251, a Portrait of a Beauty

Ming Wuyan sighed, it turned out to be the case, no wonder there was a trace of confusion in the way she looked at herself just now, as if she was looking at another person through herself.

Sometimes she is very curious, what kind of person is her own mother?

His father had been decadent for her for so many years all his life, Mrs. Feng had a heart disease because of her guilt, and that Emperor Beichen would not hesitate to rob her because of her.

My own mother must be a very beautiful person!

Besides, she couldn't imagine what her mother looked like at all.

"Yan'er, don't bring up the past in front of your godmother. She is not in good health. If you want to help, prepare some calming pills for her to relax. Go to her room to accompany her when you have time. Her body is incapable of medicine and stone." Minglang sighed again, and stopped talking about it.

Ming Wuyan nodded, and went to Mrs. Feng's room in the afternoon, and sent her Buyuan Pill.

Mrs. Feng's body is so poor, she can't be too strong, and she can't stand the baptism of other medicines, so she can only recuperate slowly for a while and then look at the situation.

Mrs. Feng had fallen asleep at first, but when she saw Yan'er brought her the Buyuan Pill, she was moved and sat on the bed to chat with Ming Wuyan for a few more words.

"Yan'er, speaking of it, your appearance doesn't quite resemble your mother's. Your mother is like the holy water of Tianshan Mountain. It is always so pure and quiet. You are more sunny, brighter and more energetic than her. Qin'er has always wanted For a daughter with such a temperament, it would be great if she could see Yan Er now."

After saying this, it seemed that most of Feng's strength had been taken away, she coughed a few times, her voice was so weak that it was pitiful.

Ming Wuyan sat down, held Mrs. Feng's wrist, and squeezed it lightly, and found that her wrist was so thin that only skin and bones remained.

She frowned slightly, "Godmother, are you still anorexic? You don't even eat."

The maid next to her hurriedly said: "Miss, Madam can't eat it anymore, and she would want to spit it out after eating, so I only eat two mouthfuls of porridge and rice every day."

Ming Wuyan stood up, "This is not acceptable! You look at the godmother, I'll cook something to eat."

Mrs. Feng called her happily and touched, "Yan'er, don't be too busy, the godmother really can't eat, don't be too busy, it's a waste of your heart."

Ming Wuyan immediately smiled confidently, "Mother, you will definitely eat what I cook, and besides, I am the best cook in the world, do you believe it or not?"

Ming Wuyan teased her with a smile, this woman lacks emotions and smiles too much, her life shouldn't be like this.

Just think of yourself as doing something for your own mother!

Mrs. Feng smiled, the smile was shallow, but the whole person was much more lively.

She nodded, "That's fine, the godmother will trouble Yan'er."

Ming Wuyan immediately turned and left the room, and went to the kitchen of the general's mansion.

When the people in the kitchen saw the new eldest lady from their house coming, they immediately stood aside in panic.

Ming Wuyan said casually: "Don't be nervous, I'm just cooking something, you can watch it if you want, or go outside to play."

"Well, Miss, do you need our help?" Someone asked in a low voice.

Ming Wuyan shook her head, "No, I'll be fine soon."

She looked around and found that the rice in the kitchen was very ordinary rice. She frowned, and then silently ordered Yiling Sanfen to harvest dozens of colorful Lingmi that she had planted in her spare time.

After peeling off the husks of the grains, she began to cook porridge with colorful Lingmi.

Originally, the cook next to her wanted to step forward to help light the fire, but Ming Wuyan pointed her finger, and the fire started to burn, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly shrank to the side.

Ming Wuyan smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, this is the Five Elements Spirit Fire that I cultivated."

The kitchen nodded hurriedly. She had only heard about the spiritual fire, but she had never seen it with her own eyes, so she opened her eyes wide at the moment.

Ming Wuyan continued to add some Tianling spring water to the rice, cooked the porridge carefully with the separated rainbow fire, then picked out two Tianlingzhi from the medicine king's Qiankun bag, washed and chopped them, and put them in into the pot...

During the cooking process, Ming Wuyan saw a field of sweet potatoes in the kitchen. She had nothing to do, so she picked several sweet potatoes and made a candied sweet potato and some sweet potato balls.

After the things were finished, her first thought was to leave a copy for Xue Yihan, so she really did that, put a copy into the marriage space, and then took out the one left for her by the aunt in the No. 1 courtyard Some special sauces were used as seasonings, and Mrs. Feng made an easy-to-digest and easy-to-eat side dish, which was brought to her room.

When Mrs. Feng saw these exquisite food, her eyes were red. Although there was no food, she was a little surprised when she saw this colorful and fragrant porridge, so she took a sip with a smile.

