The death of the sixth elder brother is not the saddest, but it is definitely the most distressing, just imagine, a prince who is about to become an adult, suddenly left like this, which is a lot of psychological pressure for any person.

Especially for Concubine De, who is a mother, it is almost an unbearable heavy blow, but there is no way, she has asked everyone in the elder brother's office, and investigated all the things that happened to her sixth elder brother during that time, it is indeed as others say, her sixth elder brother is too strong, so that she is so sad to go.

Concubine De felt that the reason why her sixth elder brother died must be inseparable from Concubine Yi's ninth elder brother, but she also knew that although she was a concubine, because of her background, she was never able to get the dignity she deserved like other concubines.

Pressing down on her hatred, Concubine De began to think of a way to calculate in her heart, and suddenly, she thought of what Yinyu said in the Jinluan Palace, and a hideous smile appeared on her face.

On the other side, Sang Zi didn't know that she had been remembered, only to see that there was a nine-meter-long easel in front of her, gently pinching the brush in her hand, and swaying the picture scroll she wanted to depict.

And not far from her, there are a few little girls, wearing a refreshing moire-colored skirt, are following Shu Ya to practice the kung fu of her legs and feet, occasionally when they look up, look at the woman who is painting, they have to sigh, such a stunning woman, really live up to her name of 'Demon Concubine of the Disaster Country'.

"The master's painting skills are becoming more and more exquisite. ”

Zhihua couldn't help but say a word, looking at the master who was painting with burning eyes, and there was a sense of pride in his heart.

Zhiqi turned his head and looked at her proudly: "Of course, our master's painting skills are definitely at the level of grandmasters, otherwise, those people outside would not give our master the title of 'Kui Niangniang'." ”

"It's just flattery from outsiders. You can take it seriously, too. Sang Zi gently changed a brush, and then added some other paints, and then continued to paint.

Zhiqi pouted, and looked at the master who was painting disapprovingly: "Master." Even if it is flattery, it may be recognized by so many people, which shows that the master has such ability, not to mention, it is still what you said. To be too modest is to be proud!"

"Well, then Hongu will admit that he is good at painting. Sang Zi smiled.

And at this time, Yinyu, who had just walked in, heard his mother's words, and smiled at the moment: "Eniang, your painting is already good, but you have never admitted it." As he spoke, Yinyu stood on the picture of flowers drawn by his mother, and sighed in his heart, those vulgar bouquets. was painted like this by his own mother, and it really has a different taste.

"You kid, you don't know how to be modest, you must know that 'there are people outside the people, there are mountains outside the mountains', even if you are really a good person in painting, you can't be complacent. Sang Zi looked at his son seriously and preached, then saw Yin'o next to him, and smiled: "Xiao Shi is here, it just so happens that Eniang asked people to prepare black chicken soup, you can drink some while it's hot." He said. said a word to Zhiqi, and let the two of them sit down.

"Eniang, in such a hot weather, why did you make people prepare black chicken soup?" Looking at the hot black chicken soup that came up, I couldn't help but ask.

As a result, he got a slap from Yinyu: "Drink your soup, don't talk nonsense." Yinyu's face was a little hot, his tenth brother was really stupid enough, is such a word suitable to ask in front of a woman?

Really. When Yin'o heard this, his face turned red, and he looked at the black chicken soup on the table, and became more and more overwhelmed.

Because of the sudden death of his sixth brother, his own Eniang gave them a few, books on health, and even a lot of books about women's need for taboos were placed in it.

Among them, what he remembered most clearly was the function of this black chicken soup, but he really didn't think of these things, and now he was knocked on the head by his ninth brother, and he really didn't complain at all.

Yin'o looked up: "E-niang, Yin's Russia really didn't expect it." After saying that, the red cheeks quickly lowered his head, and he cursed in his heart that he was too stupid.

When Sang Zi heard this sentence that wanted to cover up, he couldn't help laughing, and handed the brush in his hand to Zhiqin, and Zhiqi next to him hurriedly brought over a basin of water and cleaned his hands in the basin.

At this time, Zhishu had already given Sang Zi a bowl of soup and handed it to her, stirring the soup in the jade bowl slightly, Sang Zi looked at his two sons: "Now is the time for you to grow your body, and you can't drink as indiscriminately as before in the future, even if you get to a happy event, you should drink as little as possible." ”

"E-niang rest assured, my son knows. Yin Yu replied, and when he spoke, he didn't forget to make a grimace, which made Sang Zi laugh.

Yin'o next to him heard his ninth brother's words, and quickly nodded, if there was no news of his sixth brother's sudden death, he wouldn't care too much about drinking more and drinking less, but after this happened, who would dare to drink so much without taking care of it?

Now not to mention Yin, Russia, Yinyu and others, even the other second brothers don't dare to drink at will, for fear that one day they will be like their sixth brother (sixth brother), and suddenly go like this.

Sang Zi saw that her two children were really obedient, and a smile appeared on her face, she knew that her children were obedient children, but according to their identity, it was impossible not to drink, and as soon as her eyes turned, Sang Zi looked at them: "Since you all know these truths, then Eniang will not nag with you, but now you are all the elder brothers who have opened the mansion, and if you don't have any good wine in your hands, it is not in line with your identity." ”

Speaking of this, Sang Zi paused and looked at them lovingly: "It just so happens that E-Niang brewed a lot of wine before entering the palace, and later, you will go to your Guo Luo Luo Ma Fa, and let you Guo Luo Luo Ma Fa send someone to send those drinks to your house, so that you don't have to buy them again." ”

"Eniang, when you didn't enter the palace, you still made your own wine?" asked Yinyu with some curiosity.

Zhiqi looked at his ninth elder brother and replied proudly: "Of course, when the master did not enter the palace, he brewed a lot of wine, ensuring that no one outside tasted it." ”

This is indeed a fact, when Sangzi was in the flower garden, he specially brewed a lot of petal wine and other wines, even if these wines were brewed outside, I am afraid that there is no mellow aroma and heaviness brewed by Sangzi.

Yin Yu looked at Eniang who lowered his head and slowly tasted the soup, and suddenly felt that there was a taste of happiness in his heart, his Eniang was still telling the two brothers to drink less, at this time, he began to worry that there was no good wine in his house, which was really contradictory, but he knew that his Eniang really loved them.

Yinyu, who was smiling with a happy face, slowly lowered his head and tasted the soup in his hand, and occasionally looked up at his mother, the smile was too stupid, even Yin'ou, a slow-headed person, felt that his ninth brother was really hopeless.

However, thinking that his E-Niang even took into account such a trivial matter as drinking for them, he really felt very happy, and this feeling of being cared for by his E-Niang made his heart warm. (To be continued.) )