After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Lin Zhiyu knelt on the ground, feeling a dull pain in her knees.

Yun Niang held a ruler and stood beside her, talking about various precautions.

If it weren't for Old Mrs. Lin, Lin Zhiyu would have had an attack by now.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away at the door of the east chamber.

"Mrs. Zhang is really thoughtful. This big girl is so naughty. How can she look like a lady? It's hard for you to ask someone to teach you."

Lin Zhiyu looked out of the corner of her eye and felt that the lady who spoke seemed very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.

Zhang Xiuli covered her mouth with a silk handkerchief: "What are you talking about, Mrs. He? Since she is willing to call me aunt, I naturally have to shoulder the important task of teaching."

Zhang Xiuli glanced inside the room and saw Lin Zhiyu kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help but feel much relieved.

"I'm just a little aunt, and she's my legitimate daughter. In the past, I was too soft-hearted and didn't want her to suffer. But now it's at this point, I have to hire a teacher."

Lin Zhiyu understood clearly, no wonder she looked so familiar. She turned out to be the wife of He Guangzhi, the minister of Dali Temple, and she was very similar to He Zhifang.

Mrs. He is the eldest daughter. She thinks very highly of herself and looks down on Zhang Xiuli. How could she accept her invitation today?

"Oh, she still calls you aunt?" Mrs. He covered her mouth and chuckled, "By the way, when will your royal decree be given?"

On the surface, Mrs. He was very affectionate towards Zhang Xiuli, but privately, there was a doubt lingering in her heart.

Lin Zhiyu came back from the palace and was so rude to Zhang Xiuli. Could it be that the matter of the imperial edict was just a rumor?

A full week has passed since the last time I received a letter from Lin Minghua, but there was no movement at all. Zhang Xiuli felt unsure: "The emperor is busy with official duties, and he will probably be down in a while."

Mrs. He stopped talking, started another topic, and walked over chatting and laughing.

After almost a stick of incense passed, Lin Zhiyu felt that her legs were almost numb, and Yun Niang stopped talking.

"In the future, when you marry into Prince Jin's palace, you will be a role model for everyone. In addition, you also need to provide moral guidance to your children. If you are morally deficient, how can you shoulder this important responsibility?"

Yun Niang suddenly raised her voice, frightening Lin Zhiyu who was distracted.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and it was probably lunch time.

“Next comes dining etiquette.”

Yun Niang clapped her hands, and the servants filed in with their meals and stood on both sides.

"The next step is to arrange the meals." Yun Niang pointed to the plates of meals, "Although someone will prepare them, as the mistress, you must also understand these principles."

She rolled her eyes at Lin Zhiyu and said, "Why are you still kneeling? Get up and put it in place."

Lin Zhiyu rubbed her already stiff knees, and the strong discomfort made her breathe out softly.

"Yelling and yelling, no rules!"

Yun Niang disliked Lin Zhiyu's style very much.

Mother Fang couldn't bear it: "Ms. Yun, why don't we let the eldest girl eat first and take a rest."

"I have a rest. Miss, do you still have time to rest?" Yun Niang asked angrily.

Bicui, who was also standing aside and staring, took the opportunity to say to Fang's mother: "Fang's mother has been working hard all morning. Why don't you go back with me to have dinner first?"

"But..." Fang's mother looked hesitant. After struggling for so long and being stimulated by the aroma of the plates of food, she was already hungry.

But this was something the old lady told her, and she didn't dare to ignore it.

Probably even the old lady didn't expect that the teacher she invited would be so strict!

Seeing that Fang's mother was a little shaken, Bicui continued: "It will only take a while. Since we have invited the teacher here, doesn't it mean that we believe in her ability? If she keeps standing here, the teacher will also be under pressure. When the time comes, it will affect the teaching. Okay." Mother Fang finally gave in and left with Bicui.

Now, only Yun Niang and Lin Zhiyu were left in the east wing.

"Food with bones should be placed on the left, cut meat should be placed on the right, close to the left side of the body when dry, soups should be placed on the right, meat should be placed far away, and flavor plates should be placed close..."

Without Fang's mother watching from the side, Yun Niang had no constraints at all, and she spoke very quickly instructing Lin Zhiyu to put things on the table.

Lin Zhiyu's stomach growled twice, and the knees of his legs were still stiff. In addition, the sprain from last night had not yet healed. As soon as his body became unsteady, the plate in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. sound.

"You can't even hold a plate. How are you going to keep accounts, manage your servants, and educate your children?"

Yun Niang spoke very rudely.

"It's true that it's just like the rumors outside. If you are so useless, marrying into Prince Jin's palace will be a disaster."

The servant next to him wanted to step forward to help clean up the fragments, but Yun Niang stopped him: "Wait a minute, let her clean up by herself."

Then she sat down at the table, and the two maids fetched the bowls and chopsticks.

"I will demonstrate this once. You should learn from it and remember it for a long time."

After that, he started eating by himself.

Seeing Lin Zhiyu's appearance, Yun Niang felt very proud. What about the Prime Minister's daughter? Do you have to swallow your anger even if you are different in front of her?

After she finished eating slowly, Lin Zhiyu was allowed to use the leftovers on the table.

From the moment she stepped into the Lin Mansion, Lin Zhiyu didn't even drink any water, and her lips were already dry. When she was about to scoop a spoonful of soup, the ruler in Yun Niang's hand hit her wrist unceremoniously.

"When eating, women should cover their mouths with long sleeves and should not drink soup or use spoons."

Lin Zhiyu suppressed his anger: "If you don't want to drink the soup, do you want to use it to water the vegetable field?"

"He is indeed a child without a mother to teach him."

Yun Niang glanced at Lin Zhiyu with disdain: "A legitimate daughter speaks with a gun and a stick, how can she look like a lady? It is really an embarrassment to the Prime Minister's Palace."

"I think your mother is useless. She gave birth to a waste like you."

"As a teacher, is this how you teach your students?"

Lin Zhiyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and took action.

Yun Niang's expression changed.

Yun Niang, like Zhang Xiuli, was still not welcomed by her mother-in-law after many years of living, and was even asked to divorce.

The reason given was also ridiculous: a concubine, who had already reached a high level by marrying into the family, had been married for three years and still had nothing to do. If she continued to stay in his house, she might become a laughing stock.

If she hadn't been particularly concerned about these things since she was a child, and if she hadn't deliberately packaged it up and gained some fame, Yun Niang would have been the second cousin at this time.

Therefore, she hated those condescending legitimate daughters.

It's just Tuo Sheng who got it wrong, what's there to be so arrogant about?

Thinking of this, she pointed at Lin Zhiyu's nose and cursed: "It was your Lin Mansion who invited me here, what qualifications do you have to yell at me?"

"what happened again?"

Outside the east wing, Zhang Xiuli supported Mrs. Lin and stepped into the house.