Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

The atmosphere in Xiyuan on New Year's Eve is warm and cheerful.

Although it was the first time for Gao Lan and Jiang Wenhui to meet, they were both kind-hearted and had a good conversation.

Especially since both of them are chasing "Empress Yuan Zhao", there are more topics to talk about now, and they can't finish them all at once.

Jiang Lingxi also breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she no longer had to pull this wool over her.

Jiang Runcheng took his son-in-law to drink tea and play chess, and it passed without realizing it for a while.

Jiang Lingxi took Xu Ling'an to sunbathe in the garden, and also visited the main courtyard. Not many people see the things in the main courtyard. Shen Yunqing usually does the cleaning and dusting work himself. Not everyone is interested in the things inside, but Xu Ling'an is the one who is interested.

The girl couldn't help but exclaimed, "Brother-in-law really likes Empress Yuan Zhao's items!" After a pause, "Sister-in-law won't be jealous, right?"

Although they are only the belongings of people who no longer exist, from the fact that these things are still so well preserved after thousands of years, it can be seen that the current owner cherishes them.

Jiang Lingxi shook her head generously, "I'm not jealous."

Why is she jealous of herself?

"I think this place can be used as a museum for Empress Yuan Zhao's private collection."

He does not mean that.

Jiang Lingxi still remembered that Director Fu, whom she had met before when she went to Yinhe Palace, once said that the amount of collections related to Empress Yuan Zhao in the world was pitifully small.

However, it would always feel a bit strange to take these things out for people to visit now, but when she and Shen Yunqing pass away, these things can be donated to fill the gap in this area.

Now, it's better to stay under their noses and recall it from time to time.

The garden, which was decorated especially festively at the end of the New Year, was a little more fresh to stroll around. The two of them walked arm in arm and had a great time, but there was Jiang Lingxu who appeared from time to time and was overtly and covertly courteous from all angles. His clumsy appearance made people laugh. Jiang Lingxi couldn't bear to chase people away.

However, Xu Ling'an can be called a straight girl in this aspect. Seeing Jiang Lingxu going forward and backward, she said, "Xiaoxu is very filial to her sister."

Jiang Lingxi smiled and nodded, feeling that Jiang Lingxu would probably vomit blood if he heard this comment.

No, let her laugh for a while.

*

It was warm and peaceful here in Xiyuan, but in the Zhang family's old house elsewhere, a storm was already brewing.

Zhang Nachuan looked at his son who was walking in from the door while holding the teacup, and then lowered his gaze to look at the little boy he was holding in his hand.

The child looked to be about five or six years old. He was wearing a festive old-style red jacket and trousers. He had obviously been carefully dressed up, just to his liking.

She is not too fat with a small body, and her face is pink and cute, but there is still a hint of timidity in her eyes.

As soon as Zhang Nachuan looked over, the little guy was so frightened that he shrank behind the adult.

Zhang Anfeng secretly glanced at his father's face with no discernible emotion or anger, stretched out his hand to pull his youngest son out from behind, "Yangyang, go and kowtow to grandpa, what dad taught you on the road. Don't be afraid, this is dad. Dad, your grandfather, haven’t you always wanted to see your grandfather?”

Zhang Nachuan took a deep breath while holding the teacup. If the child was not too young, if he was frightened during this New Year's holiday, the teacup in his hand would have to be pressed against Zhang Anfeng's forehead!

Encouraged by his father, the little guy endured his nervousness and fear and took a few steps forward. He knelt down awkwardly and kowtowed in a standard manner. He said with a straight face: "Grandpa, I am Yangyang. I am five and a half years old this year. I wish grandpa a new life." One year of good health and long life!”

The memorization is quite smooth.

Zhang Nachuan finally put down the tea cup in his hand and said, "Get up."

"Dad," Zhang Anfeng was overjoyed and stepped forward to pull up his youngest son, "Yangyang is a smart kid. I asked a professional teacher to test his IQ, which is 120. Yangyang has also liked drawing since he was a child. Yangyang, come on. Show grandpa the New Year gift you prepared."

