Abandoned Woman Remarried: Love Leng Nian General

Chapter 134 Su House Returns
Zhan Qingcheng smiled happily, wiped the blood from his nose, and passed his hand over: "I just touched you, and you hurt me like this. If you really got married, you still have to kill me."

Seeing his nose bleeding, Su Fengjin gritted her teeth: "Don't come to the east room, I beg you."

"Heh, who said that I came to the east room to see you? I was there to see Tanmei, and I was too lazy to go there. Tsk, Su Fengjin, Su Fengjin never thought that you would have such thoughts. If you want to monopolize this general You can say it bluntly, why bother to be so smug?" He looked at Su Fengjin with a smile on his face.

Su Fengjin glanced at the light red marks on his collar, and said indifferently: "Oh, I came back from some gold den to enjoy the blessings of being equal, I never thought that I would come to my house blind, then you go Just ask Tanmei to give you medicine."

Su Fengjin stuffed the medicine into Zhan Qingcheng's hand, stood up and pushed him away.

Zhan Qingcheng is tall and burly, Su Fengjin pushed her for a long time without moving. When she looked up, she saw Zhan Qingcheng's eyes staring at her deeply, panicked for a moment: "Look... what are you looking at, hurry up, go Your next room, don't bother me, I never thought of entering the gate of your Zhanfu!"

Zhan Qingcheng's hand had already been covered with medicinal powder, and now the bleeding had stopped. He raised Su Fengjin's chin with his bloody hand, and smiled playfully: "Then why did you enter the mansion with me that day? When I explained to my mother , you can be said to be a divorce letter, people like Su Fengjin and Zhao Ruancheng, even if something happens to the Zhao family one day, he will not protect you like I do, so instead of thinking about him , it is better to serve me well."

Su Fengjin patted his hand away, her eyes were fixed indifferently: "You are different from Ah Cheng."

Zhao Ruancheng treated her like lukewarm water, even on the day of the wedding, he respected her like a guest, but Zhan Qingcheng was like a fire person, he always wished he could bring his fire to you, and be with you burn together.

"Oh, Zhao Ruancheng." Zhan Qingcheng clasped his hands tightly, the wound on his head opened again, Zhan Qingcheng didn't care, turned around and kicked open the door and left.

Su Fengjin looked down at the blood on the ground and burst into tears.

She was afraid, she was really afraid, afraid of being hurt, afraid of being abandoned, afraid of being let down.But she was really worried about Zhan Qingcheng.

Aunt Fang came in and saw Su Fengjin sitting on the ground crying, she just thought she didn't like what Zhan Qingcheng did, she was distressed and angry: "Why cry, it was a good thing, but now it's disturbing Well, although you are only seventeen, you have experienced a lot. You listen to me and don't care about his past and what he does. This life will eventually move forward, so you don't let yourself go , wouldn’t the other people suffer with you too? It’s good for the Lord to treat you well, if not, you papery grandma would have drowned in the mirror lake long ago.”

Su Fengjin moved her lips, and her voice was hoarse: "You can take it easy."

Aunt Fang helped her up, Su Fengjin went behind the screen to change a dress, Aunt Fang was about to take it to wash, but Su Fengjin stopped her.

"Burn it."

Aunt Fang's heart ached as she touched the fine material: "This is Suzhou brocade brocade. You and the one from Westinghouse have a few pieces in the whole house. The price is one thousand gold. You prodigal bastard, you can burn it as soon as you say it!"

Su Fengjin looked at the mottled blood on the bed and felt panicked: "The ones on the bed... were also burned."

Aunt Fang couldn't turn her around, so she had to change the quilt, and muttered bitterly: "It's almost enough to make a fuss, after all, the master is a man, and he commands thousands of troops. How dare you push your feet! If other people know about this, how can you gain prestige in the army! If you don’t care about you one day, let alone the old lady, just the one from Westinghouse can crush you with a single finger kill you!"

Su Fengjin felt bitter in her heart, listening to Aunt Fang mentioning Zhan Qingcheng and Lanxin back and forth, half of the drowsiness disappeared.

When Aunt Fang came back after burning something, she saw Su Fengjin fell asleep by the window, Zhan Qingcheng went away with a sullen face and returned to cover Su Fengjin with a blanket lightly, Aunt Fang closed the door and retreated.

Zhan Qingcheng was silent, and sat on the table with Su Fengjin, looking at her peaceful sleeping face when she was quiet, he felt hard to give up, and at the same time hated himself for being so hopeless, because he was just a woman. It happened that he didn't want to touch anyone except Su Fengjin, just smelling the strong smell of rouge on Lan Xin's body, he felt disgusted in his heart.

Zhan Qingcheng was originally a person with excellent self-sufficiency, and he had never thought of finding people to put out fires in the army for so many years. In addition, he was a general, and few people dared to talk to him about that matter, so he always knew little about certain things. few.

I always feel that such things are only done by consensual couples, so when Su Fengjin refused, he endured no matter how hard he tried not to touch her, but this night almost lost control, Zhan Qingcheng leaned on the chair, took a pen and ink to draw on the table , the painting is Su Fengjin's sleeping face, she is really obedient and quiet, warming people's hearts.

Zhan Qingcheng painted a painting all night, seeing Su Fengjin waking up and jumping around in the room, holding back a smile and watching.

Su Fengjin didn't pay attention to Zhan Qingcheng, and lost her image for a while: "Aunt Fang, Aunt Fang, come quickly, I... my hands are numb!" "

Aunt Fang ran in from the outside and hurriedly pressed Su Fengjin who was bouncing around: "Take it easy, you are a grandma anyway, why are you so unruly?"

