Shen Yizhi was very sure: "This is done very secretly, and she will definitely not find out. In a few years, when An'er grows up and becomes a talented person, I will find a way to make her appear in front of people in a legitimate way."

Zhao's heart suddenly jumped: "Justified? What do you want to do?"

At that time, the status of the consort seemed to be very high, but he could not take concubines like ordinary men, even maids in the same house.

How could he let that woman appear legitimately?

Mrs. Zhao was a little flustered: "Son, please don't do stupid things, don't harm our Marquis Mansion."

Shen Yizhi said confidently: "Mom, please don't worry, everything will be fine."

Mrs. Zhao was very worried, but now that the matter had come to this, she did not dare to interfere. She was worried that if the news was accidentally leaked, their Pingnan Marquis Mansion would be accused of deceiving the emperor!

After Zhao left, Shen Yizhi went into the study, picked up a book on The Art of War, and began to study it.

When night fell, the servants came to ask if there was water for bathing. He frowned and suddenly felt that he was no different from the concubines in the palace who were stripped naked and carried to bed.

But he is an upright man, how can he sleep with a woman?

If he wants to sleep with him, that woman should be the one to sleep with him!

It’s simply against the norm!

He felt disgusted in his heart and said coldly: "No need for now, I will practice sword practice later."

He came to the courtyard with his sword in hand, looking graceful like a dragon dancing with a long sword.

I don’t know how long it took...

"snort!"

Shen Yi groaned, and the long sword fell to the ground from his hand, the blade stained with red blood.

Blood stains slowly flowed down his pure white robe, and soon formed a small pool of blood on the ground.

"Someone is coming!"

"Oh my God!" Abei came over after hearing the news, and his face instantly turned pale when he saw the dazzling blood.

Pingnanhou Mansion, which should have been silent, suddenly became lively. The servants ran to find the doctor. Abei helped Shen Yizhi to lie down on the bed.

Shen Yizhi waved his hand: "You go to Jinxiu Garden to confess to the princess. Just say that I was injured and can't sleep with you, so she doesn't have to wait."

Abei called a maid to look after the consort, and he took the order and went to Jinxiu Garden.

Then I saw that there were no lights on outside Jinxiu Garden.

Not only were there no lights, the door of Jinxiu Garden was still tightly closed, and the sound of the piano slowly overflowed like the tinkling of running water, which was very pleasant.

Abei can't play the piano, but the prince-in-law was known as a talented scholar in Shengjing when he was young. His skills in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all good. Abei follows the prince-in-law and has some appreciation ability.

He vaguely heard that the emotion conveyed in the music seemed to be... very cheerful?

Cheerful?

Not sure, listen again.

Two quarters of an hour later.

Abei returned to Tengyun Garden.

There is always a doctor in the Hou Mansion, and the doctor has already come and bandaged Shen Yizhi's wound.

Shen Yizhi was leaning on the bedside, holding a military book in his hand. His pale face became paler and sicker under the dim candlelight, weakening a bit of his coldness and indifference that could repel people thousands of miles away.

Hearing the noise, Shen Yizhi looked up and saw that Abei had a strange look on his face. He understood in his heart: "Is she giving you a hard time?"

She had been waiting for the consummation of her marriage for six years, and today she finally had the chance, but he was injured.

She couldn't bear to be angry with him, so she could only make things difficult for her servants.

Abei muttered: "The villain... didn't see the princess."

Shen Yizhi paused while turning the pages of the book, and raised his eyes in confusion: "Didn't you see?"

Abei lowered his head, not daring to look at the prince-in-law's expression: "Jinxiu Garden has been locked, and there are no lights at the door."

Swish.

A hole suddenly appeared on the flat page.

Jinxiu Garden.

Leng Lanzhi stroked the strings lightly, her red lips slightly raised, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

Xiaorou brought in the bird's nest and couldn't help but ask: "Why is the princess so happy?"

Leng Lanzhi smiled slightly and said, "I remembered a happy thing."

Her favorite thing to do when she was young was to chase after Shen Yizhi, and she spent a lot of effort to get his attention.

I still remember that at a banquet, she accidentally knocked over the tea cup and the back of her hand was burned red by the hot tea. She covered the red back of her hand and came to Shen Yizhi and told him aggrievedly that she was burned.

What did he say then?

oh.

"If you're injured, go to the imperial doctor. I don't know how to heal."

After a few hours, he asked for burn ointment.

He was always like this, rejecting her in person while showing concern afterwards.

Her heart was firmly held by his clever methods, thinking that he also liked her, but she didn't dare to express her feelings due to her status, so she chose to continue to love her alone.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the courtyard door, and someone came to call: "Princess Qi, the consort is injured!"

Xiaorou's expression changed: "How could the consort be injured?"

Leng Lanzhi stopped playing the piano and said calmly: "Why don't you just ask?"

Not long after, Xiaorou came back and said with a solemn expression: "The prince-in-law accidentally cut his arm while dancing with the sword, and it bled a lot."

"That's it." Leng Lanzhi was not surprised, and his tone was quite indifferent.

Xiaorou was startled: "Princess, don't we go and have a look?"

Leng Lanzhi stretched and said, "Turn off the lights and rest."

Xiaorou looked confused.

Normally, if the princess learned that her consort was injured, she would definitely feel very distressed. She might not even have time to change her clothes before she would care about her consort's injury.

What happened today...?

Could it be that he was heartbroken by the consort?

All the lights in Jinxiu Garden were turned off.

After a tiring day, Leng Lanzhi quickly fell asleep.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the courtyard door again.

Xiaorou went to open the door, but when she saw the person outside the door, her expression changed: "Madam."

Zhao's butt still hurts, but she can still move, but the wound will be affected when walking.

As soon as the wound hurt, her already angry mood became even more angry, and she asked angrily: "Where is the princess?"

Xiaorou saw that her face was not good, so she firmly stopped at the door: "The princess has rested, Madam, please come back tomorrow if you have something to do."

"What nonsense!" Mrs. Zhao was furious: "Her husband was injured, and if she didn't go to take care of him, how could she sleep? How could she sleep?"

Xiaorou didn't know how to answer, so she simply didn't answer: "Ma'am, be careful. We can wait until the princess wakes up tomorrow to talk about anything."

"You dog slave, get out of my way, Madam!" Ms. Zhao pushed hard.

The Pingnan Marquis Mansion was only established twenty years ago. Before that, Zhao had been working in the fields. Even after she had been pampered and pampered for twenty years, her strength was not that of a girl like Xiaorou who had been raised in the palace since she was a child.

Comparable.

Xiaorou staggered as she was pushed and almost fell down.

Mrs. Zhao burst into the courtyard angrily.

Xiaorou saw her expression was not kind and wanted to stop her, regardless of her sore shoulder.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Leng Lanzhi stood at the door wearing a cloak, looking at Mrs. Zhao coldly: "You dare to break into my residence without notifying me, do you want to rebel?"

It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her by her pocket, and Zhao's anger was extinguished a lot.

She didn't forget the ten big boards.

Then I thought about it, Gu Diansi was not here at the moment, so he became arrogant again: "Is there a wife like you? Your husband is injured, and you don't even look at it?"

Leng Lanzhi's slender and white fingertips twisted a strand of hair around and around, her red lips slightly hooked, and she slowly opened her mouth.
Chapter completed!