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Chen Wu hurriedly greeted her father with a happy look on her face.

When he walked into the inner hall, Chen Wu found a gentle man wearing a dark blue round necklace standing beside his father. The man looked about the same age as her father, about thirty or forty years old, with deep eyes, handsome and handsome, very calm and elegant, and was even more beautiful than his father. Chen Wu thought he was a guest, so she smiled and asked Shen Zhongqin, "Dad, who is this?"

Shen Zhongqin looked unhappy, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable. Seeing that his father refused to say it, Chen Wu muttered strangely. She thought to herself: Dad has always been kind to others. Now she went to Wuzhou and brought a man back. If it weren't for Dad's friend, how could he take him home? But if it were a friend, how could Dad have such an attitude?

Chen Wu was a little confused, and her wonderful eyes were full of doubts.

The man in the green robe looked at the little girl in a pink and white dress and wearing a double hanging bun. Seeing that her eyebrows and eyes were soft, her facial features were delicate, her hair was black and red, and her bright eyes were full of charm and beauty. She looked like an elder and said with a smile: "You are Amian, right?"

Chen Wu was more and more stunned, her eyes wide open. Obviously, she didn't expect that this person knew him, and she called her nickname. Chen Wu was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said, "Yes. You are..."

Just as he was worried, he saw Han wearing gilded flower-shaped beads and wearing lotus-colored lotus silk pipa collar, walked in. Han had black hair combed into a pair of hairy hair and looked at the fairy bun, and he was wearing treasure-shaped cloud-headed brocade shoes. He was rich and graceful, and was extremely beautiful. As soon as he came in, he was full of bright light and could not move away from him.

Her pair of peach blossom eyes were stained with an uncontrollable joy. She first glanced at her husband Shen Zhongqin, and then looked at the man beside Shen Zhongqin, and said in surprise and joy: "Second brother?"

Chen Wu was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that the person in front of her was Han Mingyuan, whom she had never met before.

Han Mingyuan is the most famous painter in Daqi.

At the age of seventeen, she was hailed as the number one painter of the Great Qi Dynasty. She was successful at a young age. Even Emperor Jiayuan praised him very much and specially treated wise men to promote him to the number one painter of the palace. Unfortunately, her second uncle was a arrogant and unruly person. She actually refused the reward from Emperor Jiayuan. Since then, she has traveled all over the country and never returned to Yancheng again.

Whenever I hear my mother talk about this second uncle, Chen Wu looks admiring.

Among the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she likes painting the most. But since her mother teared her paintings that time, she rarely touched paintings again. She has seen countless works of the painter of Daqi, but her second uncle's paintings are grand and have a sense of extraordinaryness. At first glance, she has a feeling of admiration in her heart, which makes her suddenly feel admiration. Logically speaking, she is the niece of the second uncle, so she is naturally close to the water, but she has no chance to meet her second uncle.

Chen Wu's bright eyes were filled with water, obviously excited and happy, and she rarely called Han Mingyuan sweetly: "Second uncle."

Han Mingyuan looked at the little girl with a draped bun in front of him and wore beautiful beads. The smile on the corners of his mouth was even more intense. His niece's eyebrows were very similar to her mother, but she looked more smiling than her mother when she was a child. In addition, her mother was a famous talented woman in Yancheng. She was forced to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. Where can she compare to his niece's love with her parents?

Besides, her mother would definitely not be willing to let her daughter follow her footsteps, so she would not be too strict with her daughter.

"I haven't seen you for more than ten years, Amian is so old." Han Mingyuan sighed, and suddenly sighed. Twelve years ago, he returned to Yancheng once and happened to meet Amian's full moon wine. At that time, he saw Xiu Ning's son and daughter, the husband and wife were harmonious, and his life was so happy that he felt relieved. He had only been there for three days and went out again.

Chen Wu said in surprise again: "Have you seen me?"

When the husband came back, he brought back his brother who had not seen him for more than ten years. Han was in a particularly good mood. With a beautiful face and a smile, he turned his head to Chen Wu and said, "Isn't that? Your second uncle came back at that time and just happened to meet your full moon mat. Your second uncle even hugged you. Did you think it was a coincidence?"

Han looked at the increasingly calm and introverted second brother in front of him, and glanced at his daughter again, and couldn't help but curl up again.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years passed, and her daughter also grew into a graceful and graceful girl.

Chen Wu's eyes were bright. Looking at his second uncle who was so proud, he always felt that he had a respectable spirit. After all, he had traveled to many mountains and rivers and visited many neighboring countries. His background and knowledge were naturally different, and the temperament exuded was different from others. Chen Wu originally regarded this second uncle as a worshiper. When he saw the real person today, he was very happy, and even Shen Zhongqin next to him ignored it.

Shen Zhongqin looked at the pearl in his hand and only had others in his eyes, and a sense of dissatisfaction arose in his heart.

...He is her father.

But he knew that Han Mingyuan was the painter his daughter admired the most, so he didn't say anything, just looked at his wife with gentle eyes. After three months of not seeing each other, his wife seemed to have lost weight, and he felt very distressed. Although the second wife was not in charge of the matter, his son and daughter-in-law were not worry-free, and he probably felt a lot of worry about his wife.

Han also looked at his husband. After only three months of age, he became dark and thinner. I don’t know if he had any food and clothing outside. Han seemed to have thousands of words in his belly. Who told her that this husband never took care of him? After all, the servant who followed him was a man, so he was not as careful as she usually did.

But she couldn't say anything if her brother was present.

