After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

"But madam, the prime minister and the master are going to meet each other eventually. Why do you want me to find a way to get rid of them?"

Bicui stepped forward and straightened Zhang Xiuli's hair, wondering.

Zhang Xiuli looked at herself in the bronze mirror. For more than ten years, even if she had her face taken care of every day, she still showed some fatigue between her eyebrows.

"Do you think I can climb the big ship of the Prime Minister's Palace because I have a similar personality and voice to that person?"

Zhang Xiuli sneered: "If the Prime Minister knew that I am not a young lady from a poor family, but the daughter of a farmer in the countryside, how could I legitimately step into the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Back then, the reason why Mrs. Xu asked Zhang Xiuli to come to the capital to join the Wang family was because she wanted to use the reputation of a wealthy family to get a good marriage, so that one person could attain enlightenment and the chickens and dogs could ascend to heaven.

But when Zhang Xiuli actually stepped into this prosperous place, she realized how ridiculous Xu's idea was.

With a status like hers, the best she can do is to be an outhouse kept by the master of the capital. She is not even qualified to be an aunt, let alone a real wife.

That's why Zhang Xiuli made up a lie about her family's decline, and she took great pains to imitate that person's personality and voice, which is why she achieved her current status.

Bicui was a low-level maid of the Wang family, and was asked to serve Zhang Xiuli. Naturally, she was not very clear about these secret things.

She only knew one thing in her heart, Zhang Xiuli was plotting against the Wang family and the Prime Minister. From being a low-class maid to today, she had only supported Zhang Xiuli.

Bicui didn't ask any more questions, and took the robe and put it on Zhang Xiuli: "I have prepared my clothes and everything. I guess I have changed into them by now. Madam, do you want to go to the west wing to take a look?"

"It's time to go take a look." Zhang Xiuli stood up and left the room.

Being so anxious does not mean that I miss you deeply, but I am afraid that my mother and brother will say something wrong and others will notice.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Xiuli walked to the door of the west wing, she heard her brother Zhang Fugui yelling loudly inside.

"Oh, this west wing is really nice, but the plum garden behind it is really redundant."

Then came Mrs. Xu's voice: "Isn't it? If it is changed into a vegetable field and some chickens and ducks are raised, it will definitely grow well."

Bicui glanced inside and whispered, "The eldest girl seems to be in there too."

Zhang Xiuli's heart skipped a beat. Xu had no control over his mouth. If he inadvertently said something he shouldn't have said and let Lin Zhiyu spread it, it would be difficult to handle.

"Mother."

Zhang Xiuli hurriedly entered the door and intercepted Xu's words.

"Xiuli?" Mrs. Xu was startled when she saw Zhang Xiuli. Her eyes were wary, and she looked at her carefully. Finally she realized what she was doing, and stepped forward to take Zhang Xiuli's hand affectionately.

"Hey, Fugui, look at it, your sister is more magnificent than the village chief's wife!"

Lin Zhiyu frowned at the side, why did Xu's words sound so strange.

How can anyone compare the prime minister's woman to the village chief's wife?

Bicui noticed this and quickly reminded her: "Mrs. Xu, please don't call her by her first name. You should address her as Mrs. Zhang respectfully."

Mrs. Xu glared: "This is my own daughter. Madam comes and goes, she has many births."

Zhang Xiuli looked at their clothes and calmly let go of Xu's hand.

The clothes were old and worn. It looked like they had been washed many times and were turning white in many places.

She glanced at Lin Zhiyu, lowered her voice and said, "Why are you here dressed like this?"

Mrs. Xu thought that Zhang Xiuli disliked her, and her smiling face immediately fell.

"What? Now that you have become the Prime Minister's wife, you are starting to dislike us as a family? Don't forget that you used to..."

"mother!"

Zhang Xiuli was so frightened that she immediately stopped Xu's words.

"What are you shouting for? Am I not right?" Mrs. Xu's voice rose a bit, and she was very dissatisfied with her daughter's attitude.

