Three Kingdoms: Madam, I am a decent person

Chapter 93 Zhao Yun's Mother: No wonder Yu'er wants to find someone who can read
Both soldiers were dumbfounded.

Zhang Sui praised her so exaggeratedly that it was obvious that he had ulterior motives.

Why does sister Zilong seem to be enjoying this?
And invited him to dinner at home?

Zhang Sui heard what Zhao Yu said and said with a smile, "Isn't it going to bother you?"

Zhao Yu smiled and said, "It's not a big deal, just a matter of adding a few pairs of chopsticks."

"Besides, you are my second brother's friend."

“You also painted for me.”

"I've seen the paper you used to paint on before."

"very expensive."

“Our county magistrate can’t even afford it.”

"Last time, a powerful man gave some to my second brother, saying that he wanted me to learn how to write, but my second brother immediately refused."

"You treat me like this, it's just a meal."

"Even if you ask me to do more, I can consider it."

Zhang Sui nodded in agreement and said, "Since my sister said so, I will be disrespectful to refuse."

"By the way, I have a small gift for my sister, please don't despise it."

Zhao Yu blinked and looked at Zhang Sui curiously.

Zhang Sui took out a prism, motioned for her to stretch out her right hand, and held the prism above her to adjust the angle.

After a while, a beam of colorful light fell on Zhao Yu's palm.

Zhao Yu exclaimed, "What is this? How did you do it?"

Zhang Sui taught Zhao Yu how to use the prism, and then he continued painting.

Zhao Yu stood still, holding the prism and constantly changing the angle.

She couldn't suppress the surprise on her face and said, "Brother Bocheng, you are so awesome!"

"I just want to marry a scholar like you who knows everything!"

"You can even bring down the rainbow from the sky for me!"

"You're really capable."

"It would be great if my future husband could be like you."

Zhang Sui said: "Of course I can."

"Sister, you are so beautiful, so gentle and considerate, and you can protect people. Who wouldn't want a woman like this?"

Zhao Yu blushed again, glanced at Zhang Sui and said, "Thank you! If you get what you want in the future, I'll give you a thank you gift."

Zhang Sui had also finished drawing Zhao Yu's portrait at this time, and handed it to Zhao Yu, saying, "Sister, take this one first."

"I have observed you and memorized your appearance. I can draw you when I return."

Zhao Yu took the portrait and smiled from ear to ear: "It's really beautiful!"

"Brother Bocheng is the one who knows how to read."

"This portrait is like a fairy descending to earth."

"Come in quickly, I'll get you something to eat."

"I want to show this painting to my mother!"

After saying this, without waiting for Zhang Sui's consent, he rushed into the house with the portrait and said, "Mother! Mother! Look, I got a treasure!"

One of the soldiers said with a constipated expression: "Bocheng, this, this is too much? Sister Zilong is indeed very pretty, but she is much worse than the second young lady. How can she be called a fairy?"

Zhang Sui glared at him angrily and said, "Shut your mouth!"

"Women are meant to be praised, do you understand?"

"Beauty is in the eyes of beholder."

"When you achieve success one day and see a woman you like, she will be a fairy."

The two troops looked at each other.

It doesn't matter how you look.

Can you become beautiful just by looking at it?

Zhang Sui was too lazy to argue with them, so he asked them to follow him and told them not to talk nonsense.

The three of them entered the house.

I saw an old lady standing at the threshold of the hall, holding the portrait Zhang Sui had just painted for Zhao Yu, holding it high up, looking at it carefully in the light of the setting sun, and said with a smile: "It really looks like my Yu'er, beautiful!"

Zhao Yu stood beside her and said excitedly, "Mother, this brother Bocheng is a man with vision."

"He said his daughter looked like a fairy from heaven!"

"Look at his portrait. My daughter is very pretty!" "Mother, I will find a scholar like Brother Bocheng as my husband in the future. Please don't think about finding me a warrior like my second brother!"

The old lady smiled dotingly and said, "Okay, okay, whatever Yu'er likes, I'll let your second brother find it for you."

Seeing Zhang Sui and the other two enter the house from the corner of her eye, the old lady hurriedly returned the portrait to Zhao Yu and came forward to greet them, saying, "It is an honor to have such distinguished guests here! Yu'er, why don't you bring some cakes for them?"

Zhao Yu let out a loud sigh and climbed up the stairs to the second floor with the portrait in his hand. After hiding the portrait, he ran downstairs to the kitchen to get some herbal tea and homemade cakes.

The old lady motioned Zhang Sui and his two followers to sit down.

Zhang Sui saw that the old lady was very old, with gray hair, and was definitely not young.

Is this Zhao Yun’s mother?

There is no written record of Zhao Yun's mother in history.

However, the Han Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety.

Now is the first year of Xingping.

In history, after Zhao Yun left Gongsun Zan, he met Liu Bei in Yecheng, Yuan Shao's territory, in the fifth year of Jian'an. After that, he followed Liu Bei and never returned to Zhending County.

That means Zhao Yun’s mother should have died five years before Jian’an, and it is very likely that she had been dead for more than three years.

At the end of the Han Dynasty, many people observed a three-year mourning period after their parents passed away before returning to society.

For example, Jia Xu.

For example, Sun Ce.

For example, Huan Jie.

In other words, Zhao Yun's mother doesn't have much time left.

Since you've come to ask Zhao Yun for help today, you have to leave some thoughts for him!
Thinking of this, Zhang Sui smiled and said to the old lady, "Old lady, I see that you look radiant and full of spirit. You are a blessed person. I would like to draw a portrait of you. Is that okay?"

The old lady was stunned.

Zhao Yu nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice and said, "Of course!"

Zhang Sui smiled and asked the old lady to stand at the doorstep, facing the setting sun shining into the house.

He used rice grains to stick together several pieces of Saeki paper and drew a full-length portrait of the old lady.

It took me half an hour to finish the painting, and it was almost dark.

In the portrait, the old lady stands at the threshold, staring quietly ahead.

Both soldiers looked at Zhang Sui with some envy.

It would be great if Zhang Sui could paint a huge picture like this one of “The Beautiful Story of Corpse Driving”!

Hang it in the room and they can watch it ten times a day!

It would be even better if I could draw a huge "Corpse Story" animation like this!
Zhao Yu looked at the portrait, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

The old lady looked at the portrait, nodded continuously, and said with a smile: "Bocheng is a child who really has a pair of skillful hands."

“It’s a beautiful painting.”

Zhang Sui smiled and said, "Old Madam, this portrait is yours."

"If you need paintings in the future, just send someone to find me at the Zhen family in Wuji County."

"I'll draw for you when I have time."

The old lady smiled and said, "How can I trouble you every time!"

"I finally understand why Yu'er always says she wants to find someone who can read."

"Zilong is a kid. Even if you give him another pair of hands, he still can't draw."

Zhao Yu chuckled and said, "Mother, you finally know!"

Just as the three of them were chatting and laughing, it was already dark outside the door.

Zhao Yun and several heroes rode back.

On his shoulders, he was carrying half of a bear's body.

After bidding farewell to a few powerful men, Zhao Yun led his horse towards the courtyard of the house.

After tying the horse to a pillar on one side, Zhao Yun looked into the house suspiciously.

No lights were on.

However, bursts of laughter came from the house.

It belongs to my mother and sister.

He seemed to be having a great time chatting with people.

Zhao Yun was suspicious.

Who is this?
How could he make his mother and sister so happy that they wouldn't even turn on the lights?

(End of this chapter)