Abandoned Woman Remarried: Love Leng Nian General

Chapter 131
Su Fengjin lay stiff on the bed, looking at Zhan Qingcheng who was close at hand, suddenly remembered Yiqiu's words.

Qing Ruyu was going to marry the crown prince, but Zhan Qingcheng intervened, so Qing Ru did not become the crown prince's concubine.Reminiscent of the previous events, Su Fengjin was just a substitute after all. Thinking about it this way, his heart became colder, he raised his foot, and kicked Zhan Qingcheng in the stomach, knocking Zhan Qingcheng to the ground.

Zhan Qingcheng was paying attention to Su Fengjin's expression, but he followed her way without paying attention.

Now he got up from the ground and looked at her gloomyly: "Su Fengjin, just pretend to be your nobility here! I'll go and enjoy my blessing!"

Su Fengjin threw a pillow over, and Wanzhu ran in from the outside. Seeing that the two had quarreled again, she was anxious and angry: "Miss..."

"Close the door and go to sleep." Su Fengjin pulled off the quilt to wrap herself tightly, and Wanzhu stood at the door, looking at Zhan Qingcheng in a panic.

"Master, actually Miss..."

Zhan Qingcheng took the umbrella, stepped into the torrential rain with a gloomy face, and went straight to the next room.

After going to the side room, she kicked the door open, and the sandalwood sat up abruptly, the faint red candlelight fell on the fair skin of the sandalwood, she was only wearing a bellyband, and she could still see the proud figure when she sat up Zhan Qingcheng ignored the arc and kicked the bed: "Get up, put on your clothes."

Sandalwood hurriedly put on her clothes neatly, seeing that Zhan Qingcheng was completely soaked, she said in a low voice: "Slave... I should change clothes for my master, the autumn rain outside is very cold."

"Is there any more quilts?" Su Fengjin glanced around the room, there was nothing but tables, tables and chairs, it was pitifully shabby.

"There are two beds." Sandalwood still had some expectations in her heart, but she didn't know what Zhan Qingcheng meant.

In fact, sandalwood is like elegant bamboo. She has served Zhan Qingcheng since she was a child, but later on when Zhan Qingcheng went to war at the age of [-], there was little interaction. Now that she is back, sandalwood is serving by the old lady's side. There was no chance of melee fighting Qingcheng, and with the lessons learned from Xiuchun before, Tanxiang no longer dared to think about it, but now a big piece of pie was thrown again, and Zhan Qingcheng sat on the bed alive, She couldn't help but not believe it.

Zhan Qingcheng undressed himself, lying on the bed with his shirt on and wearing underwear, seeing Sandalwood still standing there stupidly: "You go to sleep on the bed."

"Master..." Sandalwood's face was slightly red, she picked up the robe that was thrown on the ground and hung it up, hesitant to speak.

Zhan Qingcheng waved at her: "It's just acting, why panic? If I meet someone else in the future, I will teach you how to act in this play?"

Sandalwood bit her lip, looking disappointedly at the green robe that was dripping with rain. The emerald green bamboo embroidered on the robe was really lifelike, and it looked even more beautiful now that it was wet by the rain.

"Yes, I understand." She lowered her eyes and turned around, hugged two quilts and put them on the bed, and then brought a charcoal basin, put them next to the clothes and lit a fire to roast them.

The night crawled away little by little in the sound of rain, and the rain stopped when the sky was bright the next day.

There was a sound of knives ticking beside the eaves of the general's mansion, the place where the eyes looked was clean, the morning light was reflected in the general's mansion, the birds were perched on the branches of cold trees and singing softly, Zhan Qingcheng came out of the side room, and saw Su Fengjin's work Sitting in a daze on the swing frame with thin clothes, I don't know if the embroidery frame in my hand has fallen off.

Zhan Qingcheng looked at her small and white hand, and stretched it out by accident, Su Fengjin raised his hand like an electric shock and slapped her.

The sound of "snap" echoed in Su Fengjin's mind, as if all her strength had been drained from her body, she looked at her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly.

But Zhan Qingcheng bent down and picked up the embroidered handkerchief Su Fengjin dropped on the ground, put it on her lap, touched his face, and clicked his tongue: "Why is the force of hitting someone so light?"

Aunt Fang's face turned pale, she stood at the door and dared not speak out.

It was Tan Xiang who came over, seeing the faint slap marks on Zhan Qingcheng's face, her heart ached: "Master, your face..."

Zhan Qingcheng calmly avoided Tan Xiang's extended hand, glanced quietly at the crowd: "No one is allowed to speak out about what happened today."

Seeing Zhan Qingcheng brushing off his clothes and leaving, Chunya looked at Su Fengjin with contempt: "You are the eldest grandma, but you just touched her hand, pretending to be expensive."

Aunt Fang glanced at the sandalwood still sticking to the side, coughed twice, and whispered to Su Fengjin: "Grandma, it's cold outside, go back to the house and put on more clothes before going out."

Before Su Fengjin could answer, Aunt Fang dragged Su Fengjin back to the back room, and just as she closed the door, she began to complain: "Grandma, why are you addicted to beating me, but you just slept in the next room all night, look at me The crumpled clothes left without changing, this is the General's Mansion, not a small household next to it, if word spreads, wouldn't it mean that the people in the East House don't know how to serve people?"

Su Fengjin opened her hand, and Aunt Fang put on the outer jacket for Su Jin. The light blue robe made Su Fengjin's face more white and tender, her crow-like hair was pulled up low, and a strand of hair fell on her neck, far away. Looking at it, I feel that Su Fengjin is gentle and obedient, and people's hearts are filled with joy and affection.

