"Mrs. Zhu, please don't get me wrong. It was Mr. Zhu who invited me here on his own initiative. I don't want to have anything to do with the Duke's mansion. How can I, a humble Confucian, be qualified to associate with people from the Duke's mansion?"
With that said, Zhang Zhou stood up and left.
Ning Tong said: "Are you also considered a Han Confucian?"
Ouch, Zhang Zhouxin said, from this tone, you seem to know me very well.
"Mrs. Zhu, I don't know how to contact you if there are business matters later, as Mr. Zhu told me to provide food from your mansion?"
Zhang Zhou is finally a responsible person, and he still has to deal with what he promised Zhu Feng, but how to contact a woman in a boudoir and do business is still quite tricky for Zhang Zhou.
Although the way Zhu Feng and his wife get along is a bit unusual, how can he get in to such a big place as Chengguo Duke's Mansion and no one invites him?
Ning Tong said coldly: "If you put a letter on the cabinet, I will go and see you."
"oh."
Zhang Zhouxin said, it turns out that you are not a woman in a deep boudoir, nor are you someone who can get out of the house of a noble lord as deep as the sea and love at will.
Zhang Zhou couldn't help but lowered his head and looked at Ning Tong's feet. He still had natural feet. Thinking about it, the second son of the Duke's family was also from a martial arts family. He married a woman with a strong personality and didn't even have her feet wrapped. Very reasonable.
"Where to look?"
Ning Tong was very dissatisfied with the direction of Zhang Zhou's gaze.
Zhang Zhou sighed: "Mrs. Zhu, you are a bit pushy. I lower my head to avoid suspicion. Besides, you are so tightly wrapped, what can I see?"
Ning Tong was very angry: "Scholar, how can you talk like a businessman? Like a disciple!"
Zhang Zhou said: "Scholars are also human beings, and I am still a big layman. To tell you the truth, I have a wife, concubines, children and daughters at home. My life is so happy. If it weren't for Mr. Zhu who insists on looking for me to see his business, I'm too lazy to care about such nonsense. Mrs. Zhu, please respect yourself."
This is to remind Ning Tong that you asked me to be the "shopkeeper". Just don't pay me, and you still want to neglect me?
Believe it or not, I just gave up the idea?
Zhang Zhou originally thought that after saying this, Ning Tong must hate him to the core, and the two of them would have nothing to talk about other than official business. However, he did not expect that Ning Tong's eyes suddenly had some strange brilliance. .
Zhang Zhou was also puzzled.
Sisters, what do you mean when you look at me?
Could it be that in the past, others were always polite when talking to you, but you have never seen someone like me, who is very picky and unkind to others, showing interest in me?
"Mr. Zhang, you claim to be a reader of sages' books, but why do you carry an unflattering book of slang on you?" Ning Tong seemed to be very strong-willed, and was given a lesson by Zhang Zhou to regain her place.
When Zhang Zhouyi heard this, he knew that he had lost the pamphlet and this woman had picked it up.
A woman in an unhappy marriage, in a life filled with bitterness and hatred, comes across such a booklet. The content of the story in it may resonate a lot, right?
Zhang Zhou said with a smile: "As for the reading book, I am planning to discuss it with Mr. Zhu to jointly publish some and make some money!"
"you!"
Ning Tong frowned and glared at Zhang Zhou angrily.
Zhang Zhou smiled and said: "Madam, would you like to read the rest of the reading book? I only read half of the reading book and can't see the rest. Do you feel... haha."
"You're a disciple!" Ning Tong was scolding, but there was no anger on his face.
It was probably because Zhang Zhou was right.
I read the beginning of the book, and when I got to the exciting part, it stopped. How can I feel better?
But there is a prostitute who is very strong and likes to pretend to be aloof in front of others.
If she had just said a few soft words and begged, maybe Zhang Zhou would have given it to her, but with her character, could she have begged someone else? Can Zhang Zhou still fulfill his wish?
"Why don't you, madam, when we meet next time, I will bring you the rest of the reading book, just to study whether this reading book has the potential for printing. What do you think?" Zhang Zhou said with a smile.
Ning Tong looked angry.
I wanted to accept it, but I couldn't save face. In the end, I could only respond to Zhang Zhou's provocation with a vicious look.
"Let's go, see you next time!"
Zhang Zhou suddenly discovered that he had regained his place in front of this Madam Zhu. The wife of a prince of the country, and even the wife of Duke Cheng, decades later, was actually suppressed by him? It’s quite interesting to think about.
However, Zhang Zhou didn't plan to have anything happen to Ning Tong. After all, she was someone else's mother-in-law, and she was someone she couldn't afford to mess with, so it was best to stay away from her.
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After Zhang Zhou left, Ning Tong stood in the hall, unable to relieve the bad breath in her heart for a long time.
But at this moment, her maid came in.
"Miss, has Mr. Zhang left? Have you mentioned the book to him?" the little maid looked expectantly.
Although the little maid is one or two years younger than Ning Tong, as a dowry maid, she is currently in her twenties.
The dowry maid of another family is definitely...
This maid of hers...
No comparison, no harm.
Therefore, she also needs this kind of social reading to kill the boring life, especially the description of things about men and women. Through eroticism, it can satisfy the unfulfilled things in her heart. That kind of desire... is not something that ordinary women in the market can compare with. of.
A commoner woman at least has a life as a married woman, or hopes for it, but as a little maid, marrying into the Duke's palace is no different than staying a widow for the rest of her life.
Ning Tong seemed to have found an outlet and vented her anger on the little maid: "It's all your fault that I can't hold my head up in front of Zhang! That bastard, the more you look at him, the more shameless he becomes!"
The little maid said: "Miss, weren't you afraid of him and the young master before... why are you calling him a disciple again? So is he... a vixen or a disciple?"
"Um?"
"Also, it's obviously what you want to see, why is it the slave's fault?"
"you!"
Ning Tong was furious.
The little maid stuck out her tongue: "Miss, you said before that you would let your slave serve as a concubine for the young master. I think the young master is not interested in me either. How about you do a good job and marry me off!"
Ning Tong was quite angry at first, but when she saw the little maid's appearance, her heart softened. She was obviously the kind of woman who was sharp-tongued and cruel: "No! You can't go anywhere, you have to stay with me! Otherwise I won't even have a close friend." None of them! When you are twenty-five, I will give you money to help others!"
"Oh." The little maid pursed her lips, and her fingers were already picking up.
Probably because he wanted to figure out how many more years he would have to stay in the Duke's mansion.
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When Zhang Zhou came out of Duke Cheng's Mansion, he didn't feel relieved. On the contrary, he felt the pressure on his shoulders increased.
"Perhaps you shouldn't care about things beyond your ability, but as a time traveler, how can you be worthy of the knowledge you have in your chest if you don't participate in something? But if things don't go well, or even if you mess up, you will make yourself embarrassed!"
Think of this.
Zhang Zhou looked back at the lintel of the Duke's Mansion.
"This house looks pretty good. It seems like we should work hard to get it back! A rich house, a lovely wife and concubines, and some singing girls and dancers... What more can we ask for in a husband!"
Suddenly thinking that Jiang Pingyu and Han Qing were still waiting for him, a great hero, at home, Zhang Zhou suddenly felt energetic again. He hurriedly called Liu Gui over and drove home.
