The concubine doesn't fall in love, but crazy critics insist on holding her responsible

When the young master surnamed Song heard this, he immediately turned into a wild cat whose tail was stepped on, and jumped up and said: "So what! Just because I am not from the capital, do you have to trick me and bully me?"

"You are just lucky enough to be born here, why do you have the right to look down on us foreigners!"

Regarding the rudeness of Mr. Song, Lin Zhiyu quite understood his mood.

She was also like this when she was young in her previous life. She was sensitive and irritable. She couldn't help but think too much when someone else looked at her slightly wrongly. Just because she had a lingering inferiority complex in her heart, everything was in danger.

She smiled lightly and said: "Young master is too worried. Everyone who comes here is a guest. The shopkeeper and I have never treated one favorably. It's just that I'm more curious about whether the master is so thick-skinned for a reason or whether it's just his nature. He loves to take advantage. Could it be that he really wants to take action? What step can I take to speak well?"

The lazy and casual voice suddenly became cold and ruthless at the final moment.

The young master surnamed Song suddenly trembled, fearing that she was some kind of young lady from a wealthy family.

But he quickly thought of something and said with a sideways smile, "Do it? You dare to touch me! Do you know who I am?"

After a while, Lin Zhiyu asked, "I really don't know who the young master is."

Sometimes good education, in the eyes of rude people, is no different from fear of giving in.

The young master surnamed Song sneered, "Did you know that the matriarch of Pingxihou Mansion, Mrs. Song, is my aunt!"

Although they are cousins, for three generations they have been eating from the same pot and are one family.

Lin Zhiyu and the shopkeeper looked at each other, and the latter sighed with a headache.

He said how could this person named Song look so familiar and annoying? He was originally a distant relative of the Song family who came to the Hou Mansion to fight against the autumn wind.

Thinking that spring was approaching, I also went to Beijing to take the exam.

Lan Sheng couldn't cover his mouth because he was holding the pipa, so he could only bite the corners of his lips tightly, so that he could hold back his laughter.

The young master surnamed Song felt a little uneasy when he saw the strange expressions of several people. However, when he thought of the poor business of Qinle Pavilion, he thought that these two people were hungry and were only one step away from being in danger.

Then he was complacent and used his power to bully others and said: "The old lady of the Hou Mansion is a first-class official in the dynasty. Even the emperor and queen must show courtesy when they see her. A month ago, the old lady held a banquet for her [-]th birthday. All the officials congratulated her, and your majesty even kissed her. I took the plaque and paraded it through the streets. Since you two are locals in Beijing, you should have heard about it."

"And my aunt, Mrs. Song, is the next lady in power in the Hou Mansion. All matters in the house are in her hands. She alone has the final say in the entire Hou Mansion! These are just the female relatives. Do you know General Zhenxi? ? That’s also from the Pingxihou Mansion! You must also listen to my aunt’s instructions in every detail!”

In this capital, how many people can be bigger than the Pingxihou Mansion!

Young Master Song Chang recalled the scene in front of him of the two people kneeling down and fawning over each other. He was so happy that his chin almost reached the sky. Unexpectedly, the next moment the person kneeling down in embarrassment became him.

There was a loud bang behind him, and the door of Qinle Pavilion was kicked open. The sudden change frightened Mr. Song's legs, and he fell to the ground.

When the loud noise subsided, he stood up angrily, not bothering to brush off the dust on his robe, and turned around with official dignity and cursed: "Who dares to be so presumptuous?!"

The curse ended with a vibrato, which was obviously a return of fear.

The door that had been kicked open was hanging on the doorframe tremblingly, trying not to fall down. Standing next to it was a famous young man with an extraordinary bearing. He had a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, a tall figure, and was dressed in a noble embroidered cloud robe, filled with an air that could not be ignored. The one in power is coercive.

The visitor had a serious look on his face and strode in. Every step he took seemed to step on the heart of Mr. Song.Mr. Song's expression froze. Could this be the real boss?
The shopkeeper was also shocked, it was Prince Jianning who came.

The shopkeeper knew Pei Shizhi. After regaining consciousness, he hurriedly stepped forward to pick him up, but was stopped by Lin Zhiyu without leaving any trace.

Pei Shizhi looked at the young master surnamed Song with sharp eyes. He knew who this person was. He was the distant cousin in the thank you letter.

In the letter, Xie Yiwan was very impressed by this person, saying that his writing skills were excellent and that it was no surprise that he would be among the top three.

He had also had expectations, thinking that after the Spring Festival, he would support this person as a confidant, but who would have expected that he would be like this!
When talking about the mother clan, not talking about financial power, but just talking about people, compared to the Shen family, the Song family is more than a little behind.

Pei Shizhi walked to Lin Zhiyu and stopped, remembering Mr. Song's complacent questioning just now, and said: "She is..."

"This is Prince Jianning, the only legitimate son of the current King Jianning."

Lin Zhiyu raised his voice and said suddenly.

Under Pei Shizhi's puzzled gaze, she quietly pulled off his sleeves and signaled him not to say anything more.

Pei Shizhi's chest became silent for a moment.

——The warm fingertips inadvertently traced across the back of his hand. It was smooth, soft, and fleeting, arousing a familiar yet unfamiliar tingling feeling in his heart that was beating again.

The instigator didn't seem to be aware of Shicai's touch, and he didn't know how powerful this subtle provocation was, so he walked towards the young master surnamed Song.

Pei Shizhi followed him subconsciously.

Lin Zhiyu's every move showed some determination, "I did cut off your strings. If you want to compensate, you can, but please pay the money for the strings first, and wait until the strings are finally finished." Only if I take it from you, sir, can I compensate you according to the price."

The young master surnamed Song is someone who bullies the weak and fears the strong. How could he not know that his behavior is despicable and despicable, but he just wants to take advantage of the Pingxihou Mansion's status in the capital and seeing that the store is deserted.

At this moment, seeing that these two people had a close relationship with Prince Jianning, how could they dare to make a claim? He hurriedly said: "No, no, no, I heard that Prince Jianning is engaged to my cousin from the Hou Mansion, for the sake of the prince's face , I won’t care about it today, we are all one family, if a mere string of the piano is ruined, just let it be ruined, let’s let this matter go!”

After saying that, he wanted to get close to Pei Shizhitao with a shy face.

Pei Shizhi had been here for a while, and as soon as Lin Zhiyu entered, he stood where she was outside the door, watching her cut the strings.

That day at the birthday banquet, he saw her stunning appearance and stunning appearance. At that time, he realized that she was completely different from the image he had in his previous impression. Her stunning appearance attracted the covetous attention of countless people present.

Today he saw again that she was quite majestic and courageous, her actions were crisp and clear, and her brilliance was so bright that he couldn't take his eyes away for a while.

Pei Shizhi's attention was entirely on his fiancée. The young master surnamed Song repeatedly hit the wall and spoke, but no one responded, so he had to leave in anger.

When the young master surnamed Song walked away and the matter finally came to an end, Lin Zhiyu ordered Lan Sheng to go in with the shopkeeper to adjust the pipa.

Lan Sheng walked away neatly, and before leaving, he winked at Lin Zhiyu, telling her not to be nervous if he stepped forward boldly.

Lin Zhiyu sighed lightly. In the whole family, only Lan Sheng sincerely hoped that she and Pei Shizhi would get married.