Now that decades have passed, Yan Huan has been promoted to Dr. Jin Ziguanglu.

The Dayuan Dynasty has always emphasized literature over military force, and he, a civil servant of the third grade, still has some status in the court, and belongs to the clear stream of civil officials and has his own faction.

But in the eyes of those royal relatives and nobles, the third-grade officials are nothing to worry about.

But then again, the official is a small seven-grade sesame official, and there are a few flatterers around him, not to mention this three-grade court official.

Chen Huazhu is the painter who was specially found from other places to make birthday paintings for the old lady of the family.

In the house, there are often all kinds of wine masters, painters, and tea masters, but there are very few who can really get into the eyes.

Chen Huazhu can barely enter the door of the house.

He is good at drawing people, Yun Jiao has seen the portrait he painted for his grandmother, it is indeed vivid, realistic as if a real person is in the painting.

Seeing that Yan Huan was indeed a little inferior to ordinary people in painting, and that he could please the old lady, he stayed in the house.

Later, he made a portrait of Yun Jiao, the second sister of Yun Jiao, and heard that Yun Yan couldn't put down the portrait, so she hung it in her boudoir without waiting for it to dry.

Chen Huazhu's talent gradually spread, and more and more people looked for him to paint portraits.

Yun Jiao had also seen him unintentionally, and vaguely remembered that he looked like he was in his twenties, with a thin figure, and a bit of elegance and grace on his face.

On the side, she didn't know much.

Yun Jiao thought for a moment, but still felt confused: "That Chen Huazhu, I have no intersection with him, why did he do this?" And why do you have to listen to him? ”

Hibiscus stirred his hands together, hung his head and snorted, his voice as small as a mosquito.

Pu Jia seemed to think of something: "Hibiscus, I remember, he looked for you before, about after you got sick in the first half of the year?" ”

In that serious illness, Hibiscus almost lost his life, and Pu Jia naturally remembered it very clearly.

Mu Hibiscus only felt that the strings that had been tight in her heart broke in an instant under Pu Jia's words, she couldn't hold back any longer, hid her face and cried bitterly, and then explained the reason in detail.

At that time, Chen Huazhu was still an unknown person in the house.

Although he has a talent for painting, he has never read a book, and an illiterate person, in this world where reading is the glory of the world, naturally cannot be on the big stage, and Yan Huan raised him in the house, but never put it in his eyes.

However, Yan Huan can't look down on him, but in the eyes of the maidservants in the house, he is also a character, and over time, he is very familiar with the people.

That evening, Hibiscus took advantage of his leisure time to go to the garden to move some swallowtail incense, and at the door of the ear room where the garden was piled with miscellaneous items, he heard a faint voice from inside, but the door was well locked.

The hibiscus was frightened, it was haunted, but the sun was still slanting outside, why didn't the ghost come out to make waves without waiting for dark?

When she listened attentively, it seemed that there was no sound, so she mustered up her courage and leaned over to the crack in the door and looked in.

Although it was nearly dusk, fortunately, the house was facing the west window, and the light was abundant.

Inside, a man stood with his back to the door in front of the old square table in the middle of the room, his hands busy, as if he were writing and drawing.

Mu Hibiscus looked at this back shadow and looked familiar, and after thinking for a while, he recognized that this was Chen Huazhu, a painter in Fuzhong.

Looking at the position next to the rhombus window, there was a woman in white leaning, and Mu Hibiscus thought for a moment, and then realized that the painter was painting for this woman.

Because the Chen Huazhu blocked the view, Mu Hibiscus couldn't see the woman's appearance, so he tiptoed to the side of the window, dipped his saliva with his fingers, and clicked on the window paper.

Mu Hibiscus saw it clearly, and felt even more strange in his heart, hearing that Chen Huazhu was friendly to his subordinates, but he had never heard of when he had painted for his subordinates.

Besides, the painter is specially designed to paint the old lady, how can the maid have this qualification.

These two people are hiding here, sneaking around, and this matter is not an outsider.

She glanced at it twice and then raised her feet and quietly stepped back, the second girl is the eldest daughter of the long house, she has always been arrogant, and the eldest maid in front of her is naturally not easy to mess with.

The nine girls are happy and quiet, they have always stayed in the courtyard, they have not heard about the affairs outside the hospital, and they have also told them in detail, and when they see people from other courtyards walking around, they must not quarrel with them unless they have to.

It is a bamboo painting that everyone in the house is familiar with, and the hibiscus has to think about it before it can be recognized.

"What did you sneak into, what did you see?"

A sharp female voice suddenly came from behind him.

Mu Hibiscus was tiptoeing back, for fear of being noticed by the two people in the ear room, but he didn't expect someone to come behind him, and he was slammed by the voice, and his legs were weak and he almost sat down on the ground.

Looking back, the person who came was Gu Yu, another big maid in front of the second girl.

"Gu Yu," Mu Hibiscus calmed down, secretly screamed in his heart, and reluctantly pulled out a smile: "My girl asked me to take a look, there is a suitable swallowtail in this garden, so I can move two plants back." ”

At this time, because of Gu Yu's shouting, the two people in the ear room were also alarmed.

Chen Huazhu pushed open the window and saw the two of them, but he didn't speak.

"There's a swallowtail in this utility room?" Gu Yu snorted coldly, couldn't help but say, stepped forward and grabbed her wrist: "What can you see outside this window?" Since you are so curious, you simply let me go in and take a look. ”

"No, no need," Mu Hibiscus twisted her arm to break free of her hand: "You let go of me, I have to go back, the ninth girl will definitely find me if she doesn't see me for a while." ”

"What about finding it? I'm still afraid that she won't make it? Gu Yu was not afraid, and pulled her to the door.

Although the hibiscus is not short, she is slender, Gu Yu is older than her, and she has already grown, and the hibiscus is naturally not her opponent, and she was dragged to the door by the raw pull.

Gu Yu dragged Hibiscus's skirt with one hand, unlocked the door with the other, and pushed Hibiscus in.

The hibiscus wanted to escape, but the spring equinox waited by the door, and when he saw them enter, the door closed heavily.

"Let me out, I'm just passing by, what are you pulling me in!" Hibiscus was scared and struggled to pull back her skirt.

"Passing by?" Gu Yu didn't spare her for half a sentence: "You hid by the window and peeped, saw what happened to us, and wanted to leave?" ”

"If you have something to say, don't argue, Gu Yu, you let her go first." The man's gentle voice rang out.

Gu Yu snorted coldly and shook off Mu Hibiscus's hand.

Mu Hibiscus raised her eyes gratefully, and saw Chen Huazhu smiling at her.

She had never been so close to a man, and in a panic, she quickly lowered her eyes and saw the painting on the square table.