Now, decades have passed, and Yan Huan has become the official of Jinzi Guanglu Dafu.

The Dayuan Dynasty has always valued literature and over military affairs. His third-rank civil servant still has some status in the court, and he belongs to the civil servants and has a unique faction.

But in the eyes of those royal relatives and nobles, third-rank officials are nothing special.

But then again, if you are a senior official, you will be a conspicuous little seventh-rank sesame official, and there are a few flattering people around you, let alone these third-rank court officials.

Chen Huazhu is a painter who came from other places to celebrate the birthday of the old lady of the family.

There are often wine masters, painters and tea masters in the house, but there are very few who can really enjoy the eyes of the words.

Chen Huazhu can barely enter the house.

He is good at painting characters. Yun Jiao has seen the portraits he painted for his grandmother, which are indeed vivid and realistic, as if they were real people in the painting.

Seeing that Yan Huan was indeed somewhat inferior to ordinary people in painting, and was able to please the old lady, he stayed in the mansion.

Later, he made a portrait of the second girl of the house, Yun Jiao's second sister. When he heard that Jack Yun loved the portrait, he hung it in his boudoir before he could dry it. When the ladies who were interacting with her met, they were all amazed and envious.

Chen Huazhu's talent gradually spread, and more and more people came to him to draw portraits. Now he is a prosperous person in the imperial capital.

Yun Jiao had seen him accidentally, and she vaguely remembered that he looked in his twenties, with a thin figure, and a bit elegant and romantic look on her face. At that time, she still felt that her appearance was not humiliating her name.

She didn't know much about it next to her.

Yun Jiao thought for a moment, but still felt confused and confused: "Then Chen Huazhu, I have no intersection with him, why did he do this? And why did you obey his instructions?"

Hibiscus stirred his hands together, stuttering his head, his voice as small as a mosquito.

Jianjia seemed to remember something: "Muji, I remember it. He had asked you before, about after you got sick in the first half of the year?"

When Muhibiscus almost lost her life during that serious illness, Jianjia naturally remembered it very clearly.

Mu Jin felt that the string that had been tense in her heart instantly broke under Jianjia's words. She could no longer hold it back and covered her face and cried bitterly, and then she explained the reason in detail.

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

Although he had the talent for painting, he had never read books. The ignorant person was naturally not able to gain any big shot in this world where reading was glorious. He kept Yan Huan in the mansion, but never took it seriously.

However, he couldn't look down on Yan Huan, but in the eyes of the maids and servants in the mansion, he was a figure. Over time, he became very familiar with the servants.

That evening, Mu Ji went to the garden to move some swallowtail incense back in her spare time. At the door of the ear room where the garden was piled with miscellaneous items, she heard a vague voice from inside, but the door was locked well outside.

The hibiscus was so scared that it was haunted, but the setting sun was still there, why did ghosts and monsters come out to make trouble without waiting for the darkness?

She listened with her ears and seemed to be no sound again, so she plucked up the crack in the door and looked inside.

Although it is near dusk, fortunately, the house is surrounded by the west window and there is plenty of light.

There was a man standing in front of the shabby square table in the room with his back to the door, and he was busy with his hands, as if he was writing and drawing.

Mu Ji looked at the familiar figure of the back, and thought for a while before recognizing it. This was Chen Huazhu, a painter in the mansion.

Looking at the position of the diamond window inside, leaning against a woman in white, Hibiscus thought for a moment, then realized that the painter was painting for this woman.

Because Chen Huazhu blocked his sight, Mu Ji could not see the woman's appearance, so she tiptoed to one window, dipped her fingers in saliva, lit a look on the window paper, leaned over and took a look, and was shocked. The person sitting by the window was the close maid in front of the second girl.

When Mu Ji saw it clearly, she felt even more strange. When Chen Huazhu was intimate with her, she never heard of when he had painted her paintings for her.

Besides, the painter is specially painted for the old lady, so the maid is not qualified.

These two people hid here and were secretly hiding, and this matter was not worthy of being told by outsiders.

She glanced at her and raised her feet and quietly stepped back. The second girl was the eldest daughter of the eldest wife and had always been arrogant. Naturally, the eldest maid in front of her was not easy to mess with.

The ninth girl likes quietness and always stays in the courtyard. She turns a blind eye to the outside world. She also reminds them that she will walk around when she meets the people from other courtyards. She will not have any conflicts with them unless she has to.

Therefore, Chen Huazhu, which is familiar to everyone in the mansion, has to think about it before it can be recognized.

"What did you see in a sneaky way?"

A sharp female voice suddenly came from behind.

Mu Jin was tiptoing back, afraid that the two people in the ear room would notice it, but she did not expect someone to come behind her. She was sniffed by the sound, and her legs were weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Looking back, the person coming was the second girl and another big maid Gu Yu in front of her.

"Guyu," Muhibi was calmed down, and she cried in her heart, and she reluctantly smiled: "My girl asked me to come and have a look. There are suitable swallowtail fragrances in this garden, so you can move two plants back."

At this time, due to Gu Yu's shout, the two people in the ear room were also alarmed.

Chen Huazhu opened the window and saw the two of them without saying anything.

"Is there a swallowtail incense in this warehouse?" Gu Yu snorted coldly, without saying anything, stepped forward and grabbed her wrist: "What can you see outside this window? Since you are so curious, just follow me in and see clearly."

"No, no need," Mu Jin twisted her arm and tried to break free from her hand: "You let me go, I have to go back. Miss Nine will definitely come to me if you don't see me later."

"So what if I'm looking for it? Am I still afraid that she won't do it?" Gu Yu was not afraid at all and forced her to go to the door.

Although Mu Ji is not short, she is slender. Gu Yu is older than her and has grown a lot. Naturally, Mu Ji is no match for her and was dragged to the door by the yellow door.

Guyu grabbed Mu Jin's skirt with one hand, opened the door lock with the other, and pushed Mu Jin in.

Mu Ji wanted to escape, but unexpectedly, she was waiting by the door at the Spring Equinox. When they came in, the door closed heavily.

"Let me go out, I'm just passing by. What do you guys pull me in for?" Mu Jin was scared and tried hard to pull back his skirt.

"Passing by?" Gu Yu said a word without giving up on her: "You hid by the window and peeped around. When you saw our affairs, you still wanted to leave?"

"Speak well if you have something to do, don't argue, Guyu, please let her go first." The man's gentle voice rang.

Guyu snorted coldly and shook Mu Ji's hand away.

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

She had never been so close to a man, and she was panicked and she saw the painting on the square table.
Chapter completed!