Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 97 Sending Paintings
  Laba is a day of celebration, and every household happily eats Laba porridge, but the sudden war report from the border is like a basin of cold water, dousing the joy in an instant.

The content of the battle report was not detailed, only a few words, but it was enough to shock the entire court.

The enemy suddenly invaded, and the border was in a hurry. He requested the court to send troops to support immediately.

The emperor urgently summoned his courtiers to discuss countermeasures.

In the court, the civil and military officials were discussing a lot. Some people advocated peace talks, while others advocated sending troops immediately.

This incident did not have much impact on Zhao Wangshu, and his life went on as usual, but it still had a big impact on people who love to hold banquets.

If there is a war, it is not easy to hold large banquets. The business of jewelry stores and clothing stores has been affected.

On the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhao Li hosted a banquet for Zhou Xu's family. Zhao Li reminded Zhou Xu, "What if cousin Xu Shi wants to take Danyang back and make random promises to others?"

"I raised Danyang, he can't take it away." Zhou Xu said angrily.

"You are the aunt and he is the biological father. If he wants to take someone away, you can't stop him. Why don't we adopt Danyang to you? It won't be that easy for cousin Xu Shi to go back to Danyang."

Mrs. Zhou Xu was thoughtful, and Mrs. Zhao Li asked tentatively: "You don't want to adopt an adopted daughter, but do you want her to be your daughter-in-law?"

"I don't worry about her marrying into someone else's family without the support of her mother's family," Ms. Zhou Xu said.

"If you adopt her, you are her mother, and the Zhou family is her mother's family, so you can support her."

Ms. Zhou Xu was startled and slapped her forehead, "It's too late."

"You have to discuss the adoption with your cousin-in-law." Zhao Li reminded.

Zhou Xu smiled, "I know."

On the other side, Xu Danyang saw Zhao Wangshu's paintings, a total of twelve paintings, depicting twelve months of flowers.

Xu Danyang was filled with admiration. Although she didn't understand painting, she could feel the vitality and aura in every painting.

She especially likes a painting, which depicts daffodils in the twelfth lunar month, fresh and refined, like fairies emerging from the earth.

Seeing Xu Danyang looking at the painting intently, Zhao Wangshu asked with a smile: "Do you like this painting?"

Xu Danyang nodded: "This painting is really beautiful. You painted it really well."

Zhao Wangshu smiled slightly: "If you like, I can give it to you."

Xu Danyang was a little surprised: "Send it to me?"

"I'll give it to you if you don't mind."

Xu Danyang felt warm in her heart, "Sister Shu, thank you, I will cherish it."

When he returned to Zhou's house in the afternoon, Xu Danyang hung the painting in the room and cut a piece of cloth, "I want to make clothes for Sister Shu."

Friendship is like this, giving each other gifts, and becomes deeper and deeper day by day.

On the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, the family returned to Zhuangzi to celebrate the New Year. They asked the bodyguards for their opinions and left two to look after the house while the others escorted the Zhao family back to Zhuangzi.

When he woke up in the morning, Zhao Wangshu's eyelids kept twitching, "Mrs. Buckwheat, is it the left eye that's dancing or the right eye?"

"As the old saying goes, the left eye jumps to wealth, and the right eye jumps to disaster. Girl, which eye jumps to you?"

"Right eye." Zhao Wangshu pursed his lips and said.

"I remember it wrong. The left eye jumps to bring disaster, and the right eye jumps to wealth." Lady Qiao immediately changed her mind.

Zhao Wangshu chuckled, "Then what if I say it's the left eye that jumps?"

Lady Qiao was stunned and said with a smile: "That means I remembered it wrong again. The left eye is for wealth and the right eye is for misfortune."

"Hahaha..." Zhao Wangshu was amused by her and laughed. The family had breakfast and set off back to Zhuangzi. Zhao Wangshu was sitting in the carriage, feeling uneasy and feeling an ominous premonition.

"Yue'er, don't keep raising the curtains. Isn't it cold when the cold wind blows in?" Zhao Li asked.

"Grandma." Zhao Wangshu walked into Mrs. Zhao Cui's arms.

"Where do you feel uncomfortable? Let Grandma take a look." Mrs. Zhao Cui touched her forehead and then her own forehead, "It's not hot."

Zhao Wangshu buried his head in Mrs. Zhao Cui's arms and said in a sullen voice: "Grandma, I'm scared. I'm afraid that people from the mansion will take action on the road."

Although the mansion had not harmed anyone for so many days, she did not believe that the mansion would let their family go so easily.

"Don't be afraid, there are bodyguards, they will protect us." Mrs. Zhao Cui patted her back gently, her eyes full of worry.

Afraid of frightening Zhao Wangshu, Zhao Cui concealed it. Zhao Cheng and Zhao Yin had already encountered three waves of ruffians. But, with the Feng Ji Army in the city, where did they come from so many ruffians?

Although I knew it was the person who was bribed by the mansion, I couldn't find any conclusive evidence to convict the person from the mansion.

Suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves, and then the carriage stopped, and the voices of bodyguards came from outside, "Who are you? Why are you blocking the way?"

"Which government are you from?" the person blocking the road asked.

Zhao Wangshu sat up, stretched out his hand to lift a corner of the curtain and looked outside, only to see a group of men in fine clothes riding horses blocking the middle of the road.

Each of them had a fierce look in their eyes, and it was obvious that they were coming with bad intentions.

Mrs. Zhao Cui's expression changed. In the past, the gangsters her children and grandchildren met were easy to deal with. Now these people are obviously well-trained. She can't help but regret it. She should have brought more bodyguards.

She is old and will die when she dies, but her grandchildren and granddaughters are still young.

"We are from the Cui Mansion." Mrs. Zhao Cui hoped to get away with it.

"Cui Mansion?" The leader sneered, "Do you think I'm blind? I might as well tell you that someone ordered water."

Who is the one who touches the water is ready to be revealed.

The leader waved his hand, and his men raised their weapons and tried to move forward to surround the carriage.

The bodyguards approached him with knives, and the two groups started fighting.

Hong Chang got off the carriage behind and ran over, "Girl, don't be afraid. Even if I die, I will protect you."

"Hong Chang, you have no weapons, retreat to the back quickly." Zhao Wangshu shouted.

"Girl, I have weapons." Hong Chang raised the fire stick in her hand.

Zhao Wangshu didn't care to say anything more and watched the increasingly fierce battle in front of the carriage nervously. Although the bodyguards were not weak in skill, the opponents were numerous and powerful.

The bodyguards had little chance of winning against them.

Mrs. Zhao Li covered Zhao Wangshu's eyes, not wanting her to see the bloody scene.

"Yue'er, you know how to ride a horse. You and your brother will untie the horses from the two carriages behind and ride back to the city to ask for help." Zhao Cui said immediately and decisively.

"Grandma, let's ride together." Zhao Wangshu said as he took off Zhao Li's hand.

Mrs. Zhao Cui shook her head, "You ride your horses and go quickly. Grandma won't hold you back. Go quickly and don't let Grandma say it a second time."

"Grandma, Grandma, please be careful, I will find someone to rescue you as soon as possible." Zhao Wangshu jumped out of the carriage and ran to the carriage behind, "Brother, get out of the car quickly, we will ride back to the city to ask for help. .”

When Zhao Yin heard this, he immediately jumped out of the carriage. The brother and sister quickly untied the horses from the carriage, got on their horses, and galloped towards the city.

Walking against the wind, the wind was as cold as a knife, but the brother and sister were not afraid at all. They urged their horses to run as fast as they could, hoping that they would be able to find someone in time to ask for help.

(End of this chapter)