Dressed as the mistress of the Hou family, I became the white moonlight in the Beijing circle

Hearing this, the old lady was visibly stunned. After a long while, she asked in a trembling voice, "You...what did you say?"

Shen Ji frowned slightly and repeated calmly, "My son only likes those who are widowed and still take care of their children."

After finishing his sentence, he seemed to feel that it was too one-sided, so he added two more sentences.

"It's best if the child is a boy and a girl, and they are all grown up, so I don't have to worry about anything."

"It is best for the girl to be three years older than me, not one year older, but not one year younger."

Mother Shen felt like the sky was falling. She pointed with trembling fingers at Qingfeng Jiyue's son opposite, "You...you rebellious son, say it again!"

Shen Ji's face remained calm and his tone was very calm, "My mother reacted so strongly, but what did my son say that was wrong?"

Mother Shen's face turned red, and she gritted her teeth and asked, "You are innocent, you are a prostitute, and you have no illness or disaster. Why do you want to find such a woman to get married?"

When Shen Ji heard this, his thoughts moved, and a trace of pain appeared on his face, and he said hoarsely, "Mother doesn't know something. My son is sick, and he is different from ordinary people..."

"What's the difference!" Mother Shen slammed the table angrily and shouted loudly, "If you don't tell me why today, you have to go see me!"

Shen Ji blinked his eyes, the corners of his eyes were a little red, "My son...suffers from a hidden disease, an infertility disease, and he will never be able to have children in this life."

After hearing this, Mother Shen sat blankly on the chair and looked at her son stupidly, "What..."

Shen Ji let out a long sigh and beat his chest sadly, "My son is a useless person, how can he look at a girl with such a face?"

Mother Shen was stunned, with only two words echoing in her mind.

Don't lift...don't lift...

Mother Shen had forgotten how she walked out of her son's study. She only remembered that it was extremely cold and gloomy that day.

In the study, Shen Ji sat there, looking at his mother's back along the window, lowered his head and chuckled, and continued to stare at the invitation on the table in a daze.

He didn't even notice that Wen Mo had a big mouth on his side, which could even swallow a whole duck egg.

"Sir, you...I...sigh..."

Wen Mo didn't understand, but was shocked.

"What's wrong?" Shen Ji said with a smile, and his whole person became much more alive.

"How can you, sir, use this kind of thing as an excuse?" Wen Mo shook his head, looking panicked, "You did this for Madam Hou, does she know?"

"This is my own business, why should she know?" Shen Ji held the greeting card from the Duke's Mansion and spoke lightly.

"This matter is about a man's face!" Wen Mo jumped to his feet anxiously, wishing he could shove his husband in front of the matchmaker right now, "Men, don't you just want to save face?"

Shen Ji sneered casually and said slowly, "It would be the most honorable thing to marry Fang Xu in this life."

Wen Mo's eyes widened, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. After a while, he whispered, "Sir... I think you are crazy..."

Wen Mo curled his lips and asked in a low voice, "Since Sir is so happy to welcome Madam, why don't you just say it directly and let her know?"

Shen Ji curled his lips and said in a deep voice, "When I climb high enough to match her, I will naturally express my feelings."

Wen Mo stood behind him and rolled his eyes after hearing this, imitating his example, a silent yin and yang.

It happened that Shen Ji also had eyes behind his back, and his voice was a bit colder, "The toilet bowl and stables in the mansion haven't been cleaned yet, and it's time for the horses to be washed. I see you are very leisurely..."

"Sir, I am not idle. I am busy contributing to your love. I am your and your wife's loyal slave!"

Wen Mo was very discerning and hurriedly spoke to save him.

After hearing this, Shen Ji couldn't help laughing out loud and cursed in a low voice, "I'm used to flattering you!" Seeing that his husband didn't care, Wen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

Flattery is better than flattery!

About noon, the newly recruited doorman of the Shen family hurried into the study and shouted, "Sir, someone is here from the fourth prince's house!"

Shen Ji responded, waved his hand and said, "Please come in."

"Yes."

The doorman stepped back, and after a while, a man came over.

The man's face was pale and solemn, and his steps were a little unsteady. When he saw Shen Ji, he bent his knees and knelt in front of him, "Master Shen!"

Shen Ji's eyebrows twitched, he glanced at the doorman and said in a deep voice, "Go down first."

"Yes." The doorman left obediently, not forgetting to close the door for everyone in the room.

Shen Ji turned back to look at him, his eyes a little sharp, "Tell me, what happened?"

The man's body was shaking violently and his expression was painful. He suppressed his emotions and lowered his voice and said, "Master Shen, General Song... is dead!"

When the sound reached his ears, Shen Ji felt that it was unreal. He tilted his head and murmured, "What did you say?"

The man was lying on the ground, suppressing his cry, "Last night, Master Shen brought a message, and the fourth prince sent his subordinates to lead a group of guards to chase the armored army. Who knew..."

"General Song... he didn't even make it out of the outskirts of Beijing, so he died miserably on the mountain!" The man collapsed and said in a trembling voice, "Little General Song... the armored army... no one who went out survived!"

Shen Ji slowly stood up and knocked over the porcelain bowl at his hand.

The porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Like the hearts of the people in the room, they were broken beyond appearance.

"When my subordinates found them, General Song's red tassel spear was broken into two pieces. General Song's body and head were separated, and his armor was completely stripped off..." The man cried, and after speaking, he raised his hand and shouted fiercely. He slapped himself in the face and kept cursing, "It's all my fault, if I could go faster..."

Shen Ji felt his eyes darken, and his dry Adam's apple rolled up and down. He forced himself to calm down, "Does the fourth prince know?"

The man shook his head and said with regret on his face, "When my subordinates returned, they didn't see the prince. They left some manpower behind and came to find Master Shen."

Shen Ji closed his eyes, hiding the emotions in his eyes, and murmured, "The result that he least expected to hear has come..."

The man's face was full of tears and he lowered his head in guilt.

Song Fei is a victorious general and an undefeated god of war in the eyes of the people. All men in Dayan regard him as a hero.

The tragic death of a hero is unacceptable to anyone.

Shen Ji raised his eyelids, his eyes moved slightly, turned his head to look at Wen Mo, who had been dumbfounded for a long time, and said in confusion, "Get the car ready and go to...Yongcheng Houfu."

After finishing speaking, Shen Ji turned around, his eyes fell on the man's head, and asked in a low voice, "Have you noticed the others?"

The man nodded, took out a cloth bag from his arms, and pulled it open, revealing the arrow feathers broken in half.

"This is a broken arrow taken from General Song. My subordinates were suspicious, so they brought it back."

Shen Ji raised his hand to take it, slowly turned the arrow tail, and saw the engraving on the end.

Shen Ji's eyes dimmed, he put away the broken arrow, and said solemnly, "You go with me." (End of Chapter)