Shen Ji glanced at her and chuckled helplessly, "Yes, Mr. Zhu is tough. He did all kinds of evil in Huainan in the early years. The people privately called him the Iron Overlord."
"It wasn't until the Zhu family got involved with the Duke of the state that the Zhu family calmed down a lot."
Fang Xu lowered his eyes and thought, his fingertips gently slid over Tang Pozi, thinking about something in his heart.
Seeing that Fang Xu was absent-minded, Shen Ji squeezed the tea cup in his hand, not daring to say another word, just hoping to stay a little longer.
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Duke's Mansion
Mrs. Zhu sat blankly in the courtyard, with an unopened letter from home lying on the stone table beside her.
"Madam." The mother-in-law walked into the yard in small steps, holding a porcelain bowl in her hand, with a worried look on her face, "The small kitchen has prepared chicken soup for you, drink some while it's hot."
Zhu didn't even look at it, she just whispered, "Put it aside."
"Madam should eat something at least." The mother-in-law put the bowl on the table and whispered, "The Duke is very busy these days and stays alone in the study. The old slave knows that Madam is upset, but she can't You are making fun of your own body."
Zhu's face turned pale, her previously round cheeks were sunken, and she looked thinner.
"Aunt Wu, if you think about it carefully, you have been with me for nine years." Mrs. Zhu looked dazed, her lips trembling, "You have watched me come here with your own eyes for so many years. Tell me, do I have a I'm sorry about the place in the Duke's Mansion?"
Aunt Wu let out a long sigh, with a trace of distress flashing in her eyes, and she spoke to persuade, "Madam, please forgive me for talking too much, but isn't this how we women live our lives?"
"When you marry a chicken, follow the chicken. When you marry a dog, follow the dog. It's inevitable for men to have flirtations. All we can do is be more open-minded and don't do stupid things."
Mrs. Zhu looked at her blankly, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses.
Aunt Wu's husband is Manager Lu of the Duke's Mansion. They were young and married, and now they hate each other.
Manager Lu took the money at home and went to Goulan to listen to music. He had three or four women living outside.
Even when the quarrels in the foreign affairs came to light, Aunt Wu insisted on women's ethics and dealt with those warblings for Manager Lu. Because she was sensible, Manager Lu had no idea of divorcing his wife, and the two of them just lived their lives like this. .
What results can be obtained by asking such a person?
Mrs. Zhu slowly looked away and stopped looking at her. It happened that Aunt Wu had no vision and was still chattering.
"Madam, please go and give in to the Duke. There is no hatred between the couple overnight. As long as you express your stance, no one can shake Madam's position."
Aunt Wu lowered her voice, as if she really cared about her.
As she listened, Zhu's fists clenched tighter and tighter, and she wanted to slam the chicken soup next to her on her head right then and there.
"If we women want to lose face and make our husbands unhappy..."
"enough!"
Madam Zhu shouted angrily, staring straight at her like knives, "Get out!"
"Madam..." Aunt Wu was startled, her body trembled, and she looked at the master who suddenly became angry in front of her.
"How many times do you want me to say this?" Zhu stared at her with an evil look in her eyes, "Get out of here!"
Aunt Wu moved her lips, her face dissatisfied, but she didn't dare to speak anymore, turned around and retreated.
Zhu looked back and caught a glimpse of the chicken soup beside her. She was so angry that she raised her hand and smashed the porcelain bowl on the ground.
"I heard the noise in my mother's yard from outside."
There was a voice outside the door, and Mrs. Zhu paused, then her eyes lit up for a moment, and she looked back at the door.
The next moment, a young man walked in outside. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old. He looked young, but his face was not very good. His brows were knitted and the corners of his lips were depressed, as if he was forced to come here.
"Su'er." Mrs. Zhu looked at him softly, with a smile on her face and loving eyes, "Why do you have time to see mother?"
"Didn't you hear that mother was playing tricks on father?" Qi Su did not salute, but sat on the stool farthest from Zhu. His eyes glanced at the chicken scattered on the ground, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.
The smile on Zhu's face paused, and her eyes were full of surprise, "Who told you this?"
"What else do others have to say?" Qi Su looked impatient, sat upright and said in a deep voice, "Father has been sleeping in the study these days, how could I not know?"
Mrs. Zhu suppressed her smile and lowered her head slightly. Most of the joy in her heart because her son came to see her disappeared.
Seeing her aggrieved and innocent face again, Qi Su couldn't help but clicked his tongue and scolded, "Mother, can you cause less trouble so that your son can worry less?"
Zhu raised her head in disbelief, her tone unable to hide the surprise, "I am your mother, how can you talk to me like this?"
Qi Su clenched his molar teeth and said with a worried expression, "If mother really wants to be respected by her son, it would be better to change your temper first."
"You go outside and ask around." Mrs. Zhu raised her arm and pointed to the door with an angry look on her face, "When you know the whole story, you won't come here to yell at me!"
"My son has no intention of asking, how could his father make such a mistake when he is such a good person?" Qi Su looked Zhu up and down, his eyes sarcastic, as if the person sitting opposite him was not his biological mother, but a person completely different from him. Irrelevant people.
"On the contrary, mother..." Qi Su chuckled and looked away in disgust, "My grandfather was a bully, but now you are teaching me..."
Before Qi Su finished speaking, Zhu lost his temper, stood up, stepped forward, and slapped Qi Su on the face.
"shut up!"
Qi Su's head tilted to one side, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and anger immediately arose.
Mrs. Zhu's eyes turned red with anger, her body couldn't stop shaking, and she shouted loudly, "How could such a rebellious thing arrange your relatives like this!"
Qi Su touched his numb cheek with the tip of his tongue and sneered, "Why, mother can't bear it anymore?"
Zhu was so angry that she raised her finger and pointed at Qi Su's face, her eyes full of disappointment, "No matter what ridiculous things your grandfather did in the past, you don't even have the guts to say a word about it!"
"Back then, you contracted a cold in Huainan and had a high fever that wouldn't go away. You were ill for more than a month. Your grandfather stayed with you day and night until you recovered."
"When you were ten years old, you were out to play with your companions, but accidentally fell off a horse and broke your right leg. It was your uncle who sought medical treatment everywhere that prevented you from becoming a lame. He even used herbs to regenerate broken bones. Your second uncle personally found them all."
After saying that, Mrs. Zhu could no longer stand still and fell down on the stone bench, "Anyone in the world can scold the Zhu family, but you, Qi Su, can't!"
"Why don't you ask your father, whom you admire so much, which woman died when you were injured and had a fever?"
Qi Su's face turned pale. He had never seen Zhu lose his temper like this before, but he still subconsciously retorted, "Father is busy with official duties..."
Mrs. Zhu was completely disappointed with him. She pointed at the door and said intermittently, "Get out of here. From now on, you and I, mother and son, don't have to see each other again."
Qi Su was humiliated, and an unknown fire arose in his heart. He held his neck and retorted, "This is the Duke's mansion, and my surname is Qi. If we want to get out, it won't be our Qi family's turn!"
