Vicious Male Partner is a Girl

At the spring banquet, Shen Xiangpei, who had always been generous and decent, was humiliated. On the way back home, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't let it go. She has long been used to Shen Fengzhang's patience, and Shen Xiangpei didn't think about how it would affect Shen Fengzhang if Shen Fengzhang nodded at that time. She only thought, why did the second brother deny it when he knew it would embarrass her?

Is it true that, as others have said, the second brother is trying to get ahead, and he will use all means to get in touch with Xie Erlang and others, regardless of the relationship between siblings?

Thinking of how the second brother bullied the eldest brother, she felt that this guess was more reasonable.

The more Shen Xiangpei thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she thought about it, the sadder she became. After getting out of the car, she rushed into the Yu family's yard, lay in Yu's arms and cried loudly.

Yu's temperament is a bit weak, and she didn't even care about things in the past. Although she loves her daughter dearly, after hearing her daughter's cry, she did not reprimand Shen Fengzhang as Shen Xiangpei thought. She knew well that Shen Fengzhang was not obliged to make things right for her daughter.

In Yu's courtyard, Shen Xiangpei stopped crying, and his expression gradually returned to calm, as if he had listened to his mother's comfort. But after walking out of Yu's courtyard, Shen Xiangpei became more and more unwilling. She simply took the maid to Zheng's yard.

Shen Xiangpei knew from an early age that her concubine was different from other concubines. A Niang loves her, but she often teaches her the principles of life and conduct. On the contrary, it is the concubine Zheng who spoils her even more.

Mrs. Zheng was chatting with Mrs. Zheng in the room. When she heard that the second lady had arrived, she immediately showed surprise on her face, and quickly ordered the maid to bring over the snacks that the second lady liked. She sat in the room with a smile and waited for the second lady, but when she saw someone coming in from outside the room, she immediately turned pale with fright.

Since she became lame, she didn't like to walk around, but now Mrs. Zheng didn't care about her indecent walking posture, she got up and hurried to Er Niangzi's side.

"What happened to Second Lady?! Who bullied Second Lady?!"

Hearing Zheng's anxious and distressed voice, Shen Xiangpei's tears rolled out of her eyes.

"Auntie, it's—it's the second brother—"

Not long after, Lady Zheng's capable maid, Luzhu, left the yard and walked towards Jingxingyuan.

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It was already a quarter of the afternoon when we came back from Zhongshan Beiyuan, and the afternoon sun was particularly bright. Shen Fengzhang was sitting under the old osmanthus tree in the courtyard, reading a book. The book she took from the study was an old book. Three different handwritings were left in the margins of the book.

From the annotations, Shen Fengzhang seems to have seen the old county man who treats people with sincerity, the original owner's father Shen Yi who is cold-hearted, and the original owner who is full of thoughts and hidden inferiority.

She was watching it interestingly, when she suddenly heard that the lady outside the courtyard informed Mrs. Zheng that the green pearl from the courtyard was coming.

"Your servant pays homage to your lord." Lu Zhu saluted, "I am here to invite you to Jingjiao Courtyard by order of Mrs. Zheng."

Without raising his eyes, Shen Fengzhang slowly turned over a page. On this page, there is a story of "Xu Jin is not paid". A merchant was traveling in a boat, but the boat capsized on the way. He promised a hundred gold to the fisherman and asked the fisherman to save him. After the fisherman rescued the merchant, he only received ten gold pieces. He reasoned with the merchant, but got the merchant's reply, "If so, how much can a fisherman get in a day? But if he gets ten gold pieces all of a sudden, is it not worth it?" A few months later, the businessman was traveling by boat and fell into the water again. He asked the fisherman who happened to be there with a lot of money for help, but the fisherman did not save him. Someone asked why the fisherman didn't save him? The fisherman told the past, accused the merchant of being dishonest, and watched the merchant drown with his own eyes.

The old Duke's comment was: "Sigh. One should be honest and honest, and one must never go back on one's word and keep one's word. The death of Jiaren is not to be blamed."

Under the comment of the old Duke, there is another line of sharp handwriting, "Mr. Jia is stupid. Since he has distrusted this fisherman, why not change his course? You can also hire another fisherman to take the helm."

The original owner's handwriting is more than neat, but not strong enough, "What my grandfather said is right. What my father said is also right."

"Master, Mrs. Zheng would like to invite Master over here." Luzhu repeated.

