A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

Pei Xiaoqing frowned involuntarily and said, "Girl, have you lost your soul? Or have you done something wrong that I'm afraid I'll find out?"

Zisang blushed and said angrily, "Grandma, what are you talking about? I'm not ashamed of my maidservants." Then she quickened her pace and walked in front of Pei Xiaoqing.

Pei Xiaoqing shook her head inexplicably, maybe the girl has her own worries when she grows up.

"Zi Sang, I think you are not too young. You can be a match in the mansion. Second Mistress, I will make the decision for you. Just marry you off." Pei Xiaoqing joked with a smile.

Unexpectedly, when Zisang's eye circles turned red, her face turned pale, and she said loudly: "No, this servant doesn't want to marry yet, Second Mistress, don't drive this servant away."

Pei Xiaoqing was shocked, the girl's reaction must have been too big, she was just joking, she couldn't help but look at Zisang more, Zisang dodged and didn't look at her as she lowered her head.

Pei Xiaoqing felt more and more that something was wrong, grabbed Zisang's body and frowned, "You have something on your mind, you have serious thoughts, hurry up, tell your second grandma, are you really interested in someone?"

Zisang was made to cry by her, and begged: "I really don't have any servants, the second master's wound medicine hasn't been taken by grandma yet, so go back quickly."

Only then did Pei Xiaoqing become anxious, Chu Yunxi's injuries were still not healed, and she had to apply ointment several times a day to heal.

In a hurry, he forgot about Zisang, and when he returned to the back room, he saw Chu Yunxi drawing something on the table. Not genius!

Hurrying over to look, he saw that on a piece of rice paper, Chu Yunxi was pressing the paper with one hand, holding a brush in his right hand, slowly drawing strokes with his eyes closed.

The painting was only half finished, and there was still no way to see what he was painting, so Pei Xiaoqing quietly backed out without trying to hide him.

Although he can't see it, but his mind is active, perhaps, in his dark world, there is another bright sky he imagined.

When I went out, I saw Nanny Zhou standing outside the door looking at Chu Yunxi who was painting and weeping.

Pei Xiaoqing hurriedly handed over a handkerchief and said, "What's the matter, Mammy?"

"Second Master... When Second Master was young, the paintings he drew were just like the real ones. Birds could fly, and flowers could smell their fragrance. If it wasn't for...if it wasn't for... Second Master's paintings might be the best in the world. The best one in Zhou." Nanny Zhou has always been calm and steady, it was the first time Pei Xiaoqing saw her showing her emotions so much, she couldn't help but feel sore,

Persuading: "Don't be too sad, Mammy, Grandpa's eyes may not be cured, and when his eyes are cured, how about I ask Grandpa to draw a portrait of you?"

After hearing this, Nanny Zhou laughed and said, "Slaves don't dare to work on the portrait of the second master, as long as they can watch the second master live happily and happily."

The two were chatting, when they heard a bang in the room, Pei Xiaoqing rushed into the room, and saw Chu Yunxi bending over to fumble for something, she hurriedly said: "Sir, what are you looking for?"

"I knocked over the pen holder." Chu Yunxi's voice was full of annoyance and discomfort, and he almost threw away the pen in his hand.

"I'll pick it up for you." Pei Xiaoqing hurried over to help him pack up, and then asked, "What is Xianggong drawing?"

"No... I didn't draw anything. When did you come back, ma'am? Didn't you say that you still have to go to the concubine to say hello?" Chu Yunxi anxiously wanted to cover the paintings on the table, her jade-like handsome face was full of bruises. Embarrassed and shy, his expression is as cute as a child who has done something wrong.