After rebirth, my elder sister wants to steal my husband!

Lu Zhiran went to bed early tonight.

She lay in bed and recalled the scenes of the day, Ding Liang, Lu Nian Yao...it seemed that more and more people were targeting her.

Lu Zhiran is a quiet person and doesn't like to fight with others. Most of the time, she prefers to copy Buddhist scriptures over and over again in the study.

But that doesn't mean she is afraid of trouble.

Now that people have set their sights on her, she might as well deal with it as it comes!

sleep!

Let’s talk about it when you wake up.

The next day, after Lu Zhiran woke up in the morning, he did not go to Madam Fu's Shou'an Hall to pay his respects and have breakfast with her.

The old lady asked Nanny Fang to pass on a message, saying that due to the change of seasons these two days, she was not feeling well, so there was no need for Lu Zhiran to accompany her every day. In addition, in the past, the topic that Lu Zhiran and Old Lady Fu talked about at the dinner table was mostly about how to manage the household.

After more than twenty days.

Lu Zhiran has basically figured out the Marquis' Mansion and is very skilled in managing the household. He doesn't need Madam Fu to remind him of anything.

On the contrary, Lu Zhiran has not been hurt at all despite running to Madam Fu's place every day without getting tired of it!

Old Madam Fu got fed up first.

The main reason is that she is tired. If Lu Zhiran doesn't come, Madam Fu can sleep as long as she wants. But when Lu Zhiran comes, she has to wake up early every day to accompany him.

Therefore, Lu Zhiran himself did not complain.

She was told not to go to Madam Fu's place for the time being.

Since he no longer had to rush to Madam Fu's house for breakfast every day, Lu Zhiran simply started practicing calligraphy in the study.

In the study, Lu Zhiran sat quietly at the desk. The sunlight from the window shone obliquely on her, adding a bit of warmth to this quiet space.

A piece of rice paper was spread in front of her. She dipped the brush in her hand lightly into the ink on the inkstone and began to move it slowly on the paper.

She wrote every word very carefully. The fragrance of ink and paper intertwined and filled the entire study, making people intoxicated.

"Miss, your handwriting is so beautiful." Zixiang's gentle voice broke the silence of the study.

She came in carrying a plate of plum cakes.

Lu Zhiran smiled slightly, put down the brush, and gently blew on the ink on the rice paper to make it drier.

Then she looked up at Zixiang, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Zixiang, your cooking skills are getting better and better. This plum blossom cake looks very appetizing."

As Lu Zhiran spoke, he reached out to take the plum cake, took a light bite, and the sweetness instantly filled his mouth.

"As long as the lady likes it."

Zixiang said this, put the tray in her hand aside, and began to tidy up the study.

While tasting the plum blossom cake, Lu Zhiran continued to look at the rice paper on the table. Her handwriting was beautiful and powerful, far beyond that of ordinary scholars.

"Zixiang, do you think my handwriting has improved recently?" Lu Zhiran suddenly asked.

Zixiang stopped what she was doing, walked to the desk and carefully looked at what Lu Zhiran had written, then answered seriously: "Miss's handwriting has always been beautiful, but now it seems to be more fluent and natural, and has style."

"Tell me, is it okay if I give this to Madam Zhang as a gift?"

Mrs. Zhang, she handed a note to Lu Zhiran.

Five days later, it will be her son's first birthday party.

At the same time, Mrs. Zhang was also the first one to give Lu Zhiran a letter.

Five days later, it’s a good time to go and make some friends with these ladies in the Beijing circle!

Zixiang was pleasantly surprised and said, "Of course you can. Your handwriting is so good. It will be a perfect gift for Madam Zhang's son."

Lu Zhiran smiled slightly, his eyes falling on the handwriting that had just been completed on the rice paper.

The calligraphy has both the gentleness of a woman and strength, it is indeed a masterpiece.

"Since it is to be a gift, what are you going to write?" Zixiang asked curiously.

Lu Zhiran pondered for a moment and said softly, "Just write 'Fu Shou An Kang'. May Young Master Zhang live a long and healthy life with endless blessings."

Zixiang nodded and began to prepare new rice paper and ink for Lu Zhiran.

Lu Zhiran picked up the brush again, silently reciting the four words in his mind, preparing to write them stroke by stroke on the rice paper.

For a moment, the fragrance of ink and plum cake intertwined in the study, creating a quiet and warm atmosphere.

After Lu Zhiran finished the painting, he asked someone to frame it.

Zixiang and I chatted and enjoyed this rare quiet time.

Time flies, and before he knew it, Lu Zhiran had spent an afternoon in the study.

When she put down her brush and stretched, she realized that the sky outside the window was gradually getting darker.

She actually practiced calligraphy for a whole day.

"Zixiang, let's go have dinner." Lu Zhiran said, standing up and straightening his dress.

Zixiang nodded in agreement, and the two walked out of the study together.

As we walked towards the restaurant, the aroma of dinner was already wafting out, making us salivate.

……

Five days later, Zhang's house was bustling with activity.

Mrs. Zhang's son's first birthday party attracted many noble ladies from the capital to come and congratulate him.

Fu Yuzhang was not interested in these social matters and left them all to Lu Zhiran. Lu Zhiran brought Zixiang and this special gift and walked into the gate of Zhang's house.

When Mrs. Zhang saw Lu Zhiran, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Lu Zhiran was wearing a light purple dress, like a violet bud about to bloom, elegant yet dignified.

Her appearance immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. Zixiang followed closely behind, holding a gift in her hand. The exquisite patterns on the gift box shimmered in the light, looking mysterious and noble.

Mrs. Zhang walked up, took Lu Zhiran's hand, her eyes full of admiration.

"Mrs. Fu is just as the rumors say. She is not only talented but also beautiful."

"It is truly an honor for my son to have Madam Fu come to congratulate him personally today."

This is sheer nonsense. Before Lu Zhiran got married, she had no reputation at all. She was simply an invisible person.

After she married Fu Yuzhang, her reputation outside was that she was ignored, despised, and ugly, but it has only started to improve recently.

On the contrary, her elder sister Lu Nian Yao, whose reputation for beauty and elegance spread far and wide.

Mrs. Zhang could find these words to praise her.

It can be considered that the surface work is done well.

Lu Zhiran smiled slightly and said modestly, "Mrs. Zhang, you are too kind. Your son is turning one, which is a happy event. I should come to congratulate him. This gift is carefully selected by me, and I hope your son will like it."

As she spoke, Zixiang handed over the gift box.

Mrs. Zhang took the gift box, opened it, and saw a copy of calligraphy and an exquisite small jade lock inside. The small jade lock was made of warm jade and finely carved, and it did not look like an ordinary item.

Of course, this is secondary.

The key is this copybook. The characters on it are quite beautiful and full of style.

Mrs. Zhang also liked writing. When she saw it, she was immediately delighted and thanked him repeatedly.

"This calligraphy is so beautiful, I wonder which master wrote it!"