Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

He Nana was a little shocked, and blurted out: "Why?!"

Bai Chuwei wanted to explain, but suddenly smiled again.

Why bother?

He Nana is not Tang Ke, Tang Ke is an illegitimate child who knows nothing, she can give opportunities many times.

She Nana knows her identity very well, and she knows she is the ancestor who has sheltered the eight great families for hundreds of years.

Just like that, she still needs to explain, it's boring.

The ancestors never asked others to believe.

Believe it if you love it, or get out of it if you don't believe it.

If He Nana believed in advance that she and Chen Jun had broken up, and the ancestors were in a good mood and explained to her, it would be OK.

Unfortunately, the order is different.

Bai Chuwei touched her jaw and sighed in her heart.

Love is such a charming mind, right?

Bai Chuwei suddenly thought of Duan Feihan, and suddenly couldn't help feeling that Hanhan could also fascinate her.

Bai Chuwei took the picture from the steward Li, stroked the drawing paper with her slender fingers, and praised it constantly: "It's so good, and it's so good."

She is simply a painting genius.

When I was a national teacher more than 600 years ago, I was able to go in and out of the palace freely.

The emperor at that time was a wonderful work. Not only did he repair the mausoleum immediately after he was in office, but he also liked to let the painter portrait, and painted him tall, mighty and handsome.

This "Qinghe Banquet" is a painting received by the Emperor Dog. Who knows that the court painter hurt his hand and couldn't finish the painting as scheduled.

I was desperate, and the ancestor passed by and helped the painter finish the "Qinghe Banquet", which was later brought into the tomb by the dog emperor as a funeral.

He Nana tried to show a smile and said: "Yes, my ancestors, the "Qinghe Banquet" during the Qianzong period is a must, and it is really a treasure in the collection."

Bai Chuwei raised her eyebrows and smiled back: "During the Qianzong Period? This is a painting from the Ningzong Period of the Great Prosperity Dynasty." She gave a hint.

He Nana was startled. She was an expert in antiques from the He family in Zhongzhou, and she was naturally not inferior. She was quite insightful in this regard.

Paintings from the Ningzong Period of the Great Sheng Dynasty...

Although she was very dissatisfied that her ancestor had ruined her marriage, He Nana still believed in her ancestor's vision. She said it was a painting from the Ningzong period, and there is probably nothing wrong with it.

Only vaguely, He Nana felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

A burst of sweat appeared on the palm of Chen Jun's palm, his hands clenched subconsciously, and he smiled: "No matter what period or value, you are the elder Nana respects. I can find it no matter how hard it is."

He Nana no longer thinks too much, she looks at Bai Chuwei with a pair of beautiful eyes, "Old ancestor, I really like Chen Jun, can you give us a chance?"

Bai Chuwei glanced slantingly, and said lightly, "Yes."

There was a surprise in He Nana's heart, and there was no time to thank, Bai Chuwei said in a cool voice in the next second: "If you are willing to give up the position of the next Patriarch, I will treat you as true love and I won't bother to care."

For an instant, He Nana looked at Bai Chuwei incredulously like an ice cellar.

Let her give up and become the next Patriarch?

Duan Hoshino, who had already taken a shower and was about to go downstairs to eat, eavesdropped on what he was doing.

Wow, Weiwei is actually beating Mandarin Duck! Like the elder villain in a TV series!

Duan Xingye immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to his uncle.

[Hoshino Liaoyuan: Fourth uncle, give up, Weiwei sticks to the mandarin ducks and does not understand love, you can't chase the ruthless, desireless little fairy. ]

[Duan Feihan: Okay, I know, but I stopped your card. ]

[Hoshino Liaoyuan: ...]

Duan Feihan looked at the WeChat and sneered.

No desire, no desire?

Ah.

Want to push him down on the sofa?