Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 306 Birth
When the couple arrived at Zhao's house, Mrs. Zhao Cui saw Yun Hao, and her eyes showed deep relief: "It will be good to come back, it will be good to come back."

She knew very well what happened to the three princes in Jiangling, and the whole family was worried, fearing that something bad might happen to Yun Hao as well.

"Grandma, I'm sorry for making you worry." Yun Hao bowed respectfully.

Mrs. Zhao Cui smiled and said, "Seeing that you are safe and sound makes our whole family feel relieved."

Yun Hao picked up a gift box and handed it to Zhao Cui with both hands: "Grandma, this is a gift specially selected for you."

Mrs. Zhao Cui opened the gift box, and what she saw was a box of crystal-clear and round pearls, which were dazzling and valuable. "You kid, why do you spend so much money?"

Yun Hao smiled and shook his head: "As long as you like it, everything is worth it."

He not only brought gifts to Mrs. Zhao Cui, but also carefully prepared gifts for Mrs. Zhao Li.

Mrs. Zhao Li has always valued her son-in-law, and she smiled from ear to ear after receiving the gift.

At early noon, Zhao Cheng came back from the Yamen and talked secretly with Yun Hao in the study for a long time.

Yun Hao leaned into her ear and teased softly: "I will definitely work harder tonight for my husband."

Zhao Wangshu curled his lips and said, "What else can I do? It's just to induce birth."

Yun Hao smiled softly and said, "Don't be angry. It's human nature for grandma and grandma to give birth. They both hope that we will have a baby soon."

Back home, Zhao Wangshu took Yun Hao to the study to draw the cover of the second volume of "Swordsman Chronicles", "Let's draw one each to see who's a better painter."

Yun Hao smiled slightly: "Some matters in the court." He did not go into details, but asked her: "What did grandma and grandma tell you?"

Zhao Wangshu clenched his fist and punched him a few times: "Didn't you work hard enough last night? My waist is still sore now."

Zhao Wangshu leaned on his shoulder: "I'm not angry. I also want to give birth, but I'm not pregnant yet."

Yun Hao held her little fist: "Madam, what you said is wrong. My husband is extremely talented."

"It will happen, we are not in a hurry." Yun Hao kissed her hand.

The two of them were immersed in the painting, and they did not stop until dusk, the light in the room dimmed, and the maid came in to light the lamp.

Zhao Wangshu's painting style has always been famous for its delicate and vivid colors. In her paintings, there are mountains and rivers, dotted with knights in brocade. They hold long swords and have firm eyes, as if they are ready to draw their swords at any time. Fight for justice and faith.

This scene made Zhao Wangshu curious. On the way home, she couldn't help but ask Yun Hao: "What on earth did you and Dad talk about?"

"Yun Hao, what do you think of my painting?" Zhao Wangshu pointed at the painting he had just completed with an expectant smile on his face.

The two of them sat in the study, each spread out rice paper, and began to conceive of the picture.

Yun Hao's painting style is simple and elegant, focusing on smooth lines and profound artistic conception.

Yun Hao walked over and watched it carefully, "Madam, your painting skills are getting better and better."

Yun Hao smiled and nodded, "Okay, then let's each show our talents."

Zhao Wangshu raised his leg and kicked him lightly: "Don't do this, be more serious."

What he painted was a bamboo forest under the moonlight night. The moonlight casts mottled light and shadow through the bamboo leaves. A male swordsman and a female swordsman danced with swords under the moonlight. Their movements were light and elegant, as if they were dancing under the moonlight. Under the light, it dances with the wind, the moon, and the bamboo, creating a peaceful and mysterious atmosphere.

Then he spat at him: "Be careful not to grind the iron pestle into a needle."

After hearing Yun Hao's compliment, Zhao Wangshu smiled happily and said, "Let me see yours."

"Why draw two swordsmen, one male and one female?" Zhao Wangshu asked.

"Travelling in the world, if you have a close person to accompany you and face the ups and downs of the world together, it will be the greatest blessing in life." Yun Hao reached out and took her into his arms, "It's like we can depend on each other and never be separated." Night fell. , the lights in the house were soft, and the two of them cuddled together, enjoying the tranquility and warmth.

It was Hong Chang who broke the silence, "Master, Madam, dinner is ready."

The couple held hands and went to the east room to have dinner.

At night, when Yun Hao saw Zhao Wangshu yawning nonstop and feeling sleepy, he didn't bother her, hugged her and said softly: "Go to sleep."

Zhao Wangshu was surprised, "You don't work hard anymore?"

"We have a long way to go." Yun Hao paused, "Do you still want it, madam? Then for husband."

"Sleep, sleep." Zhao Wangshu turned around and ignored him.

Yun Hao smiled slightly, tucked her in, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

When Zhao Wangshu woke up the next day, Yun Hao had already gone to the Yamen as an errand. He was able to take a day off yesterday because the emperor was merciful.

After Zhao Wangshu had breakfast and took care of the housework, the shopkeeper of the bookstore came.

She handed the two cover pictures to him, "This picture of sword fighting under the moon will be the big cover of the whole volume, and this one will be the cover of the next volume."

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Young Madam, these two pictures of yours are really exquisite, especially the one of swordsmanship under the moon. It is simply a lifelike work."

Zhao Wangshu smiled and shook his head, "This painting was not made by me, but by the young master."

"It turned out to be a painting by the young master. No wonder it is so majestic and charming." The shopkeeper took the cover picture and carefully put it into the wooden box he carried with him.

"The bookstore can launch a batch of bookmarks. Anyone who purchases the upper, middle and lower volumes can get a bookmark for free." Zhao Wangshu handed the shopkeeper another booklet with various bookmarks drawn on it, "These patterns, I drew them all with my own hands, you just follow the instructions above.”

The shopkeeper took the booklet and marveled, "The young lady is really versatile. She can both write books and draw bookmarks. It's really admirable."

"The bookmark is made of gilt copper and silver, which can be regarded as giving back to the readers." Zhao Wangshu continued.

"That's a good idea. Don't worry, young lady. I'll go back to the bookstore and start preparing these things immediately." The shopkeeper saluted respectfully.

"Go and do your work." Zhao Wangshu dismissed the shopkeeper and went to the study to conceive the content of the next storybook.

In the afternoon, Zhao Wangshu took a nap, and Lady Qiao brought back a message, "Prince Xianli's Mansion is offering a reward to find a famous doctor to cure Prince Xianli's leg."

Zhao Wangshu was not surprised. If Prince Xianli wanted to be the emperor, he had to heal his legs. No emperor was lame.

Among the three princes, Prince Bao was unscathed. Although Prince Zuo suffered from amnesia, the loss of his memory for several years had little impact on him. On the contrary, Prince Xianli's leg injury was the worst thing.

"How much silver is the reward?" Hong Chang asked curiously.

Lady Qiao stretched out her hand and Luzhi guessed: "Five thousand taels?"

"It's fifty thousand taels." Lady Qiao replied.

"So much money!" Hong Chang's eyes widened in surprise.

"No matter how much money you have, you can't earn it." Luzhi said with a smile.

Hong Chang pouted, "Prince Xianli is really rich."

"What you said, can the prince have no money?" Luzhi stuffed the insoles to her, "Don't think about it, just pay for the insoles. You've been paying for them for a month."

Hong Chang stuck out her tongue at her, Zhao Wangshu chuckled and shook his head, picked up the storybook and flipped through it.