Although there are already thousands of horses galloping inside, Shen Zhifeng is still very calm on the surface. He holds Mrs. Jianghou, stares into her eyes, and calls her nickname: "Weiwei, your eyes are so beautiful, I feel like I'm watching you I see a poem in my eyes.”

Mrs. Jianghou's eyes were dim at the moment, her hands were still holding Shen Zhifeng's skirt, and her legs were rubbing uncomfortably, looking very emotional.

Hearing Shen Zhifeng praise her like this, he felt naturally happy. He lowered his head and bit his lip, and said in a polite voice: "Mr. Shen, then please take pity on me."

These words were charming and provocative, but Shen Zhifeng suddenly looked like a gentleman and was unmoved. He touched a strand of hair hanging down from the edge of Mrs. Jianghou's bun: "Weiwei, don't be in a hurry, let me take a closer look at you. I I never realized before that you are so naturally beautiful, soft and charming, so I didn’t dare to use force for fear of hurting you somewhere.”

Mrs. Jiang Hou glanced at Shen Zhifeng angrily, her eyes full of love: "Don't worry about me, just come and enjoy yourself."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes and prepared to receive the stormy baptism and nourishment.

But Shen Zhifeng still didn't get to the point, and instead talked about insights and literature.

The initially ambiguous atmosphere gradually turned into a bit of embarrassment.

Mrs. Jiang Hou: I have taken off my skirt, can you just have a casual chat with me?

Unsatisfied, she finally became dissatisfied and frowned: "Mr. Shen, what's wrong with you? Didn't you ask me out? Do you dislike me for being too old and unattractive to you? You What you just said are all lies, are you trying to fool me?"

At this time, Shen Zhifeng finally felt the effect of the medicine. His expression changed and he directly pressed Mrs. Jianghou on the bed: "How could it be possible, Weiwei, you are so beautiful."

As he said that, he pulled the quilt and covered himself.

The bed was turned upside down, and the rain that Mrs. Jiang Hou had been waiting for finally fell.

.......

After a while of tossing, Mrs. Jiang Hou lay fully on Shen Zhifeng's chest, her lips were swollen, and her eyes were shining. It was obvious that she had been very intense just now.

What was completely different from her was that Shen Zhifeng had been panting with his eyes closed. He felt that after this time, he was more tired and tired than before.

However, he was still very tough: "Weiwei, if I weren't afraid that you wouldn't be able to bear it, I would have to fight you for another three hundred rounds."

Mrs. Jiang Hou couldn't hide the smile on her lips. She slapped Shen Zhifeng coquettishly and then seemed to think of something: "No one noticed us that day. I'm still a little worried."

Shen Zhifeng touched her chin: "I've checked it out, but you still can't trust me when I do things. Don't worry about it."

Shen Qingyun thought to herself, you should worry about it, after all, she is already sitting in the room next to them at this moment.

She took a sip of tea to suppress her nausea. Although she arrived late and didn't hear those sounds, thinking about the two people next door made her feel really uncomfortable.

The two people in the next room were not aware at this moment. On the contrary, they were still evil-minded and started talking about the affairs of Duke Shen's mansion.

Mrs. Jiang Hou asked tentatively: "Since Lin'er is going to marry Sisi, then the Han family must come up with some dowry. After all, she is the eldest daughter of the Duke's mansion, so she can't be without a few appearances, otherwise someone else will marry Shen. Qingyun, that also needs to be weighed."

Shen Zhifeng frowned when he heard this: "That woman Han Rou, now only cares about Shen Qingyun, her daughter. She told me before that she would leave all her things to Shen Qingyun as a dowry. She is really a person with bent elbows. madman."

"No, the water thrown out by the married daughter will belong to other people's families from now on." Mrs. Jianghou said angrily, and then changed her subject: "But it's different here. Didn't we do it before? I said we would split it equally."

"Then your son has to marry Shen Qingyun. Now I have no choice."

"Are you just going to watch such a large dowry fall into the hands of others?"

Shen Zhifeng's eyes burst out with cruelty: "Of course it won't work."

Mrs. Jianghou thought of how Jiang Lin had been in a daze these past few days and couldn't help but sigh. She cursed in her heart that Shen Qingyun was such a vixen, why could his son not let go of him?

So she shook Shen Zhifeng's shoulders: "Otherwise, let my son Jiang Lin marry Shen Qingyun as an equal wife. It's not impossible for these sisters to marry together."

Shen Zhifeng shook his head: "Impossible, Han Rou will not agree."

Mrs. Jiang Hou glanced at him: "You are Shen Qingyun's father and the master of the Duke's mansion. Why can't you make the decision? If Han Rou doesn't agree, then she has to agree!"

Of course Shen Zhifeng also wanted to make a decision forcefully, but he knew that he could not force Han Rou. This was also the pain that had been deeply rooted in his heart for more than ten years.

Thinking of this, his voice became colder: "Chu Chu, what can you do?"

"Women value fertility most. A woman who cannot give birth to children is just a hen that cannot lay eggs and is worthless. When the time comes, who will be willing to marry her back." Mrs. Jianghou said with a hint.

"This..." Shen Zhifeng hesitated.

Seeing that Shen Qingyun was getting more and more beautiful, he was still thinking about which prince he would marry Shen Qingyun to. Even if he couldn't be his wife, he could be a concubine. At any rate, he would become a relative of the emperor.

If Shen Qingyun was drugged, wouldn't he become a loser?

Mrs. Jianghou could figure out Shen Zhifeng's thoughts and advised: "That girl's heart is not in the Duke's palace. I don't think she has much respect for you as a father. If she is asked to marry high, she probably won't I know how to help you. But there is something wrong with her and no one is willing to marry her. Why don't the Han family subsidize some more dowry? That is money that is really in her own hands!"

Silver, yes, he is a dignified prince, but his hands are in embarrassment.

These words finally moved Shen Zhifeng, but he was still a little hesitant: "That girl is now in charge of the central minister of the Duke's Mansion, and she has made the Jianjia courtyard very strong. It is not a good idea to drug her and then expose it. It’s an easy thing.”

"Jianjia Courtyard is difficult to enter, so why not have Nuanyu Pavilion?" Mrs. Jiang Hou touched Shen Zhifeng's heart with her hand.

"You mean..."

The two looked at each other, showing an understanding of each other.

Mrs. Jiang Hou was extremely excited. Han Rou, Han Rou, if one day Shen Qingyun knew that you ruined her with your own hands, wouldn’t it mean that she would be divorced from you? When the time comes, your husband won’t care about you, and your children won’t care about you. I don’t think you are better than me. torment.

Shen Zhifeng thought of the generous dowry, and the last trace of guilt in his heart was diluted. Shen Qingyun is his daughter, why should she pay for herself.
Chapter completed!