Shen Fengzhang thought for a while, picked up a pen and wrote a few words in the blank space of the page.

"Those who experience a setback gain wisdom. The fault of Jia Ren is that he didn't learn how to swim."

"Master Lang?" Luzhu couldn't wait for Shen Fengzhang's answer for a long time, so she had to repeat it again.

"No."

"Master Lang." Luzhu begged.

Turning over the pages of the book, Shen Fengzhang didn't lift his head, and whispered to the maidservant in the courtyard: "Fang Zhi, see off the guests."

After Lu Zhu left, Fang Zhi brought tea for Shen Fengzhang.

She said softly, "My lord, is it inappropriate to reject Mrs. Zheng like this? I'm afraid it will hurt your reputation." After all, it is the lord's mother. If people know about it, they will say that the lord is not filial and disrespectful to his mother.

Shen Fengzhang blew on the tea and took a shallow sip. After handing over the teacup to Fangzhi, she said, "Don't worry about it."

Fame is such an ethereal thing, if you care about it, it is so important, if you don't care about it, it is worthless. As it happens, she is someone who doesn't care about fame.

Shen Fengzhang really didn't want to make false promises with Zheng Shi again.

The sound of turning the pages of the book was clear and sweet to Shen Fengzhang's ears, and the annotations on the blank space of the paper revealed another broader and more exciting world full of blades and swords, power struggles. The original owner left her a male identity, and her world is no longer limited to the small world of the inner house.

She still has a lot to do now.

The first is to take back the real power of the county prince from Erfang, and the second is to find a way to become an official.

It seems to be two things, but it is actually one thing.

The prefectures of Da Zhou had 3,000 households in Shiyi, usually a county, and there were more than 30 subordinate officials to manage the land of the prefecture. The original owner's fief is in Shixing County. However, when the original owner inherited the title, the second uncle, Shen Zhen, was eloquent and pleaded with the current emperor to manage Shixing County for her on the grounds that the original owner was too young.

Shixing County is one of the relatively wealthy counties in Dazhou. In these years, Shen Zhen stayed in Shixing County to manage Shixing County for the original owner, and he did not know how much money he secretly got. Erfang now wears gold and silver in her life, relying on Shen Zhen.

Of course, Shen Fengzhang didn't want to use his income from the city to spend on the second wife. However, it is certainly impossible for Shen Zhen to take the initiative to return the real power of the county magistrate to her.

The only way is to let the Supreme Being decree to return it.

However, this has something to do with becoming an official.

There is no imperial examination system in this dynasty, if she wants to become an official...

The yellowed paper was pinched by plain fingers, and it stayed in the air. Shen Fengzhang lowered his eyes slightly, and his deep black eyes showed a bit of thinking, which was astonishingly bright.

Shen Fengzhang didn't want to get entangled with Zheng's inner house affairs, but Zheng refused to let Shen Fengzhang go. Not long after Luzhu left, Shen Fengzhang was recalling the colleagues who had a good relationship with the old county prince and Father Shen back then, when he heard a voice outside the courtyard gate.

"What? As a mother, I am here to see my own son, and I still have to wait for you to report it?" Mrs. Zheng stood at the gate of the courtyard in a lotus dress, her eyes slightly squinted, her face was cold and angry, quite Powerful.

The attendant at the door looked embarrassed, "Madam Zheng calm down, this is the Lord's intention, no matter who it is, you must report." They didn't want to embarrass Madam Zheng, but Huang Zhong's lesson was still in front of them.

Mrs. Zheng frowned her willow-leaf eyebrows tightly, furiously, "Where is this—" Before she could finish her sentence, Zheng Yu who was behind her pulled her sleeves.

After Mrs. Zheng whispered a few words in Mrs. Zheng's ear, she stepped back behind Mrs. Zheng.

The anger on Madam Zheng's face gradually faded, she calmed down, and said softly, "Go and report."

The attendant entered the courtyard and came out after a while, with a polite smile on his face, he pushed the door open for Madam Zheng and welcomed her in.

Mrs. Zheng seldom comes to Jingxingyuan. She stepped into the unfamiliar courtyard, and saw Shen Fengzhang sitting under the osmanthus tree reading a book.

Despite taking those medicines, Shen Fengzhang's appearance is still somewhat soft, not as sharp-edged as a real man. This bit of softness made her look more delicate, like jade stone washed and polished by a stream. Under the green osmanthus tree, a young man with black hair and plain clothes, so delicate and so handsome that he is indistinguishable between male and female, is like a crane drinking fairy dew and sitting in the clouds.