Sandalwood stood outside the house for a while and then left the East House. Chunya dried some flowers in the yard. Anyway, there were only a few of them who came and went in the main house. The people in the General's Mansion paid attention to the East House. The speed was originally extremely low, but Zhan Qingcheng has been staying in the east room recently, and he has attracted all kinds of attention. Occasionally, when a maid passes by, she will look in through the iron fence door, but The main courtyard of the East House is still some distance away from the iron fence gate, so nothing can be seen.

If so, there are not a few people passing by the door these days, and sometimes more people pass by in one day than in the previous month.

Su Fengjin changed her clothes, got up and went under the cherry blossom tree. The cherry blossoms had fallen at some point, and the petals were floating on the ground, in the stagnant water, and in the small pool by the tree. When the autumn wind blows, they will sway with the water. Circles of ripples, those bamboo pieces sway in the wind, occasionally touching together, making a crisp sound.

She stood on tiptoe and picked up the shortest piece of bamboo for a closer look. The writing on it was almost washed away by the rain, but Su Fengjin couldn't see anything. She suddenly discovered that vows are the most unreliable thing in the world After an autumn rain, it will be blurred. If you look at it for a few more days, you will not be able to find any traces under the cover of winter snow.

Su Fengjin wiped the ink stains on her head, opened the inkstone and took out a pen to soak some ink, but when she wrote the pen, she didn't know what to write, so she wrote the names of two people by accident.

Last night she thought of many things, good and bad, all about Zhan Qingcheng.

Now looking at the half-tree bamboo slices, my heart suddenly warmed up again, I don't know whether to continue to sink, or stop as soon as possible and make a clean break.

Yiqiu ran in from the outside, and seeing Su Fengjin's two names written on the bamboo piece, she was very angry: "I heard that the surname Zhan has filled the house again? What about others?"

Su Fengjin hurriedly grabbed Yiqiu who was in a hurry: "How do you know?"

"Isn't it just a coincidence that the general's mansion came out to buy vegetables, and the vegetable seller went to the Red Sleeve Square to sell vegetables. It happened that I was there to collect money. I only found out when I heard them talking. Where is that person?" Yi Qiuyi sleeved He pushed it up, and walked out aggressively.

"He was originally a general with great military exploits. He couldn't get anyone he wanted. There are also many three wives and four concubines in this mansion. Why should I be angry? He can marry whoever he likes, and he can be with whomever he likes." If it’s good, I’ll be with whomever I’m doing, so I’d like to cherish him!” The old lady didn’t want to see her, although Su Fengjin had a sullen temper, she didn’t like being misunderstood by others, and she didn’t like being wronged by others, she only thought about yesterday Then the fire rushed from the heart.

Yiqiu had no choice but to move her steps back, speaking earnestly and earnestly like a little grown-up: "It's best if you think like this, this guy named Zhan is really nothing, when he didn't come to recruit you earlier, you lived in Zhanfu It's not bad, but now, he is injured twice in three days, and I don't know what he is doing as a general. Oh yes, when I came here, I seemed to see that Zhan sitting in a carriage with the Minister of the Ministry of War. Blow it up a little bit, I thought I was wrong, not in the house now... so it was him?"

Master Wei, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, is Wei Lanxin's father, Zhan Qingcheng is with Wei Lanxin's father, isn't he with his father-in-law?

Su Fengjin suddenly remembered Zhan Qingcheng's nonsense about filial piety to his father-in-law. He had said such words to many people, and when he came to Su Fengjin, he didn't know if those words would make his mouth water.

Sitting on the chair, she looked at the black inkstone on the table with a pale face, and felt that her heart was very empty, as if a stone was bouncing in the empty room, disturbing her mind again and again.

Yiqiu thought of what Luhai said for no reason, some people's existence itself carries original sin, looking at the pale Su Fengjin, thinking about such a weak and silent person who has no power to restrain the chicken, how could it be so frustrating? What is the original sin?Are you talking about Zhan Qingcheng?

Thinking about it this way, it's not impossible.

The two have their own concerns.

Wanzhu brought some cakes over, put them on the table, pinched her nose and frowned: "This durian cake has such a big smell, you like it so much, it's made from the last durian petal , save yourself some food."

Yiqiu sat on the soft bed, lazily basking in the not-so-warm autumn sun, stretched her waist, squinted her eyes and murmured: "It's still comfortable here, Wanzhu, if you are the number one scholar in a while When people come looking for me, just say I'm not here."

Wanzhu smiled mysteriously and said: "I heard that the number one scholar is going to give you a blind date. I don't know which family it is, but you are hiding like this. If you are lucky, let us take a look at it for you." Look."

"Blind date? Yiqiu is only fifteen..." Su Fengjin was silent. She was engaged to Zhao Ruancheng when she was fifteen, and became married when she was sixteen. So many things happened, but the 15-year-old The years seem to be still yesterday.

Yiqiu had goosebumps all over her body: "It's not a blind date, it's a debt collection. The number one scholar has been unable to transfer a sum of money these few days. The man is in a hurry, and he chases after the debt all day long. It's like brown sugar, and he can't get it out." Walk.

Su Fengjin hung the bamboo slices on the branches, looked up at the dry branches in the late autumn and asked, "Yiqiu, the cherry blossoms bloom so well, but why don't they bear fruit? From March to now, there have been two seasons of flowers, But it never bears a single fruit."

How does a tree without fruit grow?
(End of this chapter)