Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

"Besides, my eldest brother ignored you because he didn't want to embarrass father. He is not a paper tiger."

"Mother, please think about it carefully."

After Lu Fengning finished speaking, he opened the door and left, leaving Lin staring at his back with angry red eyes, and then tears flowed down her face.

The son she gave birth to with all her might thought that everything she did was absurd and ignorant, but he had no idea what she encountered after she came back with his father.

If it weren’t for that woman, how could Fengning be sent away?

If Fengning had not been sent away, how could he be so unfamiliar with her.

That woman never looked down on her and thought she was cheap.

But she lives the best life, so she wants to live better too!

Lin gritted her teeth and wiped away the tears on her face, "Madame Wang!"

Just three days after the Lantern Festival, Li Mofu was still leisurely, or perhaps he could only be this leisurely.

To pass the time, he began to learn calligraphy and occasionally draw children's paintings, which were similar to what six or seven-year-old children learned.

The one who taught him was a nanny sent from Qinglian Courtyard, and Li Mofu called her Nanny Liang.

It is said that she used to be Lu Mingyun's wet nurse. Now she is forty years old. One of her daughters is married and her husband has passed away. In order to make a living, she entered the marquis's mansion again.

Nanny Liang can read and write, and has rich life experience, which is enough for Li Mofu to keep busy for a while.

We’ll talk about the future later.

"Young Master, why are there always missing strokes when you write?" Nanny Liang always found the same problem every time she copied the characters from memory.

Li Mofu blinked his innocent eyes and said, "I can't remember."

Actually, I am not used to it. I am very not used to it. I am extremely not used to it.

"Alas, young master has only just started learning to write, so it is inevitable that he will forget things easily. Just proceed step by step." Nanny Liang helplessly attributed the reason to Li Mofu's age.

Li Mofu, who was only eighteen years old and was called old, "..."

Such a beautiful age!

Such a sunrise!

Such vibrant youth!

In the eyes of these ancient people, he was actually old!

Really, I’m convinced.

"It's a nice day today, would you like to go for a stroll in the West Garden?" Nanny Liang heard Li Mofu's temper tantrum and said with some amusement.

Li Mofu thought about it and shook his head, "I want to read the travelogue."

"Let's stop here for today, young master." Nanny Liang stood up and said.

Li Mofu responded and stood up, then ran downstairs, shouting, "Guozi! My snack!"

"Sir, don't run so fast, be careful not to fall!" Guozi's voice came from the yard.

Li Mofu licked his lips. He was so hungry from writing that he had to have some snacks.

He sat on a chair in the hall and waited for Guozi to bring some snacks. Mo Yi was still drying a quilt in the yard. He stared at it but couldn't tell whose quilt it was.

Nanny Liang was still in the study tidying up.

"Mo Yi bought some new snacks for you today. I don't know if you like them, so I bought a small amount." Guozi came over with the snacks.

"Let me try it." Li Mofu reached out and grabbed a piece of snow-white food and put it in his mouth.

It’s salty and milky, so delicious.

"Delicious, delicious!" Li Mofu nodded frantically.

Seeing that his hands were still covered in ink after grabbing some snacks, Guozi pursed his lips and sighed, "Sir, go wash your hands. Don't let the food upset your stomach."

"Oh!" Li Mofu immediately stood up and washed his hands.

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Unlike the leisurely and harmonious atmosphere of Shizuka-in, Hongdou's place is dead, as if there is no life left.

Nanny Wang had just left the courtyard, leaving behind only a bottle of new poison.

The small bottle of poison was placed on the table. Hongdou sat beside the table with her eyes lowered, not daring to look at it.

For a long time, she looked at the osmanthus tree in the yard that was sprouting new buds.

It was the only tree in her little place and was her usual object of admiration. Sometimes she could stare at the tree for a whole day.

Her life was truly boring.

Before becoming a concubine, she still had work to do and sisters to chat with.

Since she became a concubine, she has not been able to serve the young master for many days, and now she is like an outdated object placed in this simple courtyard.