Chen Wu naturally noticed the affection between her parents. On weekdays, only a few days after her father went out, but when he came back, they were inseparable from each other. This time he went there for three months, and his father must have been thinking about his mother. Chen Wu said to Han Mingyuan: "Second uncle, Amian wants to hear you talk about the customs and cultures you have seen over the years. It is said that the customs in some places are very interesting. Let's go to the yard for a walk."

How could Han Mingyuan not know what Chen Wu was thinking, and he only said that he was Shen Zhongqin's daughter, thinking about his father everywhere. He remembered that when he first saw this niece, he was only one month old and gave birth to a small one, so he didn't dare to hug him hard. However, this little girl has loved to laugh since she was a child, probably because of this. Although she hadn't seen her for more than ten years, she also felt a sense of intimacy at this moment.

Han Mingyuan nodded and walked out of the inner hall with Chen Wu.

Seeing his daughter and Han Mingyuan chatting very well, Shen Zhongqin frowned and said with a sour tone: "His father is back, why don't he care, but he is looking at outsiders instead?"

This daughter has to eat jealousy, and Han was a little amused. She knew that her husband had always loved her daughter and could not stand her close to other men, so she joked, "Amian is thirteen. What should I do if I get married for two years?"

As soon as these words were finished, Shen Zhongqin became a little worried.

Yes, when my daughter grows up, it’s time to find a good husband’s family. Shen Zhongqin thought about it and felt so painful. He refused to say anything to such a precious daughter, but... how could a daughter not get married when she grows up? Shen Zhongqin looked at her daughter’s slender back and frowned and said, “It’s time to think carefully. Can’t we Amian marry us casually?”

Han said angrily and said dissatisfiedly: "Your baby daughter." This daughter is also her heart.

Thinking of something, Shen Zhongqin said: "I think that Rong Chen's child is good, and he is good at treating Amian, if so..."

"It depends on whether others can look at it." Han sighed and frowned slightly, "We have hidden our daughter like treasures over the years. People outside thought that our daughter was ordinary and even a concubine could not compare to her." Her sister was thinking about her divineness in her heart. Even if Rong Chen's child is good, it is still the order of her parents.

Moreover, her daughter was born so well that they wanted to marry her, but she didn't want to give her.

Shen Zhongqin frowned and said, "Xiu Ning, I will bring him here this time, and I have a plan in my heart."

After twenty years of husband and wife, how did Han not know what her husband was thinking? She said: "I have indeed felt ashamed of Amian over the years. If the second brother is willing to teach Amian to learn painting personally, it would be Amian's blessing..." She knew the gap between her husband and her second brother, and now that the second brother is willing to come back with him, she knew that her husband had lost his face. He loved his daughter. As long as he was a father, he was willing to do anything for his daughter.

Thinking of this, Han felt a little sour, but more of it was happy. What else could Han Xiuning want to ask for in such a husband who loves his wife and daughter?

Only the couple were left in the inner hall. Shen Zhongqin also missed his wife, so he couldn't help but hold his wife's hand and said, "Xiu Ning, we..."

Han suddenly blushed, but he still didn't pull his hand back. He just lowered his eyes and whispered: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and the second master of the second master of the Duke's Mansion was like a young man. He knew nothing about it. He had to worry about it for most of the night, which made her sweat. During the day, she didn't say anything, but he blushed first.

Han felt laughing when he thought about it.

But before she knew it, twenty years had passed, and he still cared for herself as much as she used to be, which made her particularly happy. She was not a vain woman, and she did not ask for her husband's great achievements. She just wanted to live a life of harmony with her husband and beauty. Seeing her children's happiness, she was already satisfied.

Shen Zhongqin looked at his wife's beautiful cheeks and thought about the lovesickness of the past three months, and couldn't help feeling itchy. But when he thought of Han Mingyuan, he was still a little uncomfortable. He knew that he shouldn't be too stingy. After all, his wife had been married to him for twenty years and had a son and a daughter. He should no longer be worried about the past.

But how could he not mind?

This Han Mingyuan is not her second brother after all.

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Chen Wu and Han Mingyuan walked to the corridor of mailing hands. When they heard that the second uncle was specially invited by his father to teach her to draw, Chen Wu was very happy and said, "Really? My second uncle really wants it?" No one knows that Mr. Han is hard to find, even if he can't buy it, even if he is a thousand gold coins. Those who want to be his students flock to him, but he can't even find this figure, so where can he become a disciple?

Han Mingyuan looked at the delicate little girl beside him, nodded, and smiled and said, "I heard from your father that you have been very talented since you were a child..." Finally, he said, "Touch out your hand and let me see."

Look at your hands?

Chen Wu thought about it and then reached out her hand obediently.

Han Mingyuan lowered his head and looked at the little girl's slender jade hands that were not stained with cardamom. These ten fingers were as tender as green onions, which were indescribable and delicate. But all the girls in this wealthy family had no fingers to touch the spring water. It was common for these hands to be so white and tender. However, Chen Wu's hands were slender and well-proportioned, which made people unable to move their eyes.

Although he was a niece, if he became her husband, he should have looked like a husband. Seeing that the girl's hands were so perfect, he could not help but praise: "These hands should be used for painting in nature."

No wonder he hates him so much like Shen Zhongqin, but he still politely invites him back to Yancheng. I think it would be a pity if his niece didn't learn painting.

but……

Han Mingyuan said: "Although this hand is good, I should test your qualifications as usual."
Chapter completed!