Three Kingdoms: Madam, I am a decent person

Chapter 9 Madam Zhang and Second Miss Zhen Mi
Zhang Sui finished reading the article he had written about the female ghost Liu Bei.

Looking at the soldiers around him, all of whom had blushing faces, he felt secretly proud.

Before the time travel, his writing was terrible.

He never thought that one day someone would read what he wrote.

And it’s so popular.

Thinking of the things that Fifth Miss Zhen Rong sent yesterday, Zhang Sui said to Captain Zhen Hao and Vice Captain Zhao Xu: "Captain, can I skip martial arts practice today? I need to draw a picture urgently."

Everyone came to their senses one after another.

Captain Zhen Hao was quite surprised and asked: "You can also draw?"

Zhang Sui smiled and said, "I'm not very good, I can only say that I can draw."

Vice Captain Zhao Xu nodded and said, "Then go ahead! But only this time."

He still had a lot of trust in Zhang Sui.

If it were someone else, Zhao Xu might suspect that the other person was trying to be lazy.

Because, ever since Zhang Sui came to Zhen Mansion these few days, he has been practicing martial arts every day and then doing extra training.

Moreover, each time I would practice for an extra half hour until I was sweating profusely.

Now, he has shown his "talent" again.

There is no need to doubt it.

Zhang Sui thanked Captain Zhen Hao and Deputy Captain Zhao Xu, then returned to the room and took out Zhen Rong's scroll, cattail leaf fan, brush and inkstone.

Zhang Sui still did not use the brush.

He went outside to break off a branch, ground ink with an inkstone, and then Zhang Sui began to paint according to the picture on the scroll.

To be honest, the portrait on the scroll doesn't really look like the person.

That face was very strange.

Zhang Sui could only draw a person based on Zhen Rong's appearance, the clothes in the picture on the scroll, and the face of the person in the portrait.

Of course, his painting skills are not very high.

His painting skills might not even be considered entry-level in the eyes of painters before the time travel.

However, in this world of the late Han Dynasty, there are no painters like those before the time travel.

Naturally, no one made too many professional demands on the paintings he drew.

This level is enough.

Zhang Sui finished the painting in just two hours.

After blowing the ink dry, Zhang Sui looked at the handsome man in his thirties sitting on the palm-leaf fan and smiled complacently.

After putting everything away, Zhang Sui returned to the rest of his troops to practice martial arts together.

At dusk, he and everyone had their second meal of the day together.

Others go to sleep.

He took off his shirt and practiced for another half an hour in the open space in the yard.

Today is his fourth extra practice.

In the first three extra training sessions, I only gained 0.1 catties of strength.

After extra training today, I unexpectedly triggered the critical hit chance.

After extra training today, he gained 0.7 catties of strength!
The strength of his single arm increased directly from 150 kilograms when he traveled through time to 151 kilograms!
Zhang Sui flexed his biceps.

There is no feeling of increased strength.

But Zhang Sui was not discouraged.

After all, I only gained 1 kilogram of strength.

It has turned completely dark.

Zhang Sui took a shower beside the ancient well in the moonlight, then returned to his room to take out the scroll, brush, inkstone and cattail leaf fan, and went to the ancient well to wait.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, he was about to fall asleep when he saw the fifth lady Zhen Rong come out.

Today she still brought a handkerchief of chopped duck meat.

Zhang Sui handed her the wooden box containing the scroll, brush, inkstone and palm-leaf fan, then took the duck meat from the handkerchief and began to eat.

Fifth Miss Zhen Rong opened the small wooden box and picked up the palm-leaf fan.

Looking at the handsome young man on the palm-leaf fan, Zhen Rong's big eyes were filled with joy.

Although the face doesn't look much like the portrait on the scroll.

But, it made her like it even more!

Fifth Miss Zhen Rong looked at the portrait on the palm-leaf fan with an infatuated look on her face and said, "Have you seen my father?"

Zhang Sui ate duck meat and shook his head, "No, how could I have seen it?" "This is what I thought of based on your appearance and the portrait on the scroll."

"The portrait on the scroll is a bit too abstract."

Zhen Rong then turned her eyes away from the portrait on the palm leaf fan and looked at Zhang Sui blankly, "What is abstract?"

Zhang Sui pondered for a moment and explained, "Abstract means it has no characteristics and cannot be seen in detail."

Zhen Rong still didn't understand this time.

However, she didn't hesitate.

She stood up and said to Zhang Sui with a smile: "I won't accompany you today. I'm going back to sleep."

After saying this, without waiting for Zhang Sui's response, he ran away holding the small wooden box.

After running all the way back to her room, Zhen Rong hung the scroll back on the wall, then lay down on the bed. In the dim light of the oil lamp, she stared at the portrait on the palm-leaf fan, muttering, "Daddy, Daddy, this is Daddy."

Zhen Rong looked at it for a long time before she hugged the palm-leaf fan in her arms, her little face full of satisfaction.

Closing her eyes, Zhen Rong fell into a deep sleep.

After a long time, a gentle female voice came from outside: "Sister?"

When no response was heard, the door was slowly pushed open.

A young girl walked in.

It was the girl who had been looking around with a lantern.

This girl was none other than the second young lady of the Zhen Mansion.

Zhen Mi.

Behind Zhen Mi, there was a beautiful young woman in her thirties with a curvy figure.

It’s Madam Zhang.

The two men walked in and went straight to the bed.

Seeing Zhen Rong sleeping peacefully, Zhen Mi used her slender white jade fingers to push aside the black hair on the latter's forehead and said with a smile: "You went to bed quite early today."

The lady took the palm-leaf fan from Zhen Rong and was about to put it on the table.

As soon as she turned around, her body froze.

I saw what seemed to be a painting underneath the cushion.

A portrait of a woman wearing ordinary clothes with her husband.

The lady's heart skipped a beat and she quickly turned around with the palm-leaf fan.

A look of disappointment crossed her face.

It is indeed a portrait of her husband wearing the same clothes as when he was alive.

However, they don't look alike.

The man in this portrait is more handsome than her husband.

My husband was not in good health during his lifetime, so he looked a little old.

This portrait is more like a masculine portrait of his little daughter.

Moreover, the writing is very new.

The lady looked at the sleeping Zhen Rong with some curiosity.

Who drew her?
This palm-leaf fan is the one she often uses.

There was no such portrait before.

Seeing how affectionate the lady was, Zhen Mi took the palm-leaf fan and asked in confusion, "Mother, what's wrong?"

Seeing the portrait on the fan, Zhen Mi said strangely, "Who is this picture of? She is wearing the clothes that my father wore when he was alive, but she looks like my younger sister."

Only then did Zhen Mi come to her senses.

Leaning over and pecking Zhen Rong's little face, the lady said softly, "She must have asked someone to draw the portrait of your father."

"It's just that the person who drew this picture obviously hasn't met your father."

"So, he guessed what your father looked like based on Rong'er's appearance."

"However, this painting style is indeed somewhat different."

"I have never seen this before."

Zhen Mi was suspicious and asked, "When did I get to know this kind of person? Does he have other intentions?"

The lady hesitated for a moment and said, "When she wakes up tomorrow, I will ask her about it."

"I hope it's not for some other purpose."

"Otherwise, I will not let him go."

(End of this chapter)