Chapter 4: Eccentric Genius

  Although she had never met Li Yun, she had heard of him. How could this Li Yun be so thick-skinned? Lin Zhuyun confirmed in her heart that he was not Li Yun, but she didn't dare go against her aunt's wishes, so she naturally didn't speak much in the hall. When she heard his words, she vaguely understood her aunt's thoughts.

  "You'd better treat my cousin well in the future, or I won't be polite to you," Lin Zhīyún said with a fierce tone, clenching her small fist.

  "Is Miss Shen not at home?" Until now, Zhu had not seen the eldest Miss Shen, and after a glance with his bright eyes, he couldn't help but ask with a hint of curiosity.

  Lin Zhīyún said: "My cousin went to Beijing to visit her aunt."

  The imperial concubine in the capital... isn't that the noble consort from the palace? Zhu Ziming thought to himself, but then he saw the little girl pouting, her cherry lips even more rosy and inviting, her sparkling eyes shining brightly, pretending to be angry yet looking adorable and charming. Zhu Ziming's heart skipped a beat, the temptation of the little loli was also enormous.

  "What are you looking at?" Seeing his gaze was again fiery, Lin Zhixi's pretty face flushed red, and she stomped her foot in anger: "You rascal!"

  Her bright eyes were still charming even when she was angry, and Zhu Ziming suddenly remembered something, hehe smiled: "So the girl who peeked through the door gap was you..."

  Lin Zhīyún's face turned even redder, and she said shyly: "Who peeked at you..."

  "Alright, alright, I'll admit it, I was peeking at you."

  Lin Zhixia's face turned red with anger and embarrassment. This person was really shameless, not understanding the etiquette of a gentleman at all: "If you dare to speak nonsense again, I'll go tell Auntie!"

  Before he could respond, the little girl, frightened by his appearance, quickened her pace.

  Xiao Nizi isn't studying well, and has actually learned to tattle, Zhu Ziming chuckled and shook his head, continuing to follow her towards the west wing of the Shen residence.

  Lin Zhixia led Zhu Ziming to his room door and quickly rushed away.

  "Am I that scary?" Zhu Ziming rubbed his nose awkwardly and stared at the pert little buttocks.

  Pushing open the door of the room, only a faint scent of fragrance entered his nose. Zhu Ziming was intoxicated and took a deep breath, then looked around the room. The ancient and simple red sandalwood bed, the beautiful square table, the bookshelf filled with books, and the exquisite and elegant desk were indeed luxurious yet simple.

  Zhū Zǐ Míng couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "It's truly a hundred times better than that broken hut in the mountains!"

  He suddenly fell onto the bed, feeling the quilt's softness and fragrance, and unexpectedly fell asleep right away.

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  "Do you know, Shen Fu's son-in-law has actually come back."

  "He actually dares to come back, no way?"

  "Yes, and it's said that he even changed his name to Zhu Ziming."

  "Hehe, he must be too ashamed to come back, so he changed his name."

  "Perhaps it was Mrs. Shen who let him change it, or maybe not."

  "It's really miserable for Miss Shen, still having to marry this disloyal and unrighteous person. It would be better if Miss Shen were married off to me instead."

  "Ugh... forget it, with your attitude."

  On the streets of Lingyun City, the voices discussing Shen Fu rose and fell. The escaped son-in-law of the Shen family had actually run back, and it was really a sudden event that no one had expected.

  It was just that Li Yun changed his name to Zhu Ziming, although many people were surprised by this, but thinking about it, since he is a son-in-law, the children born in the future will also be surnamed Shen. What's important is not who you are or what your name is, Li Yun must have thought so too. He may not want to lose the face of his ancestors, so he changed his name and was willing to come back and continue being a son-in-law of the Shen family.

  "Brother-in-law, we love listening to your stories. Yesterday's Cinderella was so good," several young maids from the Shen household were now in the garden, surrounding Zhu Ziming and chattering excitedly, unable to contain their excitement.

  Zhu Ziming sat on the stone bench, gazing at this group of tender little girls, each with a rosy red face, delicate and charming. He smiled lewdly: "Is my story boring to you, my little wives?"

  That is, even this group of little girls can't be fooled, and they are worthy of being a successful crosser? Zhu Ziming secretly laughed in his heart, even stories like Little Red Riding Hood, they love to listen to, not to mention the story of Prince Charming in every girl's heart.

  "Uncle, your stories are all so nice, tell us another one," said Xiaoyu, the most daring of Shen's personal maids.

  "Alright, I'll tell you one," Zhu Ziming said, pausing for a moment: "But... before that, give me a kiss first..."

  "Pfui!" The several little maids simultaneously spat out a mouthful and scolded: "How disgusting..."

  That one cry was so annoying, it was simply nauseating to the bone. Zhu Ziming's tiger body trembled slightly, and he felt a burning sensation in his heart...

  After a few days of contact, the young maids had already understood this young master's temperament. This young master seemed frivolous and shameless, spending his days doing nothing decent, with a mouth full of flowery words, yet he had never laid a hand on them, seemingly loose on the surface but actually being upright.

  The humorous young master can make poems, sing small tunes, and tell pleasant stories. He is also quite handsome, but occasionally reveals a mischievous smile that makes the maidens' hearts beat faster, and they like him even more for it.

  Today, the spring light is bright and beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The colorful flowers in the garden made Zhu Ziming's heart flutter for a moment. Looking at the flower petals that were beaten by last night's spring rain, he slowly recited.

  A timely rain knows the season.

  When spring arrives.

  Silently entering the night with the wind

  Soft and quiet as silk.

  As soon as the poem ended, the entire garden fell silent. The young girls' eyes were shining brightly, radiating a captivating glow, and some of them seemed to be in a trance, enchanted by the beautiful poem and the picturesque scenery.

  "Good rain knows the timing, when spring is born..." The little maids recited softly, indulging in it, and admired the young master's poetic talent, which made them even more fond of him.

  At this moment, Zhu Ziming's face is not red, his heart is not racing, with a majestic and awe-inspiring appearance, even plagiarism can reach his level, which is also a kind of high-level realm.

  "Cough...cough..." Just as Zhu Ziming was about to strike a very cool pose, he heard a coughing sound in his ear. The voice made him pause, it was his wife's.

  "Milady!" The several young maids' faces turned pale as they saw Madame Shen approaching from a short distance, and they immediately curtsied.

  Mrs. Shen's face was stern: "What are you all doing here? Why aren't you going to work?"

  "Yes, madam," The little maids were frightened and quickly dispersed, leaving only Zhu Ziming and Madame Shen in the garden.

  Now teasing the little maid, and being caught red-handed by Mrs. Shen, Zhu Ziming thought of finding an excuse to slip away, but Mrs. Shen had already spoken: "You are their uncle after all, how can you spend your days fooling around with them, what kind of behavior is this?"

  This Zhu Ziming has not been at the Shen residence for a few days, and he has already learned to flirt with the maids. I don't know if it's like inviting a wolf into the house? Madam Shen sighed in her heart, thinking that the poem he had just composed was indeed quite talented, but he didn't understand etiquette and hadn't read the Four Books and Five Classics, yet he could compose such good poetry, truly a strange talent...