This painting is the one that Lord Wang hung in the outer study, and he has coveted it for a long time, but Lord Wang has always refused to cut his love, and even when he touches it, it seems that he wants to drop a piece of meat.

Now it's just sent so obediently - heh, it's really impermanent.

The next day, Liu Yiqing came with his wife as a guest.

and also brought two old hens that had been raised at home for five years, and specially explained that they wanted to kill the kitchen and make chicken soup for Zhang Xiandi.

Two days later, a few more black fish were sent, and he repeatedly emphasized that he had caught them himself, and he must let Zhang Xiandi try them.

In such a situation, Song thought of his treatment during confinement.

Needless to say, Lord Liu came to apologize every day and didn't say anything, but also went to the Ministry of Industry on time every day to wait for Zhang Luan to be on duty - walking halfway or pulling people to eat tea, or to buy snacks, the degree of diligence is better than when he abducted his son-in-law.

Cang Qianhu is not good at words, and mostly relies on sending things to express his heart.

can send things, it's not good to send them without a reason, and it seems too abrupt.

So, every festival, it is necessary to bring gifts to the door, and he must not be empty, so he makes Canglu go with his servants.

Because I felt that the festival was not enough, I simply didn't miss the solar terms.

After half a year, Zhang Meishou couldn't help but marvel - there were only unexpected festivals, and there was no gift missed by the uncle of the Cang family.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather began to get cooler day by day.

After dinner, Song rarely had a moment of leisure, so he asked the maid to move a chair to the courtyard and sit in the courtyard with her husband to admire the moon.

After the maids set up the melons, fruits, and tea, they retreated to the side with interest.

Zhang Luan made a poem about the moon, which made Song laugh out loud.

The husband and wife talked about family affairs for a while.

As she spoke, Song talked about her husband.

"I've seen that in the past six months, Lord Wang and them have been busy, and it's time for you to relax and change your face - everyone is sincerely apologizing, why do you keep holding it like this?" Song persuaded him.

"I didn't beg them to do this."

Zhang Luan leaned comfortably on the back of the chair and said in a relaxed tone.

Song glanced at her husband with disgust: "It's clear that I've already lost my temper, and I'm still pretending to be here." ”

Zhang Luan smiled and said, "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from Qin Niang, your discerning eyes." ”

He was indeed deflated.

But after thinking about it at the time, if he was too coaxed, he would inevitably be thought that he was too undignified, and he would be looked down upon again—as the saying goes, what is too easy to get is usually not cherished.

So, he decided to dry his friends again, especially the scheming liar Lord Wang.

But now that I'm hanging out, I can't help but enjoy this kind of life unconsciously under the breath in my heart.

Friends think about him everywhere, and when he encounters difficulties, he doesn't need to open his mouth, and several adults have already grabbed their heads in front;

And the words he said were even more beautiful, for fear of making him a little unhappy;

Not to mention those gifts that may not be valuable, but are always extra to his liking......

"Beware of the shelf that is too high, and you will not be able to go down the stairs when you turn around." Song explained bluntly: "Three days later, it will be the full moon banquet of the little grandson of Lord Liu's family, and I have prepared the ceremony, and you will go with me then." ”

Zhang Luan sighed, and was about to say something, but saw his wife sweep over with a cold eye.

I can only hurriedly say: "Okay, good, I'll just do it......"

Song withdrew his gaze.

That's pretty much it.

Recently, she has seen that her husband is about to be used to being used to problems by several adults, and if it continues like this, she is afraid that she will not be able to control it.

Or my mother-in-law is right, men must not get used to it.

Just now, she was good at talking and talking, but it didn't work, and she was honest after a cold look.

……

Three days later, Zhang Luan and his wife went to Liu's mansion together.

Zhang Meishou was also taken away, but as soon as he entered Liu's house, he was dragged by Liu Qingjin to the courtyard to talk.

"I haven't seen Sister Zhang for a few days, and Sister Zhang didn't come to look for me." Liu Qingjin said with a smile.

Since listening to Zhang Meishou's words in Kaiyuan Temple last year, she has never been to Zhang's house out of suspicion-

Since you have promised others, you must do it neatly, and it is not good to make him feel uneasy again.

But in this way, it became difficult for her to see Zhang Meishou.

There were so many invitations that sometimes she couldn't even find a name, and she was afraid that it would reach Zhang Qiuchi's ears and make him think more.

So, I just hoped that Zhang Meishou would take the initiative to come to the door to talk.

Zhang Meishou replied with a smile: "I was infected with a cold a few days ago, and I only got better in the past few days, so don't you come to look for Sister Liu today." ”

Liu Qingjin has a smooth and free temperament, very much like Mrs. Liu, and Zhang Meishou is indeed in love with her.

"It's been a bit cold at night lately, but you have to take care of yourself, and now it's all right, right?" Liu Qingjin's tone was concerned.

Hearing Zhang Meishou say "I've been cured", she took someone to the study to look at the paintings.

"It's just been done in the past few days, and Sister Lao Zhang has commented on one or two." Liu Qingjin spread out the painting on the bookcase.

She has been reading and painting all these years, originally because of Zhang Qiuchi, with a little bit of secret thoughts to her liking, but after a few years, she is really a little addicted to it.

Zhang Meishou carefully admired the landscape map in front of him, praised it, and said with a smile: "If Sister Liu has nothing to do, it is better to go out more often." Feel its form, understand its spirituality, and you can add more charm when you write. ”

"Sister Zhang ......is right," Liu Qingjin nodded and said: "My father also said that I have too much skill in painting, and I lack the spirit - everything has a spirit, I should go out and see more." ”

Zhang Meishou smiled.

In fact, painting is secondary.

Compared with the last time we met, the sister of the Liu family seems to have cleared up a little.

There are some things that are difficult to say and mention, so I use the way of painting to persuade two sentences.

Liu Qingjin rolled up the painting and asked with a smile: "By the way, there is a poetry meeting in the Qingping Museum in the south of the city in the day after tomorrow, can Sister Zhang go with me?" ”

Zhang Meishou thought that there was nothing to do, so he agreed.

This poetry meeting, it just so happened that she heard Brother Bo An mention it a few days ago, and Ah Lu also wanted to join in the fun.

When he went out that day, there was another Zhang Meiqing, Zhang Fuling, and Song Fuqi.

The group came to the Qingping Pavilion, and Liu Qingjin was already waiting there.

At this time, there were not many people, so the guys led Zhang Meishou and others to the second floor.

There is a private seat on the second floor, Zhang Meishou and Zhang Meiqing and Liu Qingjin sit together, and Wang Shouren and others sit at the adjacent table.

As the time for the start of the poetry meeting approached, the museum gradually became lively.

Ah Li stood beside Zhang Meishou and looked downstairs through the fence.

Her girl doesn't like to join in the excitement on weekdays, so this is the first time she has come back.

Ah Li's eyes wandered, and suddenly she saw a rather familiar figure in the hall downstairs.