"Miss Cousin, you're blushing," the little maid sneered at the sight of her expression.

At this moment, Miss Biao's face turned even redder, and she said shyly: "How can there be!" ”

Chong Chong closed the door, Miss Ying Ying turned around, and hurriedly walked towards the house, afraid that the maid next to her would look at her blushing expression again.

blame that rude disciple for making me ugly. Miss Cousin, who was walking on the road, thought hatefully in her heart.

"Brother Zhu!" Zhang Zhiyun called in the ear of Zhu Ziming, who was in a daze.

"What a cute chick" Zhu Ziming sighed in admiration, came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, is there something wrong?" ”

Chicks? This Brother Zhu is really weird to speak, Zhang Zhiyun shook his head secretly.

For this Brother Zhu to open his mouth and become a poem, the literary style is affirmed, Zhang Zhiyun couldn't help but admire a little more in his heart, but just now Brother Zhu was about to drool, he really didn't dare to compliment: "The door of the Shen Mansion is open, since Brother Zhu is delivering the letter, he can send the letter now." ”

Zhang Zhiyun's eyes flashed like a sigh, Zhu Ziming was thoughtful, and naturally understood what he was thinking, he was not an errand runner, if it wasn't for the life-saving benefactor who wanted to send the letter by himself, he didn't have the time to run as a courier.

It's just strange to say, this life-saving benefactor has some quirks, and he seems to like to be quiet, and he actually hides in the mountains alone, but if he hadn't been in the mountains, he wouldn't have saved his life by chance.

I don't know what his relationship with Shen Fu is, Zhu Ziming couldn't help but think of this, shook his head, what does it matter what his relationship is, after delivering the letter, hurry up and seek a way to survive.

Zhu Ziming, who likes to be lively, will not live in the mountains with that eccentric person, but in this strange world, he has no relatives and no reason, he must support himself, and there is not much left in his body, so it is time to find some way to make a fortune.

"Squeak" The door of the Shen Mansion was slowly pushed open, and then a few family members came out of it, only to see them carrying tables and chairs to the side of the gate, and after the steward sat down, a family member shouted: "Those who come to apply for the nursing home, please come here to sign up." ”

"Boom!" As soon as the family said this, everyone rushed to the table, and they didn't dare to move too much, so as not to anger the steward and cancel the qualifications, and the gains outweighed the losses.

Looking at the group of wolf-like "talents", Zhang Zhiyun scoffed: "A group of idle guys don't know what to do with the fun." ”

The Shen Mansion has limited enrollment in nursing homes, and it will not want these sons and sisters who only know how to dance and write, they will definitely be busy in vain today, but as long as they see Miss Shen, they are all willing.

Zhu Ziming smiled and said nothing, did not squeeze towards the table, but walked to the front of the courtyard on both sides of the gate of the Shen Mansion, and said with a smile: "I have a letter here, bothering the two eldest brothers to hand it over to Mrs. Shen." ”

Letter? The two nurses were stunned, thinking that the black-faced big man was here to go through the back door, but they didn't expect it to deliver a letter.

One of the nurses quickly took the white envelope he took out of his arms, on which was written a few words for Mrs. Shen, and the nurse nodded: "Please wait here for a while." ”

I wanted to hand in the letter and leave, but I didn't expect to wait here, is it to give me some reward? Zhu Ziming secretly thought in his heart, anyway, the Shen Mansion is rich, why don't you give me a few hundred taels, so that I can buy a house and take a few more concubines?

In the face of this strange era, the former Zhu Ziming was also frightened and confused, don't look at Zhu Ziming is only twenty-three years old, but his mind is much more mature than his peers.

Now his dream is to have a home, marry her beautiful wives, and live this life happily.

The response beside him was in full swing, and Zhu Ziming was already a little impatient to wait, and when he was about to leave directly, the nursing home was hurrying here, panting and said: "This brother, my wife is invited." ”

Zhu Ziming's breath was suffocated, he was just an errand runner, what did Mrs. Shen do when she saw me, was it because of him? nodded, and quickly followed the nursing home into the house.

Walking through the front yard of the green trees and the fragrance of flowers, Zhu Ziming followed the courtyard to the front of the council hall of the Shen Mansion.

The hall was very quiet at the moment, and he could only hear the faint dull breathing in the hall, the atmosphere was very depressing, and Zhu Ziming felt that something was wrong.

At this moment, there are three people in the hall, sitting in front of the hall is a plump woman, apricot eyes and moth eyebrows, with a rich face, at a glance, you can know that it is Mrs. Shen, and on both sides are the handsome girl who was watching the excitement in the crack of the door just now, and the old housekeeper.

Mrs. Shen's eyes had a faint majesty, and when she looked at Zhu Ziming, she first looked at it carefully, sometimes shook her head, sometimes nodded, she really didn't know what she was thinking, and the old housekeeper also had the same expression as Mrs. Shen, as if she wanted to see through him.

Only the little girl, with a hint of resentment on her pretty face, looked at him, it turned out to be this disciple!

"Ma'am, the people have already been brought," said the Guardian with a fist.

Zhu Ziming was confused, did he have something on his face, what are you looking at.

After coming back to her senses, Mrs. Shen nodded: "You can retreat first." ”

After the nursing home retreated, Mrs. Shen asked lightly, "What's your name?" ”

Zhu Ziming replied unsurprised: "Under Zhu Dachang." ”

After a moment of silence, a hint of disappointment flashed in Mrs. Shen's eyes, and she muttered softly to the old butler: "Steward Li, is it him?" ”

Steward Li frowned slightly, and thought about it: "Madam, this Zhu Ziming looks a little similar to him, but he is not so dark, and he is also a lot stronger, maybe he is tanned outside, the old man really doesn't dare to determine." ”