Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 437 Peach Drunk
When I entered the house, I saw the table was filled with delicious food, with a pot of wine in the middle.

The two sat opposite each other. Zhao Wangshu poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Yun Hao, raised his glass and said, "I wish my husband a smooth career and a bright future."

Yun Hao raised his glass and gently clinked it with Zhao Wangshu's, making a crisp sound. "Thank you, Madam, for your kind words. May you and I be united in heart and live together till old age."

The two chatted and ate, and before they knew it, the pot of wine was empty.

Zhao Wangshu had a low alcohol tolerance. After only a few glasses of wine, he was already tipsy. His pretty face was flushed, and his eyes were moving, charming and attractive. "Lord Yun, what do you think of this wine?"

"This wine is clear, sweet and has a long aftertaste." Yun Hao exclaimed.

"Husband, can you help me come up with a name for this new wine?" Zhao Wangshu asked with a sweet smile.

Yun Hao put down the wine glass, his eyes fell on Zhao Wangshu's face that was as beautiful as peach blossoms. After thinking for a moment, he slowly said: "This wine is like you, pure and elegant, but with an indescribable charm. Why not call it 'Peach Drunk'?"

Peach is drunk, intoxicated.

Zhao Wangshu smiled sweetly and said, "What a nice name! My husband is really talented."

As the night deepens, the candlelight flickers in the house, adding a touch of mystery and romance to this warm evening.

The blush on Zhao Wangshu's face had not yet faded. She leaned in Yun Hao's arms. Yun Hao held her and whispered softly in her ear, "Madam, it's great to have you."

This night, the mandarin ducks danced neck to neck, and the emerald love cage was in love. The eyebrows were shyly gathered, and the red lips were warm and melting. The wrists were weak and lazy, and the delicate love bowed.

The next day, when Zhao Wangshu woke up, it was already bright and Yun Hao had already gone out.

Little Yunyu had already taken a bath and was patrolling the courtyard with unsteady steps. The wet nurse and the maid followed him, carefully protecting him.

Zhao Wangshu rang the bell and called the maid in.

"Ma'am, you're awake."

Zhao Wangshu nodded, "Yuer." His voice was hoarse.

"The young master is in good spirits today and had half a bowl of silver thread noodles in the morning." The maid replied respectfully.

Zhao Wangshu got out of bed, washed, changed his clothes, had breakfast, and then went to the yard to find Xiao Yunyu.

The sun was shining brightly, and little Yunyu was playing with his nanny on the grass in the back garden. His laughter was clear and melodious, like a string of silver bells.

When he saw Zhao Wangshu, his eyes lit up and he stumbled over, calling out in a baby voice, "Mom!"

Zhao Wangshu squatted down, opened her arms, and Xiao Yunyu threw herself into her arms.

"Is Yu'er well behaved today?" Zhao Wangshu asked softly.

"Be good." Xiao Yunyu said loudly.

After he learned to walk, his vocabulary began to increase, but only word by word.

"So good." Zhao Wangshu kissed Xiao Yunyu's cheek, then reached into his clothes and found that his back was sweating. "Bring me a clean towel."

The nurse immediately took out a soft white towel from the small basket next to her, helped Xiao Yunyu wipe the sweat off his back, and then took another towel to help him tidy up his back.

Zhao Wangshu took Xiao Yunyu to the pavilion, "Yu'er, do you want to hear a story?"

The little guy just learned to walk and was very interested in walking. He loved running around and never stopped for a moment. Zhao Wangshu used this method to make him sit still. Little Yunyu smacked his lips, and Zhao Wangshu smiled, "Mom is telling a story, do you want to listen?"

"Listen." Xiao Yunyu responded loudly again.

"Once upon a time, there lived a group of lambs in the mountains," Zhao Wangshu said. "These lambs played and ate grass happily in the mountains every day."

"Ahhh." Little Yunyu had the biggest reaction to eating.

Zhao Wangshu smiled, "Looks like you're hungry. Wash your hands and let's eat."

After washing the little guy's hands, the maid brought him milk cake and warm water. Zhao Wangshu let the little guy drink a few sips of water first, then stuffed a piece of milk cake into his hand and asked him to hold it in his hands and eat it.

Lan Fen came over with a visiting card, "Young Madam."

Zhao Wangshu took the visiting card and saw that it was Wu Lin'er again. A hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

She really wanted to refuse, but the emperor fell ill again and Prince Zuo was regent again. Although they had different positions and could not form an alliance, they did not openly break up with each other and had to pretend to be nice.

Besides, Wu Lin'er was a person who would not give up until she achieved her goal. Even if she refused this time, Wu Lin'er would probably send another visiting invitation in a few days.

"Write a reply and tell her that I am waiting for her to come." Zhao Wangshu said helplessly.

"Yes, Madam." Lan Fen took the note and stepped back.

Zhao Wangshu continued to tell his son a story, "One day a big bad wolf came and wanted to catch the lamb and eat it."

The next day, Wu Lin'er came as promised, and she brought a painting with her. "Madam Yun, Lin'er wants to become your disciple, and I'm not kidding. But Madam Yun has some reservations, and Lin'er can't force you. I made a painting, and I hope Madam Yun will give me some advice."

Having said that, she asked the maid to unfold the painting without caring whether Zhao Wangshu agreed or not.

Wu Lin'er painted a landscape painting. Her brushwork was immature, but it was obvious that she had a certain foundation.

"Madam Yun, this is a painting I made recently. I know my skills are limited, but I sincerely hope to seek your guidance." Wu Lin'er said respectfully.

Zhao Wangshu said, "Although Miss Wu's painting skills are a little immature, they already contain great potential. If Miss Wu really wants to learn painting, I can recommend you a few famous teachers whose painting skills are far superior to mine."

Wu Lin'er's face froze. She used the excuse of learning painting just to make friends with Zhao Wangshu. Not only did Zhao Wangshu not agree to her request to become his disciple, he also wanted to get rid of her by recommending a famous teacher.

Dissatisfaction rose instantly, but she didn't dare to show it. She suppressed it forcefully and tried to make herself look more sincere. "Madam Yun, Lin'er really admires your talent and wants to study with you, not just to learn painting."

"Miss Wu, I'm busy with trivial matters and I have to raise my son. I haven't been able to pick up a pen to paint for a long time. You won't learn anything by following me." Zhao Wangshu's refusal was still firm. Although her tone was gentle, her attitude was very clear.

"Madam Yun, Lin'er understands that you are busy, but I really want to be by your side and learn your way of dealing with people. This is far more important to me than learning to paint."

“Miss Wu, if you want to learn how to behave in society, you should look for those experienced noble ladies, such as the wife of Marquis Yongchang, or your mother. They have lived for decades and know more than I do. Miss Wu, you are seeking far away instead of near.” Zhao Wangshu picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

No matter what Wu Lin'er said, Zhao Wangshu always had a way to deal with her.

Wu Lin'er couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. This man was too difficult to deal with. But when she thought that this was the first task that Prince Zuo had given her to do, she had to cheer up and continue to negotiate with Zhao Wangshu.

"Madam Yun, Lin'er knows that you are busy with work, but you only need to give Lin'er some pointers occasionally in your free time."

"Miss Wu, it's not that I don't want to teach, it's just that I don't know how to teach. Miss Wu, you should ask for help from someone else." Zhao Wangshu put it more bluntly.