After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

Lu Zhao was already used to this kind of naked gaze.

But when he opened his eyes and saw who it was, he subconsciously put on his clothes at lightning speed and glared at her.

Lu Zhao slammed the door shut, "Wait for me!"

Yuan Qing touched his nose which was almost flattened.

His temper changes from gloomy to cheerful. If it weren't for this face, which customer could tolerate his temper?

The door opened again. There was no suitable clothing in the room, so Lu Zhao could only come out covered with a blanket. "What are you doing here again?"

Yuan Qing shrugged innocently, "Shang Zhe brought me here."

"Come in." Perhaps he believed her words, so he invited her into the house.

Realizing that she was looking at him again, Lu Zhao quickly wrapped the quilt tightly around him, revealing nothing except his face.

"Why are you always looking at me? Go back and see your little guard.

If you really can't wait, I can go across the street and call a few waiters for you."

Yuan Qing: "...I was just thinking, why are you so successful in pretending to be a woman?

I just want to learn some experience, there's no need to act like I'm after your beauty."

Lu Zhao: "..."

Still that straight and unromantic woman.

After learning that Yuan Qing was pulled into the room by Yan Ji as an exception, Shang Zhe did not go to find her, but went straight back to the Shang Mansion.

Ever since he was scolded last time, he had to kneel in the ancestral hall for two hours every day.

Seeing that the time was up again, Shang Zhe took the books and went to the ancestral hall for fear of being scolded by his father.

As night fell, Shang Zhe lit the oil lamp. Hearing some movement behind him, he rubbed his sore eyes and chuckled, "I know you're here. Don't hide. Come out."

A girl in plain clothes came out from behind the pillar. She gently placed the food box on the ground and asked, "Brother, how did you know it was me?"

As soon as Shang Zhe saw the box, he knew that she had brought him delicious food again. "Only you are so gentle and careful. Only you care about me and think about my hunger."

Shang Rou covered her mouth and laughed, "Brother always wanted to share some of the good things with me in the past. Rou'er couldn't ask father for mercy, so she could only do what she could to share brother's worries."

These words made Shang Zhe feel warm inside. She was completely different from his sister who only knew how to quarrel all day long.

Shang Rou lowered her eyes and said nothing. She opened the lid of the box, put it on the ground, rolled up her sleeves, and placed the pastries and soup bowls she had prepared herself on the table.

Just as she took out the warmed wine flask, she heard Shang Zhe ask her, "What do you think of Gong Bin?"

Shang Rou calmly poured out a glass of wine, her pretty little face was shrouded in the slowly rising heat, and seemed a little unclear.

After a long while, she replied, "I heard that he is a talented student who is highly valued by his father."

Just one sentence aroused Shang Zhe's resentment hidden in his heart, and his knuckles turned white while holding the cup, "What talent? He is just a kid who likes to show off.

He is idle all day long and says he wants to help his father with some cases. I think he must be trying to curry favor with his father..."

Shang Rou suddenly covered his mouth and said, "Walls have ears. Brother, don't say that again in the future."

As if he realized that his behavior was inappropriate, he hastily withdrew his hand and scooped a bowl of minced meat for Shang Zhe. "No matter what, you are the legitimate son of the Shang family. Even if father values him, can he go over you, my brother?"

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Shang Zhe felt a sense of suffocation in his chest. "Who knows, maybe his performance this time was caused by his father secretly..."

Shang Rou saw that he was getting more and more ridiculous, so she quickly raised her voice and shouted, "Brother!"

Shang Zhe also knew that this matter could not be implicated in his father's affairs, so he directed all his criticisms towards Gong Bin, the boy who jumped out halfway to steal his father and mother's attention.

Since he came here, what he heard most from his father was how excellent Gong Bin was and how bright Gong Bin's future was...

Shang Zhe gritted his teeth secretly.

Everyone told him that he was the pillar of the business's future and that he alone was the hope of the entire business.

Therefore, no one can stand in front of him and take away the light that should belong to him, no one!

Shang Zhe snatched the wine jug from the box, opened the stopper, and drank it all.

Looking at the person who was completely drunk, Shang Rou's originally gentle face turned cold in an instant. She forcefully pulled Shang Zhe, who was covering her shoulders, off her shoulders and threw him away casually like throwing away garbage.

Shang Zhe woke up and found himself lying in the ancestral hall, with a faint smell of alcohol in the air.

Rou'er probably went back.

Well, it’s so late after all.

Then he remembered that he was starving and freezing in the ancestral hall, and no one had ever visited him except Rou'er.

The more he thought about it, the stronger his resentment became.

The next day, Shang Zhe went to Yuan Qing's yard as if nothing had happened.

The reason was the same as the day before yesterday, saying that he wanted to take her out to play.

If it was a sudden impulse yesterday, but for two days in a row he happened to come in when Yuan Qing was reading in the room, and every time he used excuses that she couldn't refuse.

Did he really think she couldn't see his intentions?

This time Yuan Qing was well prepared. After a simple greeting, he walked past Shang Zhe and the madam and went to Lu Zhao's room.

This went on for several days, and without Shang Zhe coming to look for him, Yuan Qing would take the little guard to visit the Cangxiang Tower early in the morning.

Shang Zhe was so happy that he didn't have time to stop him from being ambitious and just indulging in pleasure.

Although Shang Ming saw it, he didn't say anything.

Lu Zhao looked speechlessly at the scoundrel who had occupied his dressing table.

There were five or six books piled on the table, and his rouge and powder were squeezed out with no place to go, so they could only be piled up in the drawer.

It was the first time he saw someone visiting a building and bringing a book with him.

Yuan Qing took a fancy to this spacious dressing table when she came the next day.

As expected of a courtesan in Zangxianglou, this is great treatment. It is just right to be used as a desk for her.

"Hey, how long are you going to occupy my place?" Lu Zhao stretched out his voice.

"When this room belongs to someone else, I will stop coming here."

What this means is that Yuan Qing will stay here for one day as long as he is here.

Not only is the environment comfortable, but there is also a ready-made top student here who can provide guidance at any time.

"Can you really bear this?

In my opinion, you should tell this to old man Shang and let him punish his son. " Lu Zhao leaned against the bed, holding a picture book in his hand, reading it with great interest.

“I didn’t take his behavior seriously at all.

Instead of spending time trying to compete with him, you might as well work hard to improve your grades and defeat him with what he is most proud of. That would be truly heartbreaking."

"You've learned a lot." Lu Zhao raised his hand and turned a page, his eyes never leaving the album. "Are you really so confident that you can beat him? Don't forget, Shang Zhe won the first place in the government case."