As soon as she entered it, she was stunned, the smell...

This smell actually aroused her appetite and made her feel happy, it's incredible!

She took a look at Ming Wuyan, seeing the anticipation and calmness on her face, she immediately took another bite, and another bite...

She never knew that porridge could do this, and eating the finely divided things on the porridge made her whole body warm, as if a wave of power was being transmitted to her body, so comfortable!

It was like a person who was about to die of thirst met a clear spring, Mrs. Feng quickly drank a bowl of porridge, and then even swept away the plate of side dishes.

The girl saw that Madam ate so much, and she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear. Seeing that the eldest lady served him so well, she immediately went to inform the general.

"Yan'er, you are really the best chef in the world. I have never eaten such delicious food. Are these made of sweet potatoes?" Mrs. Feng hesitated whether to try it too.

Ming Wuyan smiled and said: "This is candied sweet potato, it's a bit sweet, godmother can taste it, it will taste better in your mouth, don't eat too much. This sweet potato ball is also, you have a taste!"

"Hey!" Mrs. Feng smiled, and the obedient one just ate some.

These ordinary things also brought her happiness. Thinking about it now, she really hasn't eaten for a long time.

The food Yan'er cooked seemed to open her stomach and evoke her memory of food...

This child is really considerate, just like Qin'er...

Thinking of Qin'er, the smile on Madam Feng's face froze slightly, she turned around and took out a bamboo tube from the hidden compartment beside her, and took out a good painting that was sealed inside.

She gave the painting to Ming Wuyan tremblingly, and said softly: "Yan'er, you have never seen your mother, you must miss her very much! This is the portrait of your mother..."

Ming Wuyan was shocked, she never thought that one day, she would see the portrait of her own mother...

She was almost eager to unfold the portrait...

Following her movements, a woman as beautiful as a beautiful moon appeared in Ming Wuyan's eyes. Her eyebrows were smiling, and she was wearing a light blue gauze dress, standing gracefully by a lake, and the wind was blowing her long hair. Hair, raising her sleeves, the whole picture is so beautiful and peaceful...

The person in the painting is really a beautiful woman, just as Mrs. Feng described, even when she smiles, she gives people a feeling of holiness like water...

Mother, it is more in line with her imagination of the word saint than that Xue Ruopian!

"Your mother is beautiful, isn't she!" Mrs. Feng sighed lightly.

The portrait is still there, still beautiful, but Yi Ren is no longer there, leaving people to sigh...

Ming Wuyan nodded, "Yes. Goddess, can you give me this portrait?"

Madam Feng lowered her eyelids, and said sadly: "Yan'er, if you knew who painted this portrait, you wouldn't want to keep it."

Ming Wuyan was slightly stunned, and said softly: "Didn't you and my father draw this portrait?"

Mrs. Feng shook her head, and said with some difficulty: "It was drawn by that person...that person is, is..."

Having said that, Mrs. Feng coughed again.

Ming Wuyan relieved her lightly, her thoughts became clearer, and she said with some clarity: "It's hard to come by, this is the painting by Beichen Emperor Beichen?"

When Mrs. Feng heard this person's name again, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and then tears fell.

"Yes, it's him..."

Ming Wuyan didn't understand now, why did Beichen win with Ganniang?

She looked at Mrs. Feng suspiciously, with puzzlement and suspicion in her eyes.

"Yan'er, Bei Chenying is a bastard, a devil..." Mrs. Feng suddenly became agitated.

At this moment, General Feng came, and when he saw the portrait, he was furious.

"Qian'er, didn't you say that this portrait was burned? Why is it still there?"

Madam Feng was suddenly dumbfounded, and looked at her husband in a daze.

Ming Wuyan saw that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly said: "Godfather, because I heard from my father that the godmother and my mother are very good friends, Yan'er has never seen her mother, even what she looks like I don’t know, so I asked the godmother to tell me. The godmother thought about where a painting was put in the corner before, so she turned it out again. Don’t be angry!”

When General Feng De saw what Yan Er said, his anger subsided a little, but his face was still not very good.

He turned his head and said to Mrs. Feng: "Don't think about the past, Yan'er, come out after you chat with your godmother for a while, godfather has something to say to you."

Ming Wuyan nodded obediently, "Okay, godfather!"

General Feng De glanced at his wife again, turned his head and left.

Originally, he heard the maid said that Qian'er started to eat, and she ate a lot of the food made by Yan'er, so he came to take a look, but he didn't expect to see the portrait that caused all the trouble...

In order not to scare Yan'er, he strode away.

-End of this chapter-