Mommy Knotweed she can do anything

When a woman in a delicate and dignified kimono with the unique dark pattern embroidered on the sleeves of the Zenyuan family appeared at the door of the Zenyuan house, the servants did not dare to stop them, but only asked, "Madam?"

The woman glanced at him and frowned slightly: "You don't know who you are?"

The servant wiped his sweat and said with a sneer, "I only came to serve in my family in recent years..."

That shouldn't be either.

The woman took out a paper fan from her sleeve, and slowly unfolded it to cover half of her face. The light in her eyes was dark and dim, flickering on and off: "Where is the master, where did he go?"

"My lord entertains the guests in the inner room!" The servant, who seemed short of breath for no reason under her aura, answered eagerly, as if he was glad that he could answer.

The woman nodded in satisfaction.With a light movement of her fingertips, she retracted the fan and went straight to the inner room, but the servants didn't dare to stop her, allowing her to walk away without haste.

After she walked a little farther, the servant hurriedly asked the steward, but only got a reprimand from the other party: "I don't know the identity of the other party and let her in like that, you really deserve it!"

He originally wanted to punish the servant, but another secret guard also reported it, making him serious: "You really didn't feel wrong? The spell power that the other party almost leaked just now is not inferior to the master?!"

The guard responded solemnly.

The steward took a deep breath, felt like reporting to the upper-level elders, and at the same time secretly ordered to increase security.

What is the origin of this person? !

The woman realized something was wrong almost halfway through.She doesn't care about other things, but the Chanyuan family can't do it.

The entire layout has changed a lot, the pond has been refurbished, the white walls have been repainted, and the bricks and tiles have become unfamiliar materials.

It’s fine if the servants are dressed in inappropriate clothes just now, but along the way, they are full of strange things, some are like treasures handed down from neighboring countries, while others are like things from the West——

The woman broke away from her "identity" a little bit, and began to ponder how long she had slept this time.

The Chanyuan family seems to have changed a lot. Her patriarch should be dead too. Why don't she just leave?

As soon as the little corpse had this idea, he saw a little guy who was not as tall as her waist rushing over excitedly, pointed at her arrogantly and asked, "Who are you?"

This child is embroidered with dark lines unique to the children of the direct branch, with delicate skin and expensive clothes, it should be the child of the main branch.Judging by the spell power on him, he seems to be quite talented, and he might be the future master's choice.

The woman thought for half a second, corrected her posture, and nodded slightly: "Who are you?"

"You don't know me?" The boy showed an expression like you might be a fool, and pointed to himself proudly, "I'm the son of the Chanyuan family! I'm also the most talented magician of this generation!"

Snapped!

A paper fan hit him hard on the forehead, leaving a red mark on Jingui's young master's delicate white skin.

The young master was in a daze, and he couldn't believe that he was hit on the head by a woman, so he couldn't help but scold him immediately: "You uneducated scum—"

Snapped!

one more time.

The woman who moved as fast as lightning frowned slightly, covering half of her face with a fan: "What's your name?"

Even though she had just hit someone, she still had a calm expression, full of elegance, like a noble lady in Heianjing.

The young master finally realized that this woman might not be easy for him to mess with, he instinctively took a step back, and forced himself to face: "I am Naoya Zenyuan, you really don't know?!"

"Zaozai..." The woman calculated according to the genealogy, and was taken aback, "Is it a thousand years later?!"

The young master snorted: "What are you talking nonsense--" He suddenly looked at her attire, and his excellent eyesight made him immediately recognize that it was something from the Zenyuan family, and he also recognized that it was unique to the Heianjing era Style, not at all watered down.

The young master was also a little surprised.

Although conjurers are just mortals, and will experience birth, old age, sickness and death, there are also some special conjurers who can live for a long time and have a good face...

"Hey, old woman, how long have you lived?" he asked out loudly.

The woman's hand holding the handle of the fan tightened, and the expensive paper fan suddenly shattered into ashes in the blink of an eye.Her eyes were narrowed and slender, full of danger, her spell power gradually surged, and her hair was windless and automatic.

"Although your business is not my duty, I would be ashamed if such a scumbag happened to the Zenyuan family." The woman pinched a barrier and raised the corners of her lips, "In order to prevent ignorant youngsters from stopping , it’s better to be safe.”

She approached step by step without haste, Zenyuan Naozai instinctively retreated step by step, until he hit the barrier and had no way to retreat, and then panicked: "You, what are you going to do!"

"Teach the scum a lesson." The woman said firmly.

Zenyuan Naozai wanted to scold people, but he forcibly held back, immediately notified the elders on his mobile phone quietly, and at the same time shouted: "Hurry up and stop this lunatic!"

madman?

First being despised, then considered old, and being insulted... Okay, okay, okay, it's really stepping on her back!

The woman laughed out of anger.

At this time, she didn't care about any elegance—after all, she was a powerful and rare female conjurer who participated in the crusade against the two-faced Nuo with the head of the Buddhist monastery—and slapped her across the face.

The clear and loud voice echoed in the enchantment, shaking Zenyuan Naoya's mind to buzz.

Everyone else is stupid.

Because the skin was too thin and tender, within a few seconds of beating, the swollen skin turned red, and physiological tears quickly filled the eye sockets, and the beautiful eyes were full of grievance and anger.

"What are you doing?!" The child's soft voice became sharp, and his anger burned his mind, causing him to shout desperately, "How dare you hit me!"

The woman glanced at the guards who were trapped outside the barrier, did not dare to act rashly and tried hard to think about the solution, and looked a little impatient: "You are really favored."

"Oh, of course I'm favored! I'm the son, the son! Let me tell you, when the head of the family comes, you will be finished!"

