Cold sweat seeped out from his forehead, and the severe pain in his hands made Shen Zhihe grit his teeth, and even his body trembled slightly, just now, it was Old Madam Meng's attendant who deliberately pinched her.

And who sees it? In other words, no one pretends to have seen it.

The Meng family can't tolerate her, even if she is the only daughter of Prime Minister Shen, but she can't change the identity of a concubine in the outer room, the Yan Dynasty attaches the most importance to filial piety, let alone a woman like Mrs. Meng?

I'm afraid that in less than half a day, Shen Zhihe's name of disrespecting his mother-in-law and fierce woman will spread all over Huai'an.

"Mother—"

The maids and maids in the pavilion all looked at their noses and noses, and Meng Jinghuai frowned and drank softly.

"Jing Huai," he didn't say anything, and the half-closed General Meng opened his eyes and stood up steadily, it was the erect breath in the cry of the crane resentful ape, and the arc spear broke through the air, shaking people's hearts, "You come with me." ”

Shen Zhihe only felt that the burning heat in his hands seemed to spread to his heart, tearing, and it was a pain that pierced his heart.

Meng Jinghuai and General Meng looked at each other in a stalemate, and for a long time, Meng Jinghuai pinched his palm fiercely, took the lead in lowering his eyebrows, and pursed his thin lips: "Yes." ”

The old general was as steady as a loose, and walked straight out, Meng Jinghuai paused for a moment, his eyes reflected the glass lamp in the pavilion and froze three feet, his eyes flashed with sorrow, and in an instant, he was helpless, and his big palm gently patted Shen Zhihe on the shoulder, and then went out with the footsteps ahead.

The atmosphere in the pavilion was not out, and the clothes wet by the hot tea were already cold, Shen Zhihe took off his cloak when he came in, and at this time, the early spring wind entered along the sleeve collar, and the semi-wet skirt was close to the skin, and the cold swelled with a shiver.

She still knelt on the ground and remained in her original state, although there was a blanket on the ground, but after a long time, the cold entered her knees, and she still panicked.

"Originally, I heard that the grandmother who came out of the palace personally taught you the rules," the Buddhist beads in Mrs. Meng's hand kept turning, looking at her for a while, the two fingers of her right hand were bent together, and she gently tapped the table, "Could it be that I heard it?" ”

"It's because the daughter-in-law is not strict with the rules, and the daughter-in-law knows her mistakes." Shen Zhihe bit her lower lip tightly, she was a pampered girl, and at this time there were blisters on her hands, her skin was white, and she looked very scary.

Mrs. Meng made a gesture in her hand: "Before you cardamom, you were all raised in Jiangnan?" ”

"Yes." Shen Zhihe's face was not half invisible, but the thin fingers hidden under the wide cuffs were tightening inch by inch and pinching into the palm of his hand.

Since she was born, she has lived in a small town with her biological mother, and the mist in the south of the Yangtze River is her Yingying autumn waves, and the gentleness depicted by Fan Dai is crushed and stuffed into her bones, but she is born to be charming and natural.

"It's a delicate look, no wonder Huai'er likes it." Mrs. Meng took the fragrant tea handed by her mother-in-law, took a sip, and said something meaningful, "My son is still young." ”

Shen Zhihe's throat trembled slightly.

She knew that an orthodox lady like the old lady looked down on a face like her the most, and she always felt charming.

It's just that the skin is in trouble, so why is the beauty innocent?

"Huai'er is busy with official business, don't bother him if you have nothing to do on weekdays." Seeing that Shen Zhihe was silent and kept holding a respectful look, Old Madam Meng was also a little more relieved, "Get up." ”

Ying'er finally waited for the old lady's words, she hurriedly propped up her hands, stepped forward to support Shen Zhihe's crumbling body, and tears kept falling.

Shen Zhihe only felt that his knees were numb, and his body was weak when he stood up, but fortunately Ying'er supported her, Shen Zhihe patted Ying'er's hand lightly, indicating that it was okay.

