a profit.

Sorry, last Monday, my brother-in-law called to tell me that my mother-in-law was dying and asked us to go back quickly. After returning home, my mother-in-law's condition got better. We didn't dare to say that this might be a comeback, but we only hoped that she would really recover. But on Tuesday afternoon, she died anyway. In rural areas, it is not like three days in the city, but five days for horoscope calculation.

Moreover, I still followed ancient rituals and had to wear sackcloth, mourning and mourning every day. Perhaps it was because I was too hard and tired. My left ear started to bleed, which frightened my husband. I was not allowed to stay up late or kneel in mourning. I didn’t even send my mother-in-law up the mountain so I could recover.

No updates for a week, I'm sorry.