Arrogant, stupid, weak.

The woman slapped him again.

The patriarch of the Buddhist monastery back then gave her too much preference and rights, and her strength also gave her enough willful rights-this was one of the reasons why Xiao Zong chose her back then.

Leaving aside the past, no matter what, she can be regarded as his ancestor now.It is only natural for the ancestors to teach the juniors, right?

and so.

The woman sneered, and while pushing him to the ground, gracefully took off his outer lining and inner garment, took off his hakama, and pulled a small piece of thin bamboo from the bamboo forest beside him with magic power.

She moved slowly, and waited until the person in charge basically arrived, and then raised her eyelids a little: "You are not good enough in this generation, so let the concubine teach you how to teach your children."

With that said, the beating went down without hesitation.

Zenyuan Naoya felt the great shame, his face ached, but his buttocks didn't hurt very much, but the place where he was beaten attracted attention, and the heat made his scalp numb.

"You—"

"First of all, there is a question of address." The woman raised an index finger, and hit it a little harder, saying as she hit, "There should be a minimum of courtesy to women and elders, and don't treat them with vulgar remarks at every turn."

Zenyuan Naoya gradually felt the pain in his buttocks.

"Secondly, it's a matter of attitude." The woman continued to increase the intensity in a leisurely manner, her movements were always calm and elegant, "As a son-in-law, it basically represents the appearance of the Chanyuan family. You must show the demeanor of a noble family. Instead of acting like a dilapidated family with gold and jade on the outside."

Chanyuan Naoya could no longer ignore the pain from his buttocks, he subconsciously wanted to block it with his hands, but it only left a heavy red mark on his hands.

He was already crying with anger, and wanted to yell, but was frightened by the woman's cold eyes and held back.

"Finally, it's a question of strength." The woman's smile faded, her subordinates stopped suddenly, and then grabbed his throat and slowly raised it, slowly walking to the strongest person in the crowd outside the barrier, "He just said, He's the most talented?"

The person opposite stroked his beard, hesitated for a second or two before saying: "That's not bad, the one who is qualified is indeed Naoya the strongest."

The woman threw the child who had no resistance at all—or she gave up resistance, but just watched the person opposite and begged to the man. Under the eyes of everyone, she picked out the two girls hiding in the shadows.

It was a pair of twin sisters.

Delicate and childish, the baby fat has not faded.

The one on the left snuggled up to the one on the right with a look of horror, while the one on the right looked at her with interest, and even gloated at the crying child hugging the man.

Well, promising, like her.

The woman smiled with satisfaction, and pointed to the girl on the right: "I think she is quite talented, how about letting her be the next Patriarch?"

A sound stirred up a thousand waves.

The servants, guards and elders were talking about it.

Zenyuan Naoya's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He pointed at the twin sisters with disdain: "You said Zhenyi, I thought you were blind at most, but you actually said that Zhenxi, who has no magic power--are you out of your mind?"

"Idiot." Zhenyi scolded in a low voice, "I still can't see the atmosphere clearly at this time. Haven't you seen the patriarch indulge her so much, she must be powerful!"

Maki just smiled, patted her sister's little head, and there was a little excitement in her eyes.

The woman laughed.

It's ridiculous in every sense of the word.

She walked slowly towards the man whom the little girl called the Patriarch, who was holding Naoya of the Zen Academy, her eyes were cold and domineering: "Let's make a contract with this concubine, if in the future this trash can't beat the child I am looking at, The Patriarch of the Chanyuan family has to give in."

"Of course, if you don't agree, I'll clean up the monastery's house right now." The woman said with a light smile, holding the child she snatched from the master of the monastery at some point.

"..." The Patriarch of the Chanyuan sighed, "Can I tell you your identity?"

"Anyway, it has to do with the wife of the fourth generation head of the Chanyuan family." The woman replied casually.

The patriarch of the Buddhist monastery made a note, stroked his beard again, and said tentatively: "Although I want to agree, I can't easily agree to this kind of thing. After all, Maki is a side branch and has no magic power. The patriarch must show merits." Come on. Besides, you can't completely deny Naoya's plasticity, as the son of a political family, he is indeed not inferior to others in terms of talent or ability."

The woman thought for a while.

She rubbed her eyebrows: "It makes sense."

After all, he is a troublesome Zenyuan family.

She turned around, turned towards the girl whose excitement gradually faded, and bent down in a good-tempered manner: "Your name is Maki? Is it your sister?"

Little Maki nodded.

She is not timid at all.

The woman smiled slightly, and tidied her hair and clothes reservedly: "If you want to be the head of the family in the future, go and fight with him. No one dares to stop you from competing fairly. If you do, just leave home Come and find me."

Maki blinked: "Are you leaving?"

After a big fuss.

The woman nodded: "After all, there were two little mice chasing the concubine just now."

She glanced coldly at Zenyuan Naoya, the plain white hands made Zenyuan Naoya tremble in fright, she was tearful, and she tried to pretend to be calm.

"You just need to be fair and just." She said to the Patriarch of the Zen Academy, "I still have things to deal with, and I may come back or not."

Then Shi Shi ran away.

A large group of people, not without wanting to stop them, passed out silently in the next second.

Regardless of the flustered people in the Chanyuan family, she lowered her eyelids and said, "Why don't you show your face, do you want to make a move? I don't care about it, I just go away first."

From the shadows at the side, a tall young man walked out silently.He held a child who seemed to be only two years old, and looked at him suspiciously: "Are you serious? Is this mother?"

The child's face had black lines that were extremely familiar to women, and her familiar appearance made her panic. The dark red pupils stared at her, and slowly revealed a scarlet smile.

"Yes, this is our mother—"

"Right?"