After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Before Lin Pengsheng could speak, Zhang Xiuli took the lead and began to cry: "Although I am just a concubine, I have worked hard in the Lin family for so many years without any credit. It's okay if you don't recognize me, and the old lady doesn't want to see you. I!"

"In this case, the prime minister should divorce me! It also saves those people outside from pointing fingers at me and saying that I treat my stepdaughter harshly."

At the previous reception banquet, there were not only courtiers, but also many family members who were friends with Princess Shangyang. What Lin Zhiyu said spread throughout the capital.

Lin Pengsheng sighed: "After all these years, why are you so angry now? Today is just a coincidence, and my mother just feels uncomfortable because of Lin Zhiyu. You see, I have also been scolded."

He spread his hands and looked extremely helpless, which made Zhang Xiuli amused.

Lin Pengsheng, a prime minister who had already passed his thirties, could be considered submissive and obedient to Zhang Xiuli. This was why Zhang Xiuli was determined to follow him.

"I just feel sad. Yes, Sister Wang has an important position in the old lady's heart, but she is no longer here. You can't embarrass someone who is still alive for someone who is no longer here, right?"

Zhang Xiuli was very interested.

But these words aroused Lin Pengsheng's guilt.

Although he didn't like Wang Yunjin, she had been diligent in taking care of the affairs of the whole government, and she didn't have too much trouble for Zhang Xiuli.

Lin Pengsheng felt that he owed Wang Yunjin, so when the old lady refused to promote Zhang Xiuli as the first wife, he did not stop her too much.

"You also know that Zhiyu, apart from the old lady, has not been very close to you and me since childhood. Before we changed marriages, he would call me daddy. Now he doesn't even call me daddy. He talks to me one father at a time, so many children."

Lin Pengcheng sighed, took Zhang Xiuli's hand, put it on his knee and rubbed it carefully.

Although Zhang Xiuli has been helping to take care of the affairs of the house in the past few years, she rarely does it herself. She basically just gives orders. As for the complicated things that follow, it is Fang's mother who helps.

"I remember when I first met you, there were still calluses on these hands, but they have healed now." Lin Pengsheng said this, thinking of Wang Yunjin's hands for no reason.

She is responsible for the housekeeping and does the accounting herself, so her delicate hands have calluses caused by holding pens for a long time.

"By the way, are you serious that you don't have any instruction on housekeeping matters?" Lin Pengsheng suddenly asked.

There was a hint of guilt on Zhang Xiuli's face. She lowered her head and said, "I taught you, but the older girl didn't want to learn. And didn't she run to Shoukang Palace every two days at that time?"

"At that time, I was thinking that maybe the old queen had fallen in love with the eldest girl. How could the things in this palace be the same as those in the Prime Minister's Mansion? Rather than letting the eldest girl get confused by then, it would be better to give her a blank sheet of paper and let the people in the palace It’s better to be taught by grandma.”

"You have a long-term perspective."

Zhang Xiuli smiled sheepishly.

Lin Pengsheng actually asked Zhang Xiuli this question after the reception banquet. At that time, Zhang Xiuli was afraid because she avoided the important and took the easy, so she rarely received a scolding from Lin Pengsheng.

As a result, Lin Pengsheng's next words stunned Zhang Xiuli.

"But now, by mistake, Minghua has become the queen, and Zhiyu wants to marry the King of Jin. This thing has to be learned." Lin Pengsheng's words seemed to blame Zhang Xiuli for overthinking.

"If Lin Zhiyu goes out, he really can't do anything. It will be a shame to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Prime Minister, I haven't read many books, and I'm afraid that others will say that I treat my sister's children harshly. This is... well, it's all my fault." Zhang Xiuli has been with Lin Pengsheng for many years, and she knows very well what is on his mind. . "It's better to do this. The eldest girls on the left and right are not married yet, so it's too late now. I'll invite someone over some other time to teach her a lesson."

Zhang Xiuli said this on the surface, but she had another plan in mind.

Now those ladies from aristocratic families say that she, Zhang Xiuli, doesn't care about Lin Zhiyu, and she is worried that she won't have a chance to clear her name. When Lin Pengsheng mentioned this, he immediately had a plan in his mind.

Lin Pengsheng nodded in agreement: "Okay, you can be considered half of Lin Zhiyu's mother. I will leave this matter entirely to you."

The two were affectionate for a while, and just when they were about to take the next step, Butler Li came and knocked on the door at an inappropriate time.

"Master Xiang, the old lady asked you to come over."

Lin Pengsheng could only leave reluctantly.

The good thing was interrupted, Zhang Xiuli arranged her clothes, her dissatisfaction was written on her face.

Seeing that Lin Pengsheng was gone, Bicui dared to open the door and come in. She was surprised when she heard that Zhang Xiuli was going to hire an etiquette teacher for Lin Zhiyu.

"The price of this etiquette teacher has always been very high. Butler Li also showed the account book to Madam before. There is not much money left in the house." Bicui reminded in a low voice.

In order to gain more face in front of the real ladies, Zhang Xiuli spent most of her money on clothes and jewelry. As for the expenses of the house, she had no idea at all.

"What can I do about this? The prime minister has already spoken, and I still want to hire someone even if I don't have the money." Zhang Xiuli looked at the bright jewelry on the dressing table, and felt very reluctant to give it up. "In this case, don't hire someone too good. When the time comes, I'll give it to you." The etiquette teacher came to see me alone."

Bicui understood Zhang Xiuli's thoughts, but she still frowned and took out a letter from her arms: "Also, there is another letter from the Zhang family, saying that it is Mr. Zhang's matter and it will take money to settle it, Madam How should we deal with it?"

Looking at the messy handwriting on the letter, Zhang Xiuli felt a headache again. A few days ago, her father wrote a letter saying that he owed money from gambling and could not pay it back. The family could not survive in that small county town, so he came to the capital to seek refuge with her.

She had sold Lin Zhiyu's things for money before, and went to subsidize the family without knowing it. If Mrs. Lin knew about this, her life would definitely be even more difficult.

"I'll give you five hundred taels first. Is that enough? As for the other money issues, the eldest girl's dowry is still there. I'll use it first to fill the gap in the account."

"The old lady is not taking care of things now. Just tell the people in the accounting room that the funds in the house have been somewhat difficult to circulate recently. Except for the few who are serving the master, the monthly salary of all servants will be reduced by half this month. Next month Back to normal again.”

Suddenly thinking of something, Zhang Xiuli quickly added: "If Mother Fang finds out, just say it was the Prime Minister's intention."

Bicui worriedly asked: "What should I do if the older girl asks?"

"She is a married woman, who has the right to ask questions?" Zhang Xiuli was jealous when she thought of the betrothal gift sent by Zhou Zijin.

It's a pity that the old lady kept them all, saying that she was afraid that Lin Zhiyu would be wronged after marrying, so she wanted to leave the betrothal gift to Lin Zhiyu as private money.

"Besides, Prince Jin's Mansion is so rich, so he doesn't care about this little money."

Only then did Bicui respond.