108 ways to die for supporting characters

Chapter 132: One marriage is higher than the other 8
The old lady was used to taking a nap, so after dinner, the young couple returned to their own yard.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, Wen Xiangyan took Ning Yan's hand and went to the study. On the desk was a half-finished portrait he had painted.

Ning Yan took a closer look and found that the person in the portrait was herself, and the clothes she was wearing should be the ones Ning Wanrong wore on her wedding day.

"You are good at drawing."

Wen Xiangyan was happy to be praised by his wife, but he didn't show it on his face. "A few days before the wedding, you didn't allow me to go to see you. I missed you so much that I drew you in the study. From now on, I will draw a portrait of you every month, and then use the portraits to cover the whole house."

"Then should I also draw a portrait of you every month?"

Wen Xiangyan was deeply tempted. The Xuanwu Continent valued martial arts more than literature, and most children were born to strengthen their muscles and bones. If conditions permitted, they would learn to read and learn combat strategies. Only those with extremely good conditions would learn painting, piano, chess, etc., which they would never use.

Of course, he also hoped that his wife could be like him and paint a portrait of him whenever she missed him.

"Yes, if you don't know how to draw, your husband can teach you."

Ning Yan picked up the brush on the table and, using the style of a cartoon, described on paper everything that happened between the two of them from their first meeting to their wedding day.

Wen Xiangyan's expression changed from shock at first, to appreciation later, and then to blushing when he saw her drawing the wedding night. Ning Yan couldn't help but draw a lewd expression on his face with a brush, "What are you thinking about? Your face is as red as a monkey's butt?"

Wen Xiangyan's expression did not change, but his hands moved very quickly, and he put away the pictures. "I will keep these pictures from now on. If they are seen by others or spread out, it will have a bad impact."

The pictures drawn by my lady are so realistic that they must not be seen by anyone.

He can only keep it for his own enjoyment.

Ning Yan: "Husband, I can draw these pictures more clearly, do you want to see them?"

Wen Xiangyan stopped moving his hands, stared at Ning Yan's expression, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

Ning Yan laughed so hard that her body shook. "Then I'll draw it for my husband later, but he has to make something for me."

Since a brush cannot be used to draw a sketch, a pencil must be used. Fortunately, she has someone under her command and she also knows the materials needed. She gave the order and the things were delivered the next afternoon.

Ning Yan was not one to fool people, she drew a sketch of the man as soon as she got the pen, and then she drew a "dynamic picture" of the two of them. She drew quickly and the pictures were not big, so that she could make them into a small booklet to carry with her, so she drew more than a dozen small pictures in half a day.

However, the woman in the picture is wearing a veil and the man is wearing a half mask. If the booklet is picked up by someone, no one can prove that the people in the painting are the couple.

When Ning Yan handed the finished picture to Wen Xiangyan, he only flipped through half of it before he couldn't help but push her down on the bed...

"Ma'am, don't close your eyes."

Ning Yan opened her eyes from the chaos and asked him why with her eyes.
Wen Xiangyan leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Close your eyes, how can you draw all this..."

……

Qingzhou City, the prefect's residence. Ning Wanrong had just paid her respects to her mother-in-law's courtyard. On her way back, she passed by the pavilion and heard a few little girls chatting together.

"When the former madam was here, the servants in the main courtyard had such an easy life. They would get rewards from her from time to time. She had a good temper and never beat or scolded the servants. The fourth young master also cared about her and the two of them never quarreled.

It’s not like now, the new wife quarrels with the fourth master at every turn, and the fourth master hasn’t returned to the main courtyard to sleep for two days. "

"Haven't you heard? The ex-wife married herself again within a month after divorcing the Fourth Young Master. This time she married the Duke of Dingguo and became the Duke of Dingguo's wife."

"Tsk tsk, the maidservants around the Fourth Madam used to laugh at the ex-madam for marrying a soldier after the divorce and saying that her life would never be as comfortable as before. But, she got married for the first time and became the wife of Duke Dingguo. If the Fourth Madam knew about this, she would be so angry that she would die!"

Isn’t Ning Wanrong going to be so angry that she is about to die?
As she was getting angry, her stomach suddenly started to hurt. She squatted on the ground holding her stomach and said, "Quick, go get a doctor..."

The little maid ran out quickly to call for help. The servants who were chatting discovered that the Fourth Young Master's wife was nearby and might have heard their conversation. They were so scared that their faces turned pale and they all chose to run away.

When the doctor arrived, Ning Wanrong had already been carried back to her own yard and was in a coma.

The doctor took some effort to revive the woman. "Madam, you have been stimulated and your fetus has been disturbed. I will prescribe a medicine to preserve the fetus. Madam, you must drink it every day. Don't get out of bed for the next month, otherwise you will easily have a miscarriage."

The old doctor left the prescription and left. Even if Ning Wanrong was angry or jealous, she didn't dare to do anything wrong. She stayed in bed obediently every day, for fear that her only bargaining chip would really fall away, and then Fu Qing would probably abandon her like he abandoned Ning Yan.

No, how could she compare with Ning Yan? Until now, Fu Qing still missed Ning Yan. If her child was really gone, Fu Qing would definitely not be polite to her.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Except when Wen Xiangyan had important matters to deal with, he would stay with Ning Yan all the time. The two were almost inseparable. Anyone with eyes could see that the two had a very good relationship.

That day, the imperial physician came to the mansion to check the old lady's pulse. The old lady was in good health and just needed to be well taken care of. The old lady thought that her grandson had been on the battlefield for three years and didn't know how his health was, so she asked someone to invite the young couple to come and let the imperial physician check their pulse.

Wen Xiangyan is in very good health, as strong as a bull. No, he is much stronger than a bull.

When the imperial physician reached Ning Yan, he paused for a long while.

This frightened the grandfather and grandson, "Doctor Wu, how is my wife?"

Doctor Wu hesitated for a while. The pulse was still weak. It was better to wait and see. If the diagnosis was wrong, wouldn’t it make the old lady and the Duke happy for nothing? "The Duke's wife is in good health, but she must be a little tired recently. She should rest more..."

Wen Xiangyan's face suddenly turned red. Since they got married, the two of them would make love until late at night every night. It must be because he had no self-control.

The old lady also glared at her grandson and said, "You have to sleep in the study tonight."

Well, after this sentence was said, not only Wen Xiangyan, but also Ning Yan's face turned red, and they were embarrassed!

After the imperial physician left, the couple returned to their own courtyard with red faces. It was impossible for them to sleep separately, but Wen Xiangyan knew his limits. He just slept in Ning Yan's arms at night, letting Ning Yan rest for three nights in a row before starting to toss and turn again. After this toss and turn, it was time for him to return to the barracks.

(End of this chapter)