Lu Zheng looked at the country guarding Duke coldly.
The country guarding Duke was like a child showing his most precious thing to others. He took out all the paintings from the vase, put them on the table, and unfolded them one by one.
this is Jia 'er riding a horse, this is Jia' er picking herbs, this is Jia 'er drawing brows, this is Jia' er reading books, and this is a crickets. the country guarding Duke introduced them to Lu Zheng one by one, and the more he talked, the happier he was. I still have many, many more. Let me tell you, I have a secret room. The entire secret room is your mother's painting. I've painted it all these years. Even your sister doesn't know."
Lu Zheng took a look at the portrait. It was indeed his mother's portrait. He had not seen it in the Lu family, but he had seen it in the Zhou family.
