General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming

Guo Lingxi mocked, “If she doesn’t want to do it, will she use the name of Mr. Zhuge’s sister to swindle everyone? She’s just deliberately mystifying and keeping Zhuge Qing in suspense! To think that he’s the number one strategist of the Western Jin Dynasty, but he was actually fooled by a girl. In my opinion, he’s nothing much!”

Just as she finished speaking, she sensed that something was wrong with the young eunuch’s expression. Her heart skipped a beat. She turned around and saw Zhuge Qing sitting in a wheelchair, slowly pushed forward by a Black Armored Guard.

Did he… hear what she said just now?

Zhuge Qing was a strategist in the Eldest Prince’s residence, but he occasionally entered the palace to play chess with the Western Jin Emperor. This was something everyone knew.

Because his legs were not good enough to walk, the Western Jin Emperor exempted him from bowing to anyone.

As Zhuge Qing got closer and closer, Guo Lingxi’s breathing became more and more stagnant.

Strange.

The person approaching was clearly just a cripple in a wheelchair. Why did she feel such a terrifying aura and pressure?

It was an invisible pressure, and the air seemed to have materialized.

Guo Lingxi’s heart was in her throat.

When Zhuge Qing’s wheelchair brushed past her, she actually could not move.

However, Zhuge Qing did not do anything. He did not even look at her and walked past her.

After the Black Armored Guard pushed Zhuge Qing away, Guo Lingxi finally found her breath. She took a deep breath and her legs went weak as she fell to the ground, as if she had died once.

“It’s too scary… This man… is too scary…”

Second Master Shen did not return the en tire night and only returned to his house at noon the next day.

Afraid of being discovered by the Old Master, he entered secretly.

“Fortunately, I’m smart.”

He carefully closed the door and turned around to see a sinister figure standing in front of him. He was shocked and slammed into the door behind him. “Ah!”

“What are you screaming for?” Old Master Shen said in a low voice.

“Dad?”

Second Master Shen rubbed his eyes and boldly walked forward. “It’s really you. Why are you in my room? Why aren’t you saying anything? You scared me to death. Wait, Dad… Don’t tell me you waited for me in the room all night?”

Old Master Shen said angrily, “What do you think?”

Second Master Shen opened the window and looked at his father’s two big dark circles. He felt that they were close to the mark, not far off. “I didn’t mean not to come back last night. I… I drank too much…”

He explained softly and waited for his father to beat him up.

Unexpectedly, Old Master Shen did not beat him up. Instead, he got someone to bring him a bowl of hangover tea.

He didn’t dare to drink it, afraid that his father wouldn’t beat him up and would poison him instead.

“Good for you.” Old Master Shen glared at him.

He had been to the Eldest Prince’s residence so many times, but he had only seen the steward of the residence. He was not even qualified to approach Mr. Zhuge within ten steps. This son actually reached the heavens in a single step

and became Mr. Zhuge’s guest.

“Dad, are you still beating me up?”

Yesterday, he had caused trouble in his father’s room and embarrassed his father. He had not returned home at night… Just thinking about it, he would have to be whipped three to five times.

“Get lost…” Old Master Shen wanted to say get lost and sleep, but when the words reached his lips, he coughed lightly. “Sober up first. I still have something on. I’ll leave first.”

Second Master Shen’s eyes flashed and he tested the waters. “Dad, my carriage is a little old.”

“Get someone to get you a new one.”

“Your jade wine pot is not bad.”

“Go get it yourself.”

“And those calligraphy and paintings in your study…”

“Shen Xin!”

“I’m going to sleep. Take care, Dad.”

Second Master Shen stopped while he was ahead.

Old Master Shen left his courtyard with a straight face. After taking two steps, Old Master Shen couldn’t help but laugh.

“Bastard, you’ve done well!”

In the afternoon, Mei Ji brought back news.

“There’s good news and bad news. The good news is that the herb has yet to be used. The bad news is that the person who bought the herbs is an alchemist under Feng Xiaoran.”

“Who’s Feng Xiaoran?” Su Xiaoxiao asked..