In the Zhang family's mansion, Mrs. Chen was lying on the bed, with a towel on her forehead, sighing from time to time, and a little maid gently rubbed her temples for Chen.

Inside and outside the house, the sound of the maids moving was as soft as possible, and the third lady Wang and her second daughter-in-law waited cautiously aside.

She was also distressed when she lost her grandson, but Mrs. Tai was old, and she couldn't afford to get sick when she heard that the child was lost, so she had to endure the distress and go to Mrs. Tai to fulfill her filial piety.

The child was the eldest son's first child, and the eldest daughter-in-law had been crying in that house for the past few days, and now she is also lying in bed and cannot afford to be sick.

In the past few days, the family has exploded, and the two sick numbers of the old and the young have made her very busy, and the anxiety in her heart has only been five days, Wang's face is dark, and there is a faint sign of inadequacy.

Now she was sitting in Mrs. Tai's room, listening to Mrs. Tai's sighs from time to time, and Wang felt that her heart was being rubbed one by one, and she was about to tremble from time to time.

If this child can't be found again, if Mrs. Tai has three longs and two shorts in this house because of this matter, she still doesn't know how to explain to the master, even if the master copes with it here, she can't escape the blame from the second master's side.

Thinking of this, Wang Shiqiang cheered up, and was just about to say the comforting words that had been repeated many times, when he saw his eldest maid pull the curtain from the lotus and walk towards him.

Conghe has been with himself for almost ten years, and his temperament is the most cautious and meticulous, and today he is helping to take care of things in Wang's house, and suddenly came to find it at this time, and Wang knows that there must be something important that she can't decide.

Therefore, Wang suppressed the words in his mouth and watched Conghe walk towards him.

Although the movement from the lotus foot was light but fast, he walked in front of Wang in three or two steps, lightly touched Wang's ear, whispered, and then took out a painting from the cuff.

Wang opened the painting, only glanced at it, and then stood up from the chair, with a look of excitement on his face, which attracted the curiosity of his second daughter-in-law Liu Shi to her.

Although Mrs. Tai knew that there was another person in the house, but at this time she was full of thoughts about her great-grandson, and any other movement could not arouse her interest in the slightest, so she did not see Wang's expression and movements, and still lay on the bed, sighing for a long time.

Wang suppressed his excitement and blessed his body to Mrs. Tai who was lying on the bed, and said.

"Mother, the daughter-in-law suddenly remembered that there were still important matters that had not been dealt with, so let Wanhuai accompany you first, and the daughter-in-law retired first, and came to you later to pay respects."

Wanhuai is the name of Wang's second daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Tai, who was lying on the bed, didn't want to say a word, only raised her hand slightly, and waved it casually to answer her words.

Wang didn't say much, and quickly walked out of the house under Wan Huai's slightly curious gaze.

After leaving the house, counting that he could no longer hear his words in the house, Wang asked in a suppressed voice.

"What about the person who sent the painting? Why didn't you tell the lord first? ”

Conghe followed closely behind Wang, and although his steps were fast, the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"The messenger is the porter Sun Er's family, saying that the person gave this painting, and saying that only when he sees Mrs. Tai is willing to say the origin of this painting, plus today the master went out to Lord Zhao's mansion and has not come back, Sun Er's family did not dare to send this thing directly to Mrs. Tai's eyes, so I found you here first, let you get an idea first."

Wang's feet don't stop.

"Where is this person now, take me to see it first."

"I received the portrait, and I have ordered someone to take this person to the guest hall, and I want to come on the way at this time."

The living room that Conghe said at this time refers to the side hall in the courtyard of the Wang family, which is not the main hall of the Zhang family.

Hearing that this person had gone to the guest hall, Wang stopped speaking and walked towards his courtyard.

When Wang walked to the guest hall, the person who delivered the painting had not yet arrived, and waited for a while, only to see a person from the garden outside the hall through the embroidered screen embroidered with the good news of spring, and a person came from afar under the guidance of the subordinates.

Although the face is not clear, but only look at the person dressed as a scholar, slender figure, although it is an ordinary cloth dress, but he has his own calm bearing, walking between not slow, nor looking around, only looking at the front with smug eyes, that appearance is not like an ordinary poor disciple.

Although it was the first time to see this person, just from the appearance, Wang had already had a good impression in his heart.

The person who sent the painting was naturally Qinghuan, she didn't know the people of the Zhang family, and she only relied on her own mouth to ask to see Mrs. Zhang's wife, but she didn't have to think about it, so she drew a picture in advance.

The painting on the painting is naturally the missing great-grandson of the Zhang family.

The painting was only sent in for a while, and someone came to lead Qing Huan to the inner courtyard, which was also expected by Qing Huan, and he didn't say much at the moment and followed the person into the inner house.

This Zhang family house is also extremely gorgeous and elegant, but Qing Huan is from the richest man in Hangzhou's Hua family, plus those parks and attractions in the previous life, there is no less shopping, what kind of house has not been seen, so I don't feel anything surprised when I enter this Zhang family, and she has other things to do this time, and she has no heart to pay attention to the scenery, just thinking about what she wants to say for a while.

Unexpectedly, her behavior, which was extremely natural to her, had become a calm and calm demeanor in the eyes of others.

In this era, information technology is extremely underdeveloped, and what most people have seen and heard in their lives is only one acre and three points in front of them.

Qing Huan followed the maid to the door of the guest hall, looked at the guest hall, and saw a plaque of "Yiran Hall" hanging on the door in front of him, three rosewood carved chairs and two coffee tables on both sides of the hall, the furniture was not painted, and only used tung oil to wipe it a hundred times to maintain the color of the wood, which looked antique.

There was a wide screen in front of the room with a good spring report, and there was a faint figure behind the screen, Qing Huan only glanced at it, and knew that he was one of the hostesses of the Zhang family, so he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it again.

The Dachang Dynasty's male and female defense was much more relaxed than that of the Ming and Qing dynasties known to Qing Huan, so he was a strange man to enter the inner courtyard, but after all, he was deeply influenced by Confucianism, and the concept of the difference between men and women was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

A woman like the Zhang family, even if she looks at it through the screen, she is abrupt.

Qing Huan lowered his head, but he was a little strange in his heart, he clearly said that he would only say the origin of the painting when he saw Mrs. Tai, although he only glanced at it in a hurry at this time, Qing Huan could also see that the woman behind the screen, the wheelless figure or the dress was not the appearance of the old man.

The person has arrived at Zhang's house, no matter who comes, at this time it is already chasing ducks on the shelves, although it is different from what he expected, he can only slowly plot.

Qing Huan arched his hand according to the impression of the reader.

"Xiaosheng Gu Yunpei, I've seen this lady."