Su Fengjin pursed her lips nonchalantly: "A few days ago you said that I was bored like a log, and my hands were numb and hurt."

Aunt Fang began to massage Su Fengjin's hands, hating iron for being weak: "With your appearance, you still have the face to despise Master, and you don't even look at yourself..."

"My hands are numb..." Su Fengjin aggrievedly put her hands in front of Aunt Fang's eyes and shook them.

"Grandpa is there, ask him to press it for you." Aunt Fang slapped her hand away and went out.

Su Fengjin's expression was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and when she turned her head slowly, she saw Zhan Qingcheng's scroll, walking towards her slowly, shook her hand and asked, "Is it still numb?"

"No, no, no...not numb." Su Fengjin withdrew her hand violently, staggered and almost fell.

Zhan Qingcheng looked at her playfully: "I thought you had a dull temper, but I never thought that there is such a side, Su Fengjin, you are really a prudish."

"What? Come out from the side room and want to come here to enjoy the blessings of everyone?" She was in a bad mood, and when she spoke, she held a gun and a stick, and beat Zhan Qingcheng easily.

Zhan Qingcheng felt aggrieved in his heart, but his face was calm: "Yes, the person in the next room is better at serving people than you."

Su Fengjin pursed her lips, turned around and left the room, Zhan Qingcheng followed her with a smile: "Why such an expression? I was joking with you."

Su Fengjin put the embroidery thread under the sun to dry, and she didn't want to talk to him, but she, Sandalwood from the next room, came to Su Fengjinfu, politely said: "I have met the eldest grandma."

Zhan Qingcheng rubbed his nose, then glanced coldly at Tanxiang, Tanxiang suddenly remembered the appearance Zhan Qingcheng asked her to bandage up last night, looking at him covered in blood really made his heart ache.

Sandalwood glanced at Su Fengjin, who was busy with her own work, and lowered her eyes to suppress the chill in her eyes.

Zhan Qingcheng walked around beside Su Fengjin, and when Su Fengjin wanted to take the thread, he took the thread too. Su Fengjin went back to the back room angrily, and Zhan Qingcheng followed in.

An Ji ran in from the outside and saw Su Fengjin drawing embroidery patterns on the cloth with the ink ink that his grandfather was fawning over, he felt horrified: "Master, the carriage to Su's residence is ready."

Zhan Qingcheng put down the ink stick, and stretched out his hand towards Su Fengjin: "This general is going to visit his father-in-law, can my wife go with me?"

The sunlight from outside the window came in and fell on Zhan Qingcheng's head, the halos of light shot out from his eyes, his resolute face was heroic and mighty, and his focused expression seemed to swallow her in earnestly, Su Fengjin panicked terribly: "I ...my father..."

"Your mother's death day, you don't want to go?" Zhan Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, his hand still stretched out.

Looking back on Su Fengjin many years later, he still remembered the appearance of Zhan Qingcheng when he reached out to her with his halo. At least at this moment, he called Su Zhengqing his father-in-law and Su Fengjin his wife, not his wife, but his wife.

In this dynasty, there are many kinds of titles for the wife. Some call it the chaff, some call it the wife’s room, some call it the wife, but few people call it the wife. His wife.

Su Fengjin didn't hand him her hand, but bypassed him and left the back room.

Anji smiled and approached Zhan Qingcheng: "Master, have you embraced a beauty? Or have you never embraced a beauty? It seems like a year has passed, why is Grandma Dongwu still looking like this? Master, could it be you No way? Next time, the slave will send someone to bring more tonics.”

Zhan Qingcheng was irritated, he glanced at him murderously: "Want to go to the barracks?"

"No, no, no, I don't want to. It turns out that the little one is talking too much. Please."

Anji shy away from the word "barracks", it was a nightmare, when he thought of Mu Hanqiu's lieutenant general, he felt pimples all over his body, she was a woman like Lu Zhishen, more than seven feet tall, with a thin body, and that kind of face Again, she is as good-looking as a woman, but if she were uglier, An Ji would definitely call him brothers and sisters, what a pity.

From a distance, Su Fengjin saw Lan Xin standing at the door, and behind her, Mrs. Qiu and Haitang each held a box and waited. That posture made her panic, and she couldn't help but slow down.

Seeing that Zhan Qingcheng and Su Fengjin came out together, Lan Xin hated her so much, that wine!After all, she made a wedding dress for Su Fengjin, an abandoned woman, so she was so reconciled.

Qiu Pozi said in a low voice: "I heard that my master went to rest in the next room yesterday, and went to the east room after dawn."

Lan Xin's complexion eased a little, and Su Fengjin, who came closer, smiled affectionately: "I heard that my sister is going back home today..."

"Let's go." Zhan Qingcheng took An Ji's cloak and tied it on for Su Fengjin, ignoring Lan Xin directly.

Su Fengjin looked back at Lan Xin, her words were indifferent, but it was a step up: "Thank you for coming to see me off."

The cold winter wind blows in, and the last trace of warmth in the entire Chang'an city has finally dissipated, replaced by a cold air that even the sun cannot drive away. As the carriage drifted away, his eyes were red: "He is blaming me, he must be blaming me, Haitang, do you think he is blaming me?"

But even if she complained, what could she do?She just wanted to gain a foothold in the general's mansion, and she had to pay attention to Qingcheng. Like before, she came to play chess and gossip with her. Why is it so difficult now? up!
(End of this chapter)