"Miss Ning Zhi, are you trying to stop me?"

The clouds and mist were shrouded, and the sky that had just rained was very hazy, and occasionally a lone bird flew high and chirped twice, which made the situation in front of him more and more silent.

In the front yard of Meng's mansion, two tall figures confronted each other, and the slightly shorter person heard the words and knelt on the ground with a thud:

"The slave didn't dare, but the old lady commanded, saying that you haven't asked her for two days, please come over now."

Shen Zhihe was dressed in blue pigment and clean clothes, and only a flower was obliquely placed on her high bun, and she did not apply powder on her face, but her eyebrows were only raised, which was enough to capture people's souls.

Shen Zhihe sneered lowly, his eyes swept around, and then fell back to Ning Zhi, who was kneeling in front of him, and the first two words were bitten tightly:

"My husband led the soldiers to crusade against the rebellious city yesterday, and I sent him out of the city gate with my mother, why didn't I ask for peace? As for my return to the Shen Mansion today, my mother also knows, why did you let me stop me now? Or do you dare to falsely pass orders? ”

She was a noble lady with dignity, and her tone was always cold, but every word was pressed on the person in front of her, Ning Zhi even had her back a little lowered, and she didn't even dare to move the cleaning maid in the front yard.

Shen Zhihe's last few words were even more bluffing Ning Zhi like a startled sparrow, she knelt low, the tip of her forehead against the bluestone brick, and her nasal voice hurriedly circled the back of her head:

"The young lady forgives the sin, the slave and maid have no intention of offending, this is really ......"

Ning Zhi bit his lower lip, and Nuo Nuo kowtowed, which meant a lot.

Shen Zhihe watched her movements, and the ripples in the autumn water rippled, and he felt a little cold.

Of course, she knew what Ning Zhiwei's words were.

The old lady was very distressed when she saw that her son was going out to fight again, and she heard that Shen Zhihe's father ordered him to find the bones of his biological mother, so she didn't even like Shen Zhihe for no reason.

Now like this, it's just a pure heart like adding a block to Shen Zhihe.

Anyway, she is also a noble girl from a family, why is she so messing around like this when she is old?

"This is a post from my father himself."

Shen Zhihe glanced at it, and Ying'er, who had been standing silently, understood, and handed the red post in his arms to Ning Zhi, and the two looked at each other, and the disdain in Ying'er's eyes was undisguised.

Shen Zhihe narrowed his eyes, a white grease neck, holding a peach cheek and apricot face, the smile lines at the corners of his lips did not move, and he replied:

"You go and hand it over to your mother and her old man, if you have any objections, you can go to the Shen Mansion to ask me in person."

Ning Zhiyu's eyelashes trembled, and the hand holding the post didn't dare to move: "The slave understands." ”

In fact, the old lady just sent herself to provoke people's suspicions, but she didn't really dare to stop Shen Zhihe, this called the old lady to go to the Shen Mansion to beg for people, and she didn't dare.

If the family changes to someone else's daughter-in-law who is not from a high background, in addition to joy and mourning, it is common for the old lady in charge to find an excuse to prevent her from returning to her parents' home.

But the daughter-in-law of the old lady of the Meng family is the daughter of the prime minister who leans towards the government and the opposition, Shen Xiangzhi is the prince of the country, and Shen Zhihe is the only daughter under his knees.

No matter how much Mrs. Meng messes around, she only dares to vent her anger.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhi's eyes dimmed a little.

Shen Zhihe took her expression into her eyes, she has always been cold and aggressive in the Meng Mansion on weekdays, but she worked hard for a day yesterday before returning to the house today, which Ning Zhi can be regarded as hitting the muzzle of the gun.

Huang Ying'er cried in the courtyard, the dead leaves fell with the wind, Shen Zhihe retracted his gaze, turned around and went to the carriage that had been waiting outside the gate of the mansion for a long time, and the tail corner of the cloak that was lifted inadvertently brushed Ning Zhi's face on the ground, and his delicate face suddenly turned red.

She didn't say anything, just lowered her eyes and saluted again in the direction where Shen Zhihe left.

The sky was dark, and the autumn wind outside the carriage was chilling.

Shen Zhihe frowned, only to feel that today's sedan chair was particularly swaying and shaking, stirring her all the way, her eyes were black, and Ying'er hurriedly handed over the prepared sour oranges, but Shen Zhihe stretched out his hand to brush it away.

She covered her lips and turned pale.

The carriage galloped quickly on the street, and the wheels of the carriage ran over the road marks on Huai'an Avenue, rolling up the dust, and passers-by lowered their heads when they saw the bright and dangling word "Shen" on the eaves, and did not dare to look again.

Finally stopped in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Shen Zhihe's stomach was already stirring upside down, she exhaled deeply, cut her sideburns, and then helped Ying'er's men in the carriage.

Walking through the familiar pavilions and pavilions, Shen Zhihe walked steadily to the study, her heart trembled, her thoughts burst out, but she didn't show half a point on her face.

She didn't wait in front of the study, because as soon as the little guy saw Shen Zhihe, he had already bowed down and invited her in.

Shen Zhihe stood in front of the cabinet secretary, only to see the person on the seat with eyebrows like knives, cold eyes hidden in the sea, although he was sitting, but his body was straight, majestic like a mountain.

Shen Zhihe lowered his eyes, knelt down in a proper manner and bowed, her sandalwood skirt was patterned with peach patterns, rippling on the ground, and the belt around her waist showed her thin waist:

"Daughter, please father."

Shen Xiang lifted his eyelids and looked over, but he raised his eyebrows at Ying'er.

Ying'er understood, every time she was in front of Shen Xiang, she was like a mouse seeing a cat, Ying'er hurriedly got up with her feet, quietly glanced at the person on the ground, and followed the little guy out, the door squeaked and closed, and there was only silence in the room.

After a long time, Shen Xiangcai calmed down, like a black bird on a branch: "Get up." ”

Shen Zhihe breathed in response, his breath was exhaled very slowly, and his eyebrows were thin.

"Yesterday, you sent your husband out of the city?"

Shen Xiang lowered his eyes and looked fixedly at the words written on the table.

Shen Zhihe lowered his eyes and narrowed his eyebrows, his eyebrows were low, as if there were thousands of miles of wind, snow and dust to cross: "Yes." ”

"Wei's bones, when Meng Jinghuai comes back, I will find a grave for her, so that she can be buried-" Shen Xiang stretched out his voice, "She is fierce and chaste, I will carve the position of her Shen family's side room." ”

It was said that Wei's, and the tone was a high-minded charity.

The lowered eyes were full of irony, and Shen Zhihe only felt that his heart was like a roar climbing up the mountain range, which made her stomach cramp even worse, and she suppressed the meaning and responded:

"Thank you, father."

Shen Xiang seemed to hear the tremor in Shen Zhihe's voice, but the autumn wind blew the tiles and leaves, and he was not surprised by the half-wave of the chalk-colored robe on his body.

Half-ringing, Shen Xiang lifted his eyelids, raised his gaze from the half-old piece of paper, and looked at the person in front of him, the daughter who had been named "Zhihe" from the beginning.

He looked at her through the flickering candle flame, Shen Zhihe's skin was eighty percent out of her biological mother Wei's, they were all gorgeous people, but they melted the beauty of Jiangnan.

The branches, which are like those dragging in the north wind, refuse to stand still or be rushed, for they refuse to do anything.

In fact, there is no reluctance, but it is just stubbornness that has not yet recognized the reality.

Shen Xiang's mountain-like resolute lips moved, and he said in a deep voice:

"I know what you're thinking, but this time—it's not in my plans."