Chapter 16 is what to plot

Hearing the portrait of his mother, Lin Yan immediately nodded with tears, he had never seen his biological mother since he was born, and said that he didn't want to miss it, it was just pretending to be strong.

After receiving an affirmative reply, the old lady motioned for Zhang Xing's family to go to her bedside and secretly take out a carved lacquer box, open it with her own hands, and take out a well-preserved silk painting.

As it slowly spreads out, a woman in red with bright eyes and bright teeth smiling like the moon and the breeze leaps onto the paper.

The eyebrows are atmospheric and bright, riding a white horse, raising the whip and galloping in the bright spring light, and the trance is as bright as the sun, which makes people's mood unconsciously follow the flying.

Sure enough, she is a woman with a captivating posture, and the whole painting is very vivid, showing the girl's agility and vigorous heroism to the fullest.

Su Fu compared the two in her heart, the mother and son are indeed seven or eight points similar, but their temperaments are very different, one is chic and the other is depressed.

Just one glance at Su Fu has a great impression of this long-rumored Mrs. Wang, and it is indeed rare to see such a wanton life in ancient times when there were many constraints on women.

And her temperament is bright, she is by no means like that kind of narrow-minded person, how can she be depressed to death because of her husband's luck?

Anyway, she doesn't believe it, unless it's postpartum depression that modern people often say, it's still a little possible.

Lin Yan looked at the portrait of his mother greedily, his eyes revealing all kinds of complex emotions, happy, sad, regretful, and nostalgic......

After a long time, he reluctantly looked away, looked at his grandmother and pleaded, "Can you give this painting to your grandson for safekeeping?" ”

The old lady touched his hair lovingly, "It was originally yours, and I will only help you take care of it for a few years." ”

"Thank you, grandmother."

Lin Yan couldn't help but smile, there were still tears in his eyes.

Carefully rolled up the silk painting again, and held the carved lacquer box in his arms like a baby, reluctant to let go.

"Your mother actually loves you very much, the only thing she can't let go of before she dies is the child who was born not long ago, she asked me to raise you personally."

The old lady's deep words, like a key, finally opened Lin Yan's tear ducts, and the tears that had been brewing for a long time crawled all over his face silently.

The stubborn appearance of wanting to cry out loud but trying his best to endure it deeply touched Su Fu's heart.

At this moment, Bi Yuan, who was guarding outside, came in to report that the eldest lady had sent someone over to help the eldest young master move things, and was now waiting for a reply.

Lin Yan hurriedly stabilized his emotions, and Su Fu was already busy cleaning his face with a dry handkerchief.

"Grandmother, I'll go over and have a look."

I cried and my nose was slightly red, but it was even more distressing.

"Go ahead, Huanxue will also go over and take care of it, don't let that person break things in a hairy way."

The old lady also accompanied the sad one, and her spirit was slightly weak, but she still tried her best to help him, and said to Zhang Xingjia's instructions.

"Yan'er's grandmother doesn't have to deal with it, he has a short manpower over there, you and Feng'er, Gu'er follow, and then transfer a few more people who are close to you from here."

These are the old lady's henchmen, after all, he is only ten years old, even if he leaves Rong Xitang, he must be placed within his sphere of influence, and no one will have a chance to take advantage of it.

"Grandmother."

Lin Yan called out in a hoarse voice, his eyes were full of attachment, but he didn't want to provoke his grandmother anymore, so he forced himself to turn around and leave.

The small east wing of Rongxi Hall carries too many memories of Lin Yan's childhood, which used to be his paradise, blocking all the ups and downs of the outside world.

Now, as he grows up, he has to learn to face everything on his own.

With Huanxue in command, Su Fu didn't worry about anything else, but just silently followed Lin Yan. When you are sad, knowing that someone is by your side is also somewhat comforting.

Lin Yan looked at it with a lonely expression, always holding the carved lacquer box in his hand, carefully caring for it.

Seeing that there were people coming and going here, Su Fu was worried that he would bump into him, and he was also afraid that he would be more unhappy when he saw things and thoughts, so he persuaded softly.

"Young Master, it's very chaotic here, why don't we find a secluded place to sit and wait for them to be settled."

Lin Yan nodded, smiled reluctantly, and followed her out of Rongxi Hall, and the two of them followed the flower path to a shady stone pavilion in the southwest corner.

At this time, the sun is scorching in the afternoon, and on the old locust tree overhead, only a summer cicada flutters its wings and chirps.

The two sat quietly opposite each other, each with their own thoughts, and let the time pass quietly.

Some scars, no matter how intimate they are, can only be licked by themselves, allowing the years to slowly smooth them out.

Half an afternoon had passed away, and Sov estimated that the time was almost up, and then spoke.

"Let's listen to Hexuan later."

"Okay."

Lin Yan nodded and smiled, and it could be seen that his mood had stabilized much more, and he had returned to his usual calm.

"You keep this painting for me."

Su Fu raised her head in amazement, she couldn't believe that Lin Yan would trust her so much, and solemnly entrust him with his cherished picture scroll.

"Okay, I'll take care of it."

is a plain sentence, but it is also her promise that she will not live up to his trust.

The two came to Tinghexuan under the blazing sun, the people had already cleaned up, Lin Yan's room was arranged to the right room, and Wang Jingzhi lived in the main house.

Listen to the lotus Xuan on both sides of the water, by the railing is a pool of slim blue lotus, the house in the Xuan is made of blue-gray stone, elegant and pleasant.

This is obviously a place to cool off, the cool breeze is cool, and the heat just now is very pleasant.

If there was no annoying third prince, living here in the hot eternal summer would be a happy life.

Su Fu found a safe place to put the carved lacquer box away, and was busy cleaning up Lin Yan's room again.

There are many things that are put away according to his usual habits, so that he will not feel unfamiliar because of the change of place.

The main house was quiet, there was no one to see, Su Fu was a little curious, and asked Zhang Xing's family to know that the prince had gone out with someone and was not here.

Thinking of coming to him as a noble son from the capital, he must also be calling slaves and maids around him, and he came to Mingzhou, and no matter what his purpose is, at least he has to have a good time.

Lin Yan was also tidying up in front of the bookshelf, although those subordinates put the books neatly, but they were illiterate, and the order was all out of order.

Re-categorization is also a big project, anyway, I have nothing to do, so I will organize it myself.

Sov was busy for a long time, and everything was sorted out, so she came to help him.

"Tell me about the red clothes, what kind of heart does this Wang Jingzhi have?"

Suddenly, Lin Yan put down the book in his hand and asked thoughtfully.

After thinking about it, Su Fu cautiously analyzed, "It's hard to say, but I always think it's for you, otherwise he wouldn't be guilty of surrendering his identity and being an uncle, obviously he just wants to have something to do with you." ”

"yes, I thought so too."

Lin Yan shook his head in confusion, "But why?" My little son of the prefect, what is there for him to plot? ”