The rays of light when the golden crow fell to the west were rouge in appropriate shades, which dazzled on the cheeks and applied to the corners of the eyes, adding a touch of color to this carefully carved jade figure.

Madam Zheng was stunned by this picture for a moment, and hesitated. When she came back to her senses, she was annoyed in her heart, took a deep breath, intentionally did not restrain her slightly limping right leg, and limped towards Shen Fengzhang.

"Azhang. Are you still blaming me? That's why you won't come to see me?" Mrs. Zheng's voice trembled slightly, her eyes were slightly red, and she looked at Shen Fengzhang with heartache and sadness in her eyes, which was in stark contrast to Shen Fengzhang who was reading a book by himself. Compared.

Comparing the two, the servants around all felt a little sympathetic to Mrs. Zheng, and murmured in their hearts: Mr. Xiao Lang is too unfeeling and indifferent.

With a click, Shen Fengzhang closed the book and looked at Zheng with a half-smile.

Under Shen Fengzhang's eyes that seemed to see through everything, trying to play the emotional card, the Zheng family, who used a soft policy, gradually couldn't hold back.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, Zheng sighed, and her voice softened, like a strict mother with good intentions but not understood, "Azhang, I know I was too impatient the first two times, but I'm also doing it for your own good." She attributed the previous two rough attitudes to the fact that a dutiful son was born under the stick.

"Your father left early, leaving us orphans and widowed mothers. The old lady is old, and the second wife is watching over you. Your situation is special. If I don't harden my heart, how can I promote your growth?"

What Zheng said was sincere, but Shen Fengzhang only believed it to a third. She put down the book in her hand, got up and walked to the side of the white orb flowers. The White Orb, which was in full bloom not long ago, is now on the verge of withering.

"My aunt came a little late. The white pearls in my yard bloomed very well a few days ago, but now—" she lifted the hem of her robe, leaned over to pick up a fallen petal, "it has been scorched and turned yellow."

"Flowers can't be red for a hundred days." Shen Fengzhang tore up the petals and waved them casually, seeming to regret, but also seemed to mean something.

There happened to be a broken petal stuck to Zheng's skirt with the wind, she stared at the petal, clenching her teeth.

"I understand what my aunt is thinking. But now that I am getting older, I can't ask my aunt to bother me so much." Shen Fengzhang ignored Zheng's slightly twitching eyes, and said with a smile: "My aunt has been worrying for so many years. You should live your life."

"Fangzhi, go and call a babysitter over to take Auntie back. Auntie's legs and feet are not good, so it's better not to go out for a walk in the future."

Sitting on the shoulder pad, Zheng's fingers stained with Danko pressed the broken petal hard, the oozing juice wet the fingertips, but Zheng didn't notice it at all. Zheng Shi has always been dignified and indifferent, but the ferocity in her eyebrows at this moment completely destroyed the temperament she has maintained for many years.

"Sister, she is warning me!" Mrs. Zheng is Zheng's nurse, but Zheng has not called her "sister" for many years, and now she is so angry that she subconsciously calls out this title again.

Back at Jingjiao Courtyard, the broken petals had already been twisted into mud by Mrs. Zheng, "A flower cannot be red for a hundred days, and a person cannot be happy for a thousand days." Shen Fengzhang was warning her that if she didn't stay in Jingjiao Courtyard obediently, she would still be happy. If you want to meddle in her affairs, you will end up with Hua!

Mrs. Zheng was not as angry as Mrs. Zheng, she thought about it for a while, then raised her head and asked softly: "My lady, have you ever thought about why Mr. Xiao Lang's attitude has changed so dramatically?"

After Mrs. Zheng said something, Zheng Shi also felt strange, as if overnight, Shen Fengzhang, who was originally respectful and filial to her, suddenly started to rebel against her.

"Could it be that Mr. Xiao Lang knew what happened back then?"

"Impossible!" Zheng denied it. She handled the events of that year very strictly, and it was absolutely impossible for Shen Fengzhang to know about them.

Ms. Zheng said her conjecture in a slow voice, "Could it be something evil?"

The candles lit at night suddenly flickered, the black shadows reflected on the wall suddenly twisted, a gust of cold wind rushed through the bottom of Zheng's skirt, and she only felt the slightest chill rising from her ankles.