Mrs. Jiang Hou was silent. Obviously, she did not want to settle down on the marriage contract.

So, she tentatively held Shen Qingyun's hand, with regret on her face: "Qingyun, thank you, you are really kind. If I could have a daughter-in-law like you, it would be perfect."

Shen Qingyun's smile did not reach his eyes, and he pulled out his hand indifferently: "Madam, you are just joking. My sister and Prince Jiang's childhood sweethearts are in love. This is a good match that only happens once in a century. Madam's days of happiness are still to come."

When Mrs. Han heard Mrs. Jianghou's words, she lost her last bit of hesitation and nodded: "Yes, I have watched Sisi and Lin'er grow up, and Sisi is about to have hairpins. This question is about their names. , even embroidering Najib’s wedding dress takes a lot of time, so it’s just right that it’s settled now.”

Mrs. Jianghou had no choice.

The Hou Mansion is not well-off to begin with, and now the monthly payment has just been paid out, but the Grange Shop's income for this quarter will not be available until next month. The usury money is compounded every day. If we don't pay it back quickly, will it really be ruined? It's impossible to defeat Jiang Lin.

So he gritted his teeth and agreed to go back to his hometown to get the Geng Tie.

Shen Qingyun drank tea quietly and chatted with Mr. Han in Nuanyu Pavilion. As long as the engagement was over, she would feel relieved.

Mrs. Jiang Hou had not yet left the palace, but she was stopped by Shen Zhifeng's people on the way.

The man looked around to make sure that no one had seen them, and then whispered: "Madam, please come with me. The Duke of Guo has something to discuss with you."

Hearing this, Mrs. Jiang Hou's mind changed, she nodded, and ordered the maid beside her to go to the Hou Mansion to ask Jiang Lin to bring the Geng Tie, and she followed the attendant to see Shen Zhifeng.

But her behavior was soon secretly reported to Shen Qingyun.

Shen Qingyun remained silent after hearing this, and just said to Mrs. Han: "This round and round must take a long time. Mother, I will go and deal with some government affairs first."

Mrs. Han nodded. She had a headache early in the morning due to the noise from Mrs. Jianghou, and now she wanted to take a nap.

Shen Qingyun left Nuanyu Pavilion and walked all the way to the place where Shen Zhifeng had a private meeting with Mrs. Jiang Hou. Isn't it a coincidence? It turned out to be the small courtyard where Shen Zhifeng once lived with Fu'an.

For a moment, she thought about Feifei.

But in broad daylight, the two of them probably wouldn't be there. I'm afraid it's just because it's so remote here and it's easy to talk.

He took out an incense stick. This was taken from Lian Rufeng at the Xuanyi Pavilion last time. It is said that burning the incense will make the person who smells it unable to calm down. He said the truest thoughts in his heart. Originally, he knew Mrs. Jianghou. I just brought it with me when I came here, but I didn't expect that it would be perfect to use it now.

She called Hanfeng: "This incense has almost no smell. You can light it and throw it into the house and listen to what they will say."

Hanfeng nodded, flew around, and arrived behind the house quietly.

Because the weather was still a bit hot, the window was half-opened. Hanfeng saw that the two people were talking far away from the window, and was afraid of making any noise, so he didn't pay attention here, so he directly threw the lit incense in through the opening.

The house is not big, but the wind blowing from the window fills the whole room with fragrance.

The two people were still talking without realizing it, their voices were very low, but fortunately they were able to hear clearly with the cold wind's martial arts against the window.

"My lord, it's not that I don't want the dowry, but I'm really desperate this time. Otherwise, why don't you give me a few hundred taels of silver first and we'll make a detailed plan."

"How can I have so much money? How could that kid Jiang Lin borrow so much money?"

"Actually, two hundred taels is enough, and I don't have much money. But in the final analysis, it's not the fault of Shen Sisi. Logically speaking, the money should have been repaid by the Duke's government. My family, Lin'er, is sincere."

"You can't say that. It's not like Sisi broke the jewelry. She is also innocent."

"Oh, my life is really miserable. I have raised my son so hard, so why did I get into such a thing again? Look at Rou'er, she is so lucky and yet she is not willing to help with such a small thing."

"She has such a young lady's temper that everyone has to get used to her and obey her, don't you know. You still have a son after all. As for Han Rou, considering her poor health, I don't even have a son!"

"Yes, if it were me, I would never be like her. I would definitely give birth to many fat boys for the Duke of the Kingdom. I would regard my husband as my heaven and take good care of my husband and raise my children at home."

"You don't know what kind of crazy thing has happened to her recently. She won't even let me in through the door of Nuanyu Pavilion."

"What, this is too much!"

.......

As the two chatted, their conversation became more and more eccentric, but they reached an agreement on insulting Han.

Mrs. Jianghou was jealous that the Han family had such a good birth in the General's Palace, and that she had a husband like Shen Zhifeng who never took concubines, but she was a widow.

Now seeing that the two of them are unhappy privately, they are even more determined to sow discord.

Fu'an is gone in Shen Zhifeng's house, and Yueniang is nowhere to be found outside the house. I originally thought of rekindling the old relationship with the Han family, but I didn't expect that the Han family suddenly became very disgusted and indifferent to him. Today, after hearing Mrs. Jianghou's words, I felt that it was indeed the Han family. It was too much, even Mrs. Jianghou, who was Han's handkerchief, couldn't stand it.

The two of them scolded each other more and more fiercely, and when they talked about their recent unhappiness, they started to feel sympathy for each other.

"When I mention these things, my heart feels like a big stone is pressing down on me, as if my chest is tight and I am short of breath." Mrs. Jiang Hou had tears in her eyes. Although she is a MILF, she still has a certain charm as she always pays attention to maintenance.

"Here, madam, if you don't mind, I can help you rub it." Shen Zhifeng was surprised that he would say such words boldly, but when he saw Mrs. Jiang Hou's appearance, he wanted to refuse but still welcomed her. When he thought that she was Han He handed me a soft handkerchief, but I couldn't suppress the evil thoughts in my heart.

Mrs. Jiang Hou had never been in such close contact with a man in many years, let alone been teased in this way. Her face turned red and her heart beat like a drum.

The two of them were tugging and tugging, and before they knew it, Shen Zhifeng was holding Mrs. Jiang Hou in his arms, rubbing and coaxing her, helping her relieve the depression in her chest.

Mrs. Jianghou's voice gradually became softer, and listening to her suppressed yet cheerful hum seemed to have a good effect.

Only Han Yu had a dark face outside the window.

It's bad luck, it's really bad luck, what a sin, he can't even eat today's meal.

The atmosphere in the room was getting hotter and hotter, and the two people were kissing each other inseparably.

Mrs. Jiang Hou looked at the man in the foreword. This man was Han Rou's husband. At this moment, he was obsessed with her, wondering what else Han Rou could be proud of in front of her.

For a time, Shen Zhifeng and Mrs. Jianghou each had their own evil intentions, but they were also the bastard who fell in love with Mung Bean.

Han Yu couldn't listen anymore and was about to leave to report the situation to Shen Qingyun, but she felt someone approaching and hurriedly hid in the bushes behind, covering her figure.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Shen Sisi.
Chapter completed!