My Lady Is Not A Demon

The prefect’s residence is not difficult to find. Chen Mu, disguised as an old man, can easily find out the address from the vendor.

But when Chen Mucong came to the mansion, he was surprised by the scene before him.

To be honest, Chen Mu has seen many official mansions, some are luxurious and luxurious, some are ordinary and simple, but there are also a few houses and yards at the worst, and there are several servants, which are not comparable to ordinary people.

However, the house in front of you... Uh, it can't be said to be a house, at most it is a dilapidated courtyard with two bedrooms.

It looks like a very poor home for ordinary people.

There is a big water tank with a cracked mouth at the door, and a small vegetable garden is planted next to it. There are two catties of bacon hanging on the pillars in front of the main house. There are also a few chicks in the yard leisurely foraging...

If not for repeated confirmation, Chen Mu thought he had found the wrong place.

The dignified prefect lives in this place?

"Unbelievable."

A young girl's immature voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Chen Mu turned his head and found that there was a slender, yellow-faced yellow-haired girl beside him at some unknown time.

The girl carried an old yellowed package, her body still smelled of dust, and there were traces of frostbite on her hands. At first glance, she was a refugee from a very poor family.

Who is this?

Chen Mu frowned.

When she was about to pretend to leave as if nothing had happened, she suddenly blinked her eyes, showing a trace of joking, and she was immediately stunned.

Chen Mu grabbed the other's arm and said in a low voice angrily, "Didn't you let you take care of Xiao Qiao'er? What are you doing here? Go back quickly. Did you hear me!"

"Hmph, people come as they want, leave as they want, are you in charge?"

Man Jiaye hummed twice, and suddenly hugged Chen Mu's arm... to be precise, he held the other person, and yelled sweetly: "Grandpa, isn't it good for Xiao Ye'er to honor you? Xiao Ye'er is very good."

Worried again?

Chen Mu Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but he was also a little proud: "You let me take advantage of this, not that I have to be your grandfather."

As soon as the voice fell, the soft flesh of the waist was accurately pinched by the woman's jade hand, and he turned a half circle.

"Don't worry, the cheap will be taken back."

Looking at Chen Mu's twitching face, Man Jiaye smiled and asked. "Chen Da catches his head, do you think he is doing a show or is he really innocent."

"If he can show off for a lifetime, it means he is really innocent."

Chen Mu was extremely emotional.

Manjiaye couldn't help but sneered and sneered: "How many such officials can there be in the Great Yan Dynasty? First of all, you must be ruled out as a corrupt official."

Although there was a bit of admiration from the bottom of his heart, Chen Mu murmured: "If the civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty are like this, then there is a big problem. Not to mention that the dynasty can stand for five hundred years, it means that it will last for a hundred years. It's choking."

"why?"

The woman was puzzled and raised her dark face that had been exposed to the sun.

Chen Mu was about to speak, but considering the other party's IQ, he didn't waste his words after thinking about it, and then asked, "Are you planning to investigate with me?"

"Otherwise? You will definitely be suspicious without my help."

Man Jiaye gave him a Jiao Jiao glance.

She half supported and half dragged Chen Mu, who was unprepared, toward the small courtyard. When she entered the door, she shouted like a neighbor stopping by, "Is anyone?"

After a while, an old-faced man walked out of the house.

The man wore a coarse cloth shirt with several wrinkles and gullies engraved on his face, his hair was mostly white, but his eyes were piercing.

If it hadn't been mentally prepared, Chen Mu would have thought this was an old servant.

But at this time, he already understood that the person in front of him was the prefect of Fenghua City, Deng Wensheng, a legendary figure who truly made the ‘poor’ official to the extreme.

"You are?"

Deng Wensheng looked at the old and the young in front of him, and asked with his face.

"Hello Lord Deng, we are from Caohuan County." Man Jiaye took out a neatly stored envelope from the package very cautiously and handed it respectfully.

Deng Wensheng took a towel and wiped his hands, then took the letter.

After opening it and looking at it for a while, the brows gradually stretched, and the eyes that looked at the two people softened: "It turns out that it is you. The magistrate Yang has reported this matter before, saying that you want to settle in the city."

