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

Fang Xu gave Shen Ji a look, motioning for him to sit down, and looked at everyone on the table calmly.

Zhuo Wenhou was holding Brother Ming in his arms, coaxing him to eat with a loving look on his face. Brother Ming in his arms seemed to be naturally hostile to Shen Ji, and would glare at him from time to time.

Yue Kui's expression was solemn, his chopsticks poked at the rice in the bowl, and his eyes swept over Shen Ji's face.

Mrs. Zhen silently served Brother Ming with vegetables, as if nothing was wrong.

Mr. Nie, on the other hand, ate his meal carelessly, glancing at the jade bracelet in his sleeve from time to time, his face full of satisfaction.

"Master Shen, please help yourself." Marquis Zhuo Wen nodded and smiled at him generously, and said in a loud voice, "You also want to try the skills of the chef in my house."

Shen Ji nodded, exchanged a few polite words with him, and became silent again.

After the banquet was over, Marquis Zhuo Wen invited Shen Ji into the study, leaving Zhen and Fang Xu to greet each other.

Yue Kui excused himself to leave because of something, and hurriedly led Nie out of the yard.

Brother Ming started to toss again and cried loudly, "I want my grandfather to play with me!"

Zhen had a headache, so she coaxed her carefully, "Ming'er, your grandfather is busy with business at the moment. Isn't it the same for grandma to accompany you?"

“I don’t want it!” Brother Ming raised his head and cried, loudly shouting, “He is a bad guy, he wants to rob Ming’er’s grandfather!”

"Ming'er, don't talk nonsense!" Mrs. Zhen paled, quickly covered Brother Ming's mouth, and smiled sarcastically at Fang Xu, "Mrs. Shen, Ming'er is still young, and childish words are unbridled..."

"Nothing." Fang Xu raised his lips, glanced at Brother Ming, and said softly, "I see that this child is strong. I think he must be ten years old?"

Mrs. Zhen struggled to hold Brother Ming in her arms and responded with a smile, "It's just my tenth birthday."

"Does a ten-year-old child still need to be chased by his grandfather to feed him?" Fang Xu frowned, pretending to be regretful, "A few years ago, the reputation of Marquis Zhuo Wen was resounding throughout the capital. I thought that future generations would be better than others. Why? Grandson, this..."

Zhen held Ming'er's hand tightly and said angrily, "Ming'er is smart and studious. It's because the Marquis and I doted on him too much and didn't allow him to leave our eyes, so he developed his current temperament. "

Fang Xu raised his eyebrows and said with interest, "Why does Madam Hou watch the child so closely?"

Mrs. Zhen smiled bitterly, lowered her head and said, "Mrs. Shen is young, so it's normal for her not to know what happened before."

With that said, Mrs. Zhen called the servants and handed Brother Ming over to them, leaving Fang Xu alone in front of her.

"Before Kuier, I lost a child, and after searching for it for a long time to no avail, this matter became a demon in my heart." Mrs. Zhen said, a smile flashed in her eyes, "If Kuier wasn't by my side, I'm afraid I would have lost my child." Went early.”

"When tomorrow's child comes into the world, I feel more and more panicked. I am worried all day long, afraid that tomorrow's child will disappear, so I want to keep a close eye on him and want to tie him to my body."

After a few words, Shen Ji's childhood experiences were briefly mentioned.

Zhen didn't show any sadness when she mentioned the lost child, but when she thought of Yue Kui, she even smiled.

"It's strange to say that," Mrs. Zhen stroked her heart and smiled with self-pity, "When I saw Mr. Shen today, I felt friendly for no reason. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I always felt that Mr. Shen and the Marquis were somewhat similar."

Fang Xu pursed his lips, resisted the urge to curse, and asked softly, "After all these years, Madam Hou has never thought about looking for that child again?"

Mrs. Zhen shook her head slowly, "The child was lost at Brother Ming's age. It's hard to say whether he will survive. Maybe we don't have the fate of mother and child..."

After finishing her words, Mrs. Zhen sighed softly, "I took Kui'er and raised him by my side. Before he met Mr. Marquis and I, he lived a very miserable life. I felt pity for him at first, and then I slowly got along with him. I slowly treat him as my own son."

Mrs. Zhen had a smile on her face, like a loving mother, "Maybe it was God who saw me miserable and couldn't bear it, so he allowed Kuier to come to me."

Fang Xu's heart was so clogged that he stared at her, and the last hope in his heart was shattered. Zhen's family is suffering, Yue Kui is also suffering, but who can understand the difficulty of Shen Ji's?

He finally survived, survived for many years, became successful and famous, and tried his best to find his biological parents, but because he said that there was no bond between mother and son, he was cut off from his life.

Fang Xu's eyes were sore, his gaze fell on Mrs. Zhen, and he said word by word, "If the child is still alive, what will happen to Madam Hou?"

Zhen was stunned for a moment, her expression a little solemn.

It was obvious that this had never occurred to her.

"Still alive..." Mrs. Zhen murmured to herself, her face a little pale, "After so long, the relationship between me and that child has long faded. If he is still alive...where should Kui'er go? "

Fang Xu only found it funny, his eyes full of sarcasm, "In Madam Hou's heart, is a biological son no better than an adopted son?"

"Besides, can such a big Marquis Zhuo Wen Mansion only be able to raise one son?" Fang Xu sneered and whispered, "Why is it that when one comes back, the other one has to leave? Or is it that Mrs. Hou only has room for an adopted son in her heart? , treating your own children as nothing?"

It was rare for Fang Xu to be so happy and angry, and he was really angry.

"You..." Mrs. Zhen was stunned, obviously not understanding where Fang Xu's anger came from.

There was a slight movement not far away, and the two people in the courtyard paused. Looking sideways, they saw Shen Ji standing alone under the Moon Gate, with his hand at his side clenched into a fist and his face pale.

He just stood there, not speaking, and looking here quietly.

"Shen Ji..." Fang Xu panicked for a moment and subconsciously called out.

Shen Ji could always hear him whenever he said something secret.

What a hell!

Zhen was stunned, looking at Shen Ji up and down. She had a splitting headache for a moment, as if some answer was about to come out.

"Madam." Shen Ji spoke after a long time, his hands and feet becoming numb, "Let's go."

"Shen Ji..."

"Madam." Shen Ji interrupted her for the first time, his eyes red, as if begging, "Take me away."

Fang Xu's heart ached, he swallowed his words, walked quickly to Shen Ji, took his hand, and walked outside.

Zhen stood up in a hurry, stretched out her hand towards the man's back, and wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say.

For a long time, the hand hanging in the air was slowly lowered.

Marquis Zhuo Wen walked into the courtyard and looked around. Seeing that Shen Ji was not there, he asked in a low voice, "Madam, why don't you see Lord Shen?"

Zhen was slumped on the chair, unable to muster any strength. Hearing this, she just moved her eyebrows and whispered, "He...he's gone..."

"Leaved?" Zhuo Wenhou was stunned and confused, "Isn't it convenient to say it? Why did he leave without saying a word?"

Zhen was in a daze, Shen Ji's lonely and injured eyes flashed in her mind, and she suddenly felt a dull pain in her heart.

"Master Hou..." Zhen covered her chest, the coolness spread from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and murmured in a low voice, "Are we wrong..."