Abandoned Woman Remarried: Love Leng Nian General

Chapter 129

"The most vile woman in Chang'an City who is in the limelight right now is the second-married young lady of the Ninth Grade Sesame Officer Su's family. Speaking of this second-married young lady, she was also unlucky. It's been a month since I made a fuss about being promiscuous and ignorant of my aunt, and I was caught, raped, and in bed by this righteous master..."

Su Fengjin held the teacup and lowered her head, revealing a tender white and slender neck, a strand of hair hanging around her neck, which made her complexion fairer and made her whole body a little more supple, no matter who saw it, This is like a quiet and weak woman, not half of what a wicked woman should look like.

These things are mixed up with true and false, even if Su Fengjin said no, these people would not believe it. After all, the women in Chang'an City are always idle, and they will always pick out some such and such things. It was spread ten times and one hundred times, and finally lost its original flavor, but these people didn't know it, so Su Fengjin never took it to heart, but after listening to it, she still felt a little embarrassed.

The storyteller didn't feel anything wrong at all, Zhan Qingcheng was sitting in a general's standard sitting posture, he squinted his eyes, looked at the eloquent storyteller, his face was gloomy and murderous.

Su Fengjin was immersed in her own world and never noticed it. Su Fengjin didn't raise her head until the whole hall suddenly became turbulent and noisy.

A group of people in front of them rushed in dressed as hooligans, and if they copied the guy, they smashed it up, and the whole scene was in chaos. Zhan Qingcheng, who was alone in Yajian, put down the teacup in satisfaction, and led Su Fengjin out of the chaotic scene. wine shop.

Su Fengjin tugged at Zhan Qingcheng: "Why is there a fight? You are a general after all, don't you care?"

Zhan Qingcheng dragged her to walk on the busy street, his resolute face became darker and darker in the night: "Su Fengjin, are you going to show your ridiculous kindness again? People in Su's mansion treat you like that. You, you are still rushing to dig out your heart and lungs, you have the skill to be kind to others, why don't you think of ways to please me."

Su Fengjin patted his hand away and walked forward angrily. Zhan Qingcheng was afraid that he would get lost like last time, so he hurriedly followed with big strides, with the corners of his lips flaring: "What? Am I wrong? When you were sitting in prison , your elder brother can leave you completely in court..."

"My elder brother treated me very well." Su Fengjin recalled that when she was a child, without Su Mingyang's secret help, Su Fengjin would have starved to death and froze to death, why would she stand here like this, Su Fengjin is not an ungrateful person.

"Then what about me? Treat you badly?" Zhan Qingcheng tugged Su Fengjin into his arms.

Su Fengjin pushed him away, angrily: "For your blessing, I'm still alive, it's really not easy."

"What are you going to do?" Zhan Qingcheng saw her looking for a small path, and hurriedly followed her.

"Report to the officer."

Zhan Qingcheng clasped her wrist and pushed her against the wall with a sneer: "What kind of report is it, Su Fengjin, you are really serious, you acted like that when the storyteller talked about you before, but now you are Are you going to pretend to be a saint here again?"

Su Fengjin lowered her eyes and remained silent.She also didn't know that Zhan Qingcheng gave her the Hungry Ghost Festival on this day.

Zhan Qingcheng pulled her back, and Su Fengjin followed silently. After following for a long way, Qiu Yu suddenly rushed towards her face with the chill of impending light snow.

Zhan Qingcheng propped up his cloak, covering Su Fengjin's head like an eggplant beaten by frost: "Go home."

The cold autumn rain enveloped the General's Mansion. The old lady was standing at the gate of the General's Mansion with a cane in her hand and a string of whisk beads in her hand, and she was reading slowly. When she saw Zhan Qingcheng and Su Fengjin running back from the rain, she snorted coldly and held each Holding the nanmu Buddha beads, his face became more and more gloomy.

Su Fengjin stood under the steps of the Jianguo Mansion, looking down at the ground, the autumn rain fell heavily, and soon a layer of water accumulated on the ground, the lamp was reflected in the water, revealing Su Fengjin's frightened face.

Lan Xin standing next to the old lady was wearing a warm-colored brocade dress wrapped with begonia flowers, and a jasper colored glass hairpin in her hair. Inexplicably, it was somewhat similar to the hairpin on Zhan Qingcheng's head, and there was a faint trace of it. An unmistakable taste.

Lan Xin's smile has always been dignified and decent. Her elegance and nobility cannot be learned by a small family like Su Fengjin. Cut to pieces.

Zhan Qingcheng saw his mother standing gloomy at the gate of the general's mansion, and smiled: "What is mother doing?"

Seeing that Zhan Qingcheng was still holding up his cloak to shield Su Fengjin from the rain, the old lady became angry: "Look at you now, you still look like a general! You don't look like a descendant of the Zhan family!"

Su Fengjin clenched her sleeves tightly, and the warm yellow lamp was folded on her face, making her pale and tight.

Zhan Qingcheng pulled Su Fengjin and went up the steps, Su Fengjin panicked, she thought, is the boundless pain coming back again?She has no reputation at all, and her position in the mansion is very embarrassing. She doesn't even understand why the emperor let her go. She feels that she is trapped in a fog. Manipulated by hand, can't escape, and can't escape.

Zhan Qingcheng suddenly held her hand, her hand was small and cold, this coldness touched Zhan Qingcheng's heart, he felt pity: "Don't be afraid."

The cane in the old lady's hand hit the ground fiercely, her face turned pale with anger: "You have made peace with Qingcheng, and you still have the face to come back! Throw her things out to me!"