"Yes, I hope Master Deng can help me and Grandpa."

Man Jiaye looked at each other nervously.

But Chen Mu, who was next to him, looked dumbfounded, completely unaware of what the two of them were talking about?

What is Caohuan County?

What Lord Yang?

However, seeing Manjiaye's short words let Deng Wensheng release his vigilance, and his heart was even more emotional.

This woman used it at critical moments, and it was indeed smooth.

Master Deng stared at Chen Mu with a sharp disappointed gaze, raised his hand and opened the door curtain and said lightly, "Come in first."

Entering the house, a faint musty smell penetrated into the nose, and powder dust was visible in the sunlight through the window.

Whether it is furniture or pots and pans, it can be seen old.

There are a few radishes stained with soil on the ground, some broken leaves are placed on the chopping board, and there are two freshly peeled potatoes next to it...

Chen Mu secretly barked his teeth.

Your uncle's, even the servants of ordinary prefects are not so shabby.

"Sit down, please."

Master Deng vacated two empty chairs and poured a cup of tea for each person himself.

Tea is a very low-grade mixed tea with a lot of residue.

Sitting on the squeaky chair, Chen Mu took the tea from the other party in a panic, feeling the heat from the cup, as if he had a dreaming feeling.

I don't know what the mood of other officials was when they came to visit on weekdays. I guess they would be very restless.

The same is an official, when you have a reference, you will not consciously make comparisons.

Whether it is admiration, contempt, or shame, there will eventually be a very awkward feeling.

"Looking at the temperament of the old man, I must be someone who has studied for a few years. If you don’t dislike it, I can arrange for you to go to the college as a chore. The old man will take care of the flowers and plants during his leisure time, and you girl will serve tea to the gentlemen. ."

Master Deng spoke straightforwardly while sitting on a small stool and continued to peel the potatoes.

There is absolutely no way of being an official and courtesy of hospitality.

It seems that the prefect is cooking by himself.

Man Jiaye held the tea cautiously, with curiosity, fear and confusion on his rough, tanned face, completely vividly interpreting an ordinary girl who had just arrived in the prefecture.

Hearing what the other party said, Man Jiaye's face suddenly became a little more excited, and he even said gratefully in the authentic native dialect:

"Thank you Lord Deng...Thank you Lord Deng, Grandpa and I will never forget your great kindness..."

Chen Mu also wanted to pretend to thank him, but was kicked lightly by the woman, and stopped speaking, holding a teacup to show a cautious and bad-spoken old man.

Women are born to act.

"It's a small matter."

Lord Deng said lightly. "The flood caused by the torrential rain in Caoxin County led to the destruction of many farms and houses. Although there were no casualties under the timely remedial action of Mr. Yang, the confiscated harvest and shelter would be tantamount to deprivation of survival. Official negligence. If you have any requirements, as long as your faculty can do it, you will never resign."

Manjiaye showed a sad face: "No one can complain about natural disasters. It is a great kindness for adults to ask for a bite of food for our grandparents. How dare you ask for more."

As she said, she got up and made a not-so-standard blessing, and tears fell from her eyes: "In any case, the adults are our reborn parents."

The corners of Chen Mu's mouth twitched.

If this woman was born in a modern society, she would be a proper shadow of the entertainment industry.

"parents……"

Master Deng looked in a trance as if he was thinking of something, and a touch of self-deprecating appeared on his wrinkled face.

He picked up the rag and wiped his hands, then stood up and said, "Just so, I will write a letter, you take it to the dean of Sifang Academy, and he will arrange for you."

"Master Deng, that..."

Man Jiaye seemed to have something unspeakable, and finally summoned the courage to say. "My grandfather used to believe in Buddha, I heard that you must believe in Goddess of Destiny to enter Fenghua City, so..."

"You don't need to care what you believe." Lord Deng waved his hand.

Man Jiaye frowned and asked timidly: "Then...Will the goddess be angry?"

"she?"

Lord Deng smiled faintly. "Don't worry, Weathering City belongs to the court, not the Valley of Destiny."

However, Chen Mu keenly caught that when the word'Goddess' was mentioned, a concealed mockery was drawn across the corner of the opponent's lips.

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