The child quickly took out another rolled-up painting from his backpack and mustered up the courage to hand it to his grandfather who still looked a little scary.

Zhang Nachuan could see through his son's little scheme at a glance. He was smart and liked to draw, but he just wanted to focus on what he liked. Looking at the scroll that was handed to him with great effort, he stretched out his hand to take it with an expressionless face.

After glancing at the little guy's movement of lowering his hand and gently shaking his arm, he opened the scroll and saw a rather immature landscape painting.

But at the age of five or six, it’s pretty good to be able to draw to this level.

As for whether this child really likes it, there should be no choice.

Thinking of this, his hands felt a little itchy again.

Holding back his anger, he asked, "Where is the child's mother?"

"Yangyang, let's go play in the next room first." Zhang Anfeng sent his youngest son away first, then looked at the chair next to him, hesitated for a while but still didn't dare to sit down, and stood up and replied, "My mother is going to study abroad. From now on, There is a high probability that he will settle abroad and never come back. Before we left, we signed an agreement and Yang Yang will be mine."

"Is she so willing to give up her child?"

"I gave her the cost of studying abroad, and a large sum of money for living expenses."

"So she sold her son to you!" Zhang Nachuan said calmly, reminding himself that today is New Year's Eve, "Your company can't continue to operate, how can you get so much money?"

To be able to make a mother give up her child so happily, I know that the money will definitely not be small.

Zhang Anfeng didn't expect that his father would ask about this, so he subconsciously wanted to lie, but he couldn't find a suitable excuse for a while, so he could only tell the truth, "I, I sold the Chunfang picture that my mother gave me when I was a child." .”

Zhang Nachuan couldn't save the tea cup in his hand.

"Bastard!"

Zhang Anfeng was well prepared. When the tea cup was thrown at him, he quickly raised his hand to cover his head, but he could not avoid being splashed with tea leaves and tea water.

With a head of tea foam on her head, she cried and complained, "Dad, Yangyang's mother is too shrewd. I can't refuse to give you this money, otherwise she will take Yangyang abroad with her, and I won't be able to find her when I look for her." Zhou is like this now. I think he is almost as useless as his sister. I can't even have a child that I can use. Mom, if my mother knew better, I guess she would also agree with me to get a picture and just look at it. The painting will give her a lively grandson!"

It's just that when he said this, he was blinded by the tea foam, so he didn't see the utter disappointment in his father's eyes.

Zhang Nachuan was about to tell him to get out when the sound of a wheelchair rolling across the stone floor was heard outside the door.

"Dad, I brought Xiaozhou here to wish you New Year's greetings. I see An Feng's car is parked outside. Is An Feng already here?"

Zhang Anfeng had just wiped the tea foam off his face when he heard his wife's voice coming from behind him. He was so startled that he almost jumped up on the spot.

"Didn't I ask you to take good care of Xiaozhou in the hospital? Just let me come and give my dad a New Year's greeting? Xiaozhou's surgical incision hasn't completely grown yet. What should you do if the wound breaks open while you're pushing him around?"

When Lin Yi walked to the door, she saw her husband's hair was wet and seemed to have a few tea leaves on it, so he yelled at her.

Suddenly confused and aggrieved, he defended: "I specifically asked the doctor before I came here. He only brought Xiaozhou here if he could do simple activities. How could he not come to pay dad a happy New Year during the Chinese New Year?"

"Hurry up..."

"father!"

The clear child's voice interrupted Zhang Anfeng's intention to drive people away.

Lin Yi watched helplessly as a child, dressed all in red, ran out of the inner room and skillfully hugged her husband's thigh. Then she saw the panic on her husband's face, and the old man who just turned a blind eye with his eyes lowered. Jing, there is nothing you don’t understand between the lightning and the stone fire.

This is because I want to hide it from her and get through with the old man first!

Maybe we even plan to include the Zhang family tree as well!

He immediately let go of the wheelchair handle in his hand and rushed straight into the room, "Well, Zhang Anfeng, you actually gave me a secret secret during the Chinese New Year. I will fight with you! No one will have an easy time this year!"