The knuckles caged in the sleeves were stretched, and as soon as the numbness passed, Shen Zhihe raised his hand to straighten his sideburns, smoothed the folds on his clothes, and bowed, with a sour voice: "Thank you, mother." ”

The sound of the wind rolling up her clothes made a few wisps of shredded sound, and Mrs. Meng frowned and motioned for her mother-in-law to use the fork to put down the silver-red curtain paste pane that had been erected, and as soon as her chin was raised, Shen Zhihe looked at it.

It's the mother-in-law who came to collect the white handkerchief this morning.

"She is my personal maid here, and now she is going to your yard to teach you the rules, and she also has many helpers." Old Madam Meng motioned for the mother-in-law to step forward and stared straight at Shen Zhihe, "You are still young, and you are not in a hurry to take over the housekeeping business." ”

Sure enough, that's the point.

Shen Zhihe's heart sank, she knew that the old lady would not hand over the power of housekeeping, and now she sent a mother-in-law, saying that she was helping to teach, but in fact it was just to keep an eyeliner.

It's just that she's not in a hurry.

"Yes." Shen Zhihe replied in a deep voice.

After saying nothing for a while, Old Madam Meng was old, her eyebrows were tired, and she waved her hand: "You go back." ”

"The daughter-in-law retired." Shen Zhihe was saluting, then turned around and walked out of the main courtyard, his gaze passed through the corridor, and fell on the leaves that were swirling in the wind.

The branches are thinned and covered with tiles, and the green shoots are drawn, and it seems that it is another good spring.

Ying'er opened her mouth to say something, but her hand was tightened by Shen Zhihe.

Shen Zhihe's eyes motioned to the mother-in-law behind her to follow, and she looked at her: "What's your name?" ”

"Mrs. Hui, slave Wang, you can call me Wang Po." Wang Po has a straight face, behaves in a standardized manner, and can't find a trace of mistakes.

Shen Zhihe didn't say anything, and went all the way back to the familiar courtyard, but saw a few small servants in front of the courtyard moving wooden ladders and holding some plaques.

"What's that?" Shen Zhihe raised his eyes and looked at it.

"You and the young master have married, according to the rules, there is a plaque in the courtyard," Wang Po lowered her eyebrows, and after a moment, she continued the second half of the sentence, "It is the words inscribed by the young master himself." ”

Shen Zhihe stepped forward, only to see the little guy bowing his head respectfully, and on the plaque he put down, Long Feifeng was dancing with three big characters - Pujia Courtyard.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost.

It was inscribed by Meng Jinghuai himself.

Shen Zhihe only glanced at it, then looked away, her face did not change, and she went straight to the cabinet, Ying'er took Wang Po to the backyard, Shen Zhihe was alone, holding the chair on his back, his apricot eyes were lightly closed, and he tilted his head back.

The jade hand was red and swollen, and it was numb, Shen Zhihe ignored it, there was medicinal powder on the bookcase, and the dark red bottle body was almost integrated with the case.

Who put it? It's obvious.

is a person who has an ignorant dream of Guan Ju at the age of the beginning of love, and still dreams of a lifetime.

But in this game, wishful thinking and delusion are the most useless and ridiculous things.

Under the hanging flower door in the inner courtyard of the study at the other end of the Meng Mansion, the dark bamboo shadow sifted on the man with his straight back, and he stood with his hands in his hands, looking directly at the person who was sitting.

"Jing Huai, you are more and more lifted."

General Meng sat on a small table in the corner, where a game of chess was arranged, and he had personally wiped the dust every day over the years, never pretending to be in the hands of others, but he had never touched the layout of the board.

"I've got my own measure." Meng Jing bowed his head, leaned out half-loudly, pointed into the Gu to take the child, locked his eyes on the chess game, his face was not waveless, and he entered the game with a white soldier, his eyes were gloomy.

Old General Meng raised his eyebrows and sighed slightly.

"You're still in the game."

Meng Jinghuai threw the chess pieces back into the jade box, his eyebrows were colorless, he added Xiao Suo, looked in all directions, and set in the direction of Qianqing: "This chessboard has been empty for too long." ”

Ziwei Star shines again in the chess game of Tiangong.

"It's time to fall."