Wanzhu was escorted out of the General's Mansion, and together with Su Fengjin's several bundles, he threw a bunch of things out.

Su Fengjin looked at the embroidery frame that was finally thrown out, bit her lips, protected the pearls behind her back, and remained silent with her downcast eyes.

Zhan Qingcheng glanced over Lan Xin's body without a trace, and laughed, "Mother, who told you that she wrote He Li Shu?"

"Qingcheng! You still have to protect her at this time!" The old lady looked at Su Fengjin coldly, her eyes full of hatred were like a knife, stabbing into Su Fengjin's heart one by one, and she could only bear it, Other than that, nothing can be done.

The old lady was originally the concubine of the Duke's Mansion, and she was born with honorable slaves, she was the most arrogant and didn't understand the truth of life, so she treated people like Su Fengjin even more contemptuously, even worse than the maids beside the old lady.

Zhan Qingcheng slowly took out a purse, took out a piece of paper from the purse, opened it and handed it to the old lady, his eyes were full of gentleness: "It's just a wedding invitation owed, besides, if Jin'er hadn't risked his life to enter the palace to intercede, What about the Zhanfu is another matter, mother is a kind person, but don't be fooled by other people."

The old lady didn't believe it, but she couldn't find any excuse for a while, and she was quite embarrassed.

Su Fengjin stood aside like a piece of wood, neither explaining nor flattering, she knew that no matter what she said, the old lady wouldn't believe it at this moment, so what's the point of saying it.

"It's windy at the door, mother is not feeling well recently, so don't blow the wind, be careful of catching a cold, Ya Zhu, take care of mother." Zhan Qingcheng looked at Ya Zhu who was behind the old lady, and smiled warmly.

Yazhu is two decades old this year, the eldest is not young, although Zhan Qingcheng is still a few years older than Yazhu, but Yazhu is the younger one, so there is some friendship between the two, Lan Xin Supporting the old lady, she raised her eyes gracefully: "Master, don't worry, this concubine will send mother back to the house."

The old lady glanced at Su Fengjin, who was silent, and sighed, she really didn't understand what her child was looking for in that abandoned woman, in terms of looks, she couldn't compare to Qing Ruyu's one percent, and in terms of talent, it was nothing more than being able to embroider It's just a flower, none of the other ones are outstanding, and people are like gourds, staying in the east room and never coming out on their own initiative.

Zhiyu took the old lady's cane, and a group of people went back to the Wutong courtyard in a mighty manner.

Seeing that everyone had left, Su Fengjin breathed a sigh of relief, brushed away Zhan Qingcheng's hand to pick up her embroidery frame, several pieces of wood on the embroidery frame were broken, Su Fengjin took off the half-embroidered clothes, and folded them carefully .

Aunt Fang and Chunya rushed over, and said to Su Fengjin, "Grandma is resting, servants will do these things."

Zhan Qingcheng stared at Su Fengjin's furious and silent face, and suddenly realized that it was so difficult for him to protect another person, one was his mother and the other was Su Fengjin, if he wanted to break his mother's prejudice against Su Guanjin , it is necessary to work hard.

Su Fengjin nodded while hugging the robe, and carried it into the mansion.

Wanzhu carried two bags and followed Su Fengjin, glanced at the guards who came and went on patrol, and called out in a low voice, "Miss..."

Su Fengjin glanced at Chunya and Aunt Fang who were also carrying the burden, and went to the east room in silence with downcast eyes.

Zhan Qingcheng looked at the already chaotic east room, and was rather annoyed: "Go live with me in the main room."

Su Fengjin stretched out her hand to support a chair: "It's good here, General, go back."

Zhan Qingcheng helped Su Fengjin tidy up, while saying: "Mother had many misunderstandings when she treated you, I will try to solve all the misunderstandings."

Su Fengjin squatted on the ground to pick up the pieces of porcelain, and sighed: "This blue and white porcelain...it's a pity."

"Beware of pricking your hands." Zhan Qingcheng pulled Su Fengjin aside, squatting on the ground to pick up the tiles clumsily.

Zhan Qingcheng fought on the battlefield, there was plenty of strength and blood, but he couldn't do the meticulous work, so he picked up a few pieces and stroked his hands. Aunt Fang was scared and short of breath when she saw the blood.

"The maidservant has already taken care of the back room, grandma, you go in with me quickly, we should take care of the rest, so don't rob me any more." Aunt Fang dragged Su Fengjin to the back room, stuffed her with the wound medicine, Turning around, he stepped back and closed the door.

Aunt Fang was tidying up the house when suddenly a group of people came outside, saying that Lan Xin had sent them to take care of the east house.

Su Fengjin applied the medicine for Zhan Qingcheng, and fixed her embroidery frame. Zhan Qingcheng stood by the window and watched her carefully. The originally quiet and not embarrassing atmosphere was broken. What, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he couldn't say anything, and what he said were all useless words.

It wasn't until dawn that Anji came in, saying that it was the old lady's invitation, and Zhan Qingcheng left the east room. Su Fengjin had been making trouble all day and night, and was very tired. She changed her clothes and lay on the bed but couldn't fall asleep.

Wanzhu took the Anshen incense and lit it, stood by the bed and tucked the quilt for Su Fengjin, very angry: "Miss, the old lady has thrown our things out of the general's mansion, if it gets out, what will we do in the future?" Be human."

Su Fengjin looked up at the curtain above her head, her voice was hoarse and tired: "I didn't have any good reputation to ruin."

(End of this chapter)