A bold son-in-law doting on his concubine and destroying his wife?The ashes are scattered!

Chapter 23

One day after his reputation as a talented scholar spread throughout Shengjing, he went to the academy to study as usual, but found that there was an extra jade pendant in his bookcase for some reason.

The jade pendant is of excellent quality and is priceless at first glance.

Before he could figure out why the jade pendant appeared in the desk, a group of teenagers surrounded a richly dressed teenager and entered the door, accusing him of stealing things.

Although he argued with the teenagers and argued hard, proving that he did not steal the jade pendant, but that the gorgeous young man framed him, but...

When he asked the young man to apologize, the young man looked at him with disdain and said disdainfully——

"My father is the current prime minister, what kind of person are you, worthy of my young master's apology?"

"Oh? Framed? Go to Dali Temple and sue Master Ben! Let's see if the people in Dali Temple arrest Master Ben or you."

On that day, the proud boy from the Shen family failed to get the apology he deserved, and was pushed to the ground and beaten up by the supporters of the prime minister's son.

On that day, the self-esteem of the young man from the Shen family was shattered.

The three views are also shattered.

Seeing that her son was in a daze, Mrs. Zhao was a little dissatisfied: "Son, I know you have lofty ambitions and ambitions, and I know you are arrogant, but you have to know that without the princess, these things are all in vain. "

She sighed.

After all, he was her son, and it was hard for her as a mother to let her son sell his beauty to seek a future.

But no matter how uncomfortable it is, there is no other way.

She couldn't let go of this glory and wealth.

She knew that her son couldn't let go either.

Leng Lanzhi has always been gentle and gentle over the years, so much so that she had the illusion that she could manipulate this princess daughter-in-law at will.

But now, the princess daughter-in-law has become strong, and they must bow their heads when they bow their heads.

Shen Yizhi drooped his eyes, and suppressed the darkness in his eyes: "I see, mother."

He didn't want to continue this topic, and asked, "When can An'er return to study at the Royal Academy?"

When Mrs. Zhao talked about this, her face was full of depression: "The princess is unwilling to intercede, saying that she has no face. She also said that we should find the reason from An'er."

Although she had made psychological preparations to stay low in the future, when she was not facing Leng Lanzhi, it did not prevent her from expressing her dissatisfaction with the princess daughter-in-law: "She did it on purpose! Taking Qiao on purpose, on purpose Let us know how noble she is!”

Shen Yizhi pinched his brows: "Stop talking about that."

In fact, six years ago, he didn't have any feelings for the princess at all.

But whenever he felt a hint of the charming love between men and women for the princess, his mother would clearly remind him that the princess and they were not from the same world. The princess's love for him was charity, and he had to rely on the princess to keep his peace. Nanhou Mansion.

His broken self-esteem has become very fragile after repairing it, and he can't accept this reality at all.

Every time he listened to it again, he felt disgusted in his heart.

Over time, whenever he heard the word "princess", he would subconsciously frown.

Shen Yizhi called the boy who was in charge of taking care of Shen Linan, and asked the boy to bring over Shen Linan's usual homework.

After trying to put aside his prejudice against the princess, he had to admit that what the princess said was right.

Du Taifu, as an example of literati and bachelors in the world, naturally cannot target a five-year-old child for no reason.

Since there is a reason, we must find the reason.

For teachers and students, the most likely reason is the problem of schoolwork.

Not long after, the servant brought Shen Linan's homework over.

The homework of a five-year-old child is nothing more than practicing calligraphy and reciting books.

Mrs. Du would give Shen Lin'an a handwriting practice homework every day, and the handwriting practice wasn't too difficult.

Shen Yizhi thought that since he was only three years old, he could write out a complete three-character scripture silently when he was five years old.

His son couldn't be any worse.

Then I saw an article... words?

If the ghostly drawings on the pile of paper in his hand could be called "characters".

The word "human" is good, it is left in the east, but it has already reached the west.

The word "Zhi" looks strange.

"Chu" is even more ugly, as if it has been dismembered, if he didn't know that this character is a copy of the Three Character Classic, Shen Yizhi is not sure whether he can see that it is a "Chu" character.

A vein suddenly popped out on his forehead: "Is this the little master's homework?"

The young servant felt his young master's anger, and immediately turned pale with fright: "Going back to the son-in-law is indeed the young master's homework!"

Mrs. Zhao exclaimed: "Impossible! I've seen An'er's handwriting. Even if it's not as good as an adult's handwriting, it's definitely not that ugly!"

She glared at the young man: "Tell me! Did you deliberately take something you wrote and pretend it was written by the young master? Did you want to harm the young master?"

The young servant's face changed drastically, and he knelt down with a "plop": "Return to Madam, the villain dare not! Absolutely dare not! This is really the name of the young master!"

Shen Yizhi's face was ugly. He tightened his lips and asked for a moment: "You mean, Madam is lying?"

The boy's face turned even paler: "The villain doesn't mean that!"

"Then tell me, what's going on?"

The boy lowered his head, as if he didn't know what to say.

Looking at the young servant's appearance, Shen Yizhi couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Leng Lanzhi did it?
However, the servant took a deep breath, as if he had made some important decision, and said with a look of resignation: "Back to the son-in-law, the young master's handwriting was indeed very good, and he was praised by Mrs. Du. At that time, the princess Every day, I personally supervise the little princess to practice calligraphy. If the little boy writes something wrong, the princess will correct it.

Since the princess stopped teaching the young master half a month ago, the young master has... stopped practicing calligraphy. "

Mrs. Zhao said angrily: "Nonsense! Obviously every time my wife goes to the study to see An'er, he is practicing calligraphy hard."

The boy's face turned bitter: "That's because the young master took out his old calligraphy to deceive his wife. In fact, he didn't practice calligraphy well at all. He kept playing in the study room, and he didn't draw some random words until it was almost time to eat." Cross."

Zhao was in disbelief: "This...how is this possible?"

The boy said again: "Besides, the young master doesn't sleep well every day. After you leave, he will let the villain light the lamp and let the villain play games with him. He also threatens the villain not to speak out, otherwise he will let the madam go to bed." Sell ​​the villain."

Zhao's expression completely cracked.

Shen Yizhi's face was gloomy and terrifying.

Zhao was still not reconciled: "Couldn't he be like this before?"

The boy said: "The young master used to be like this, but once Mrs. Du asked the princess to respond to the young master's problem in private, saying that the young master often napped in class, and wanted the princess to care if the young master was sick.

That time the princess invited the imperial doctor to treat the little prince..."

Mrs. Zhao frowned: "Madam, I have an impression of what you are talking about. That time the imperial doctor said that the young master was not sick, but why did he need to call the imperial doctor when he was not sick? Moreover, An'er was lying on the bed at that time, and her face looked ugly. Why? Maybe you’re not sick?”

(End of this chapter)