"Ho--" A loud sound of clearing phlegm attracted everyone's attention. Zhang Fugui gave a loud squeak and then spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.

Zhang Xiuli's face showed a bit of embarrassment: "Zhang Fugui! This is indoors, not a street. There is a spittoon over there."

"Poverty is very important." Zhang Fugui rolled his eyes and was noncommittal.

Lin Zhiyu was stunned. Didn't he say that Zhang Xiuli was the daughter of a businessman whose family was in decline? Why did Zhang Xiuli behave so rough?

"Since Aunt Zhang is here, I will go to the dining room to have breakfast first."

Lin Zhiyu glanced at the unknown object on the ground and felt nauseated.

Zhang Xiuli was worried about how to find an excuse to distract Lin Zhiyu so that she could explain a few more words to Mrs. Xu. Naturally, she was extremely happy when she heard her take the initiative to bring it up.

"Bicui, you can come with me. I have a few words of sympathy for my mother."

The implication was that Bicui would be guarding the door to ensure that Lin Zhiyu could go as far as possible, so as not to turn around and attack him when the time came.

Lin Zhiyu didn't want to stay here any longer, but when he walked out of the west wing, he still kept it in mind.

"Xiao Lian, go outside and listen to what they say."

Lin Zhiyu slowed down and whispered to Xiaolian.

Lin Xiaolian also felt that Zhang Xiuli's family was full of weirdness. She didn't take a few steps and deliberately held her stomach and screamed that it hurt.

"Oops, I caught a cold last night and had a stomachache. You guys should go over there first."

"Having a stomachache?" Bicui looked unconvinced, "Didn't you feel fine just now?"

Lin Xiaolian said sheepishly: "We were not guests just now, so I didn't dare to say anything."

"If you have three urgent needs, you go first and I'll wait for you in the dining room." Lin Zhiyu took the opportunity to say.

Bicui saw Lin Xiaolian hurried to the latrine and didn't think much about it.

On the other side, Lin Xiaolian bent her waist and used the shelter of trees and rockeries to go around to the backyard of the west wing.

The window was not closed tightly, so Lin Xiaolian used the gap to peek inside the house quietly.

In just a short while, the Xu family had put on the rich clothes Zhang Xiuli had prepared for them, and stood proudly in front of the mirror.

Zhang Liangsheng didn't have much reaction. He pulled Zhang Shuangshuang to sit aside and said something unknown, which made Zhang Shuangshuang giggle with joy.

"Sister, if I had known you were living so well in the Prime Minister's Mansion, I would have come here to join you earlier."

Zhang Fugui patted the wrinkles on his clothes, as if he really thought of himself as a rich man. He straightened his back unconsciously and imitated the movements of those nobles, which seemed a bit nondescript.

"Hmph, do you think I have an easy time in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Seeing that she was surrounded by her own people, Zhang Xiuli did not hold her hands, crossed her arms and crossed her chest, and said with a bit of arrogance: "If Mrs. Lin knows that I have been secretly helping you, then my good life will come to an end! "

She felt from the bottom of her heart that these people were dragging her down, otherwise why would she be trembling in front of Mrs. Lin.

Zhang Xiuli's intuition told her that Mrs. Lin had somewhat guessed that she asked Bicui to send money home, but she didn't reveal it because of Lin Pengsheng.

Xu said: "How could we not know! By the way, I heard that you are going to become Mrs. Gaoming?"

"That's what Minghua said in the letter."

Mrs. Xu's face lit up with joy: "Hey, that doesn't mean you have become an official! It's true that Minghua doesn't even know how to get one for my grandmother."

She fiddled with the hairpin on her head in front of the mirror, as if she was the one who became Mrs. Gaoming.

"Mom, how many times have I told you, this is not an official position." Zhang Xiuli's tone revealed a deep tiredness, "Where are the women who are officials?"

"And you didn't hear just now, that big girl just called me aunt!"

"How could it be? Isn't your cousin already dead?" Zhang Fugui seemed to have heard something strange, "Is it because the medicine is not very effective?"