Abandoned Woman Remarried: Love Leng Nian General

Chapter 15
Su Fengjin sat on his shoulder, brushing the rice paste carefully, and Zhan Qingcheng looked up at the wooden hairpin carved with magnolia flowers in her hair. The hazy lamp set off her hair as soft as a cloud, which made him want to touch it itchyly, wondering if it was the cloud-like touch.

Seeing him shaking, Su Fengjin quickly grabbed his hair and said nervously, "Don't move around."

Zhan Qingcheng had no choice but to freeze in place again, carefully supporting her, and when she finished brushing the paste, he said to him again: "Shanglian."

Zhan Qingcheng handed her the Shanglian, and began to think about what to talk about: "Have you ever read?"

Su Fengjin's eyes were dark, and after brushing the couplet, she whispered: "My mother taught me."

"It's so strange that Su Zhengqing, who has little knowledge, has a very knowledgeable wife?" He had heard that Su Zhengqing's dead wife was a daughter of a great family, and because of Su Zhengqing, he broke up with the family. , but he searched for a long time but still couldn't find out which family's eldest lady she was. Unexpectedly, it was all true.

Su Fengjin posted the first couplet, grabbed his hair, and said in a muffled voice, "Please move over, General, I'm going to post the second couplet."

Zhan Qingcheng had no choice but to move slowly to the side. Chun Ya, who was not far away, was about to carry a teacup, but was dragged back by Aunt Fang, with a springy smile: "You girl, please don't go there. Adding to the chaos, let's go, let's go to the back room to harvest sunflower seeds, I'm afraid we won't need to guard it tonight."

Chun Ya glanced at the door twice, and handed the teacup in her hand to Wan Zhu: "You think it's beautiful, and you don't even look at her, as if our master wronged her. Go to you, I'm going to watch her here. See what tricks she can play!"

Holding the tea tray, Wan Zhu stared at Chun Ya with a calm face: "You are also a maid in my lady's room, how can you talk like that!!"

"Okay, stop arguing! The couplets are all pasted up." Aunt Fang only felt that the heads of these two noisy quarrels were getting bigger.

That Su Feng brocade has already pasted up the couplet, standing far away from Zhan Qingcheng, the clothes under the lamp fluttered in the wind, looking thin and thin, Zhan Qingcheng looked at it and frowned slightly: "The jade hairpin I gave you Why don't you wear it? Don't you like it?"

Seeing him coming forward, Su Fengjin took two steps back, lowered her head, looking very embarrassed, Zhan Qingcheng could only sigh: "Forget it, if you like this wooden hairpin, then wear it, it suits you well." You, come here, and look at the couplets you posted."

Zhan Qingcheng was not in a hurry, he stood at the door, looking at the neatly pasted couplet with his hands behind his back, Su Fengjin just stared blankly at the four words "whether it's a good time" in the horizontal batch, now all this, will it really be a good time?

Zhan Qingcheng reached out his hand out of nowhere, touched her hair lightly, but felt it was very cold, so he stretched out his hand to tighten the cloak for her, she took a step back in fright, and looked at him panickedly and defensively.

Zhan Qingcheng had no choice but to withdraw his hand, coughed awkwardly, and said to her: "It's cold, I've been frozen for so long, don't you invite me to sit inside?"

Su Fengjin blocked the door with a few steps, facing Zhan Qingcheng slightly, not far away, Mrs. Qiu came in braved the storm, glanced at Su Fengjin from the corner of her eye, and respectfully said to Zhan Qingcheng: "Master, the old lady is Grandma Lan Xin eats glutinous rice balls, so I asked my mother-in-law to invite my grandfather to have a meal together."

Zhan Qingcheng only looked at Su Fengjin, but Su Fengjin was blessed: "Master, go slowly."

It was clear that he was going to be asked to leave, and his fiery heart was suddenly poured with cold water, and his whole body felt cold!
Mrs. Qiu only regarded her as a flatterer, and immediately led the gloomy Zhan Qingcheng out of the east room, and Chunya, who was watching from the dark, sneered, "I just said, anyone who looks at her picture is like a debtor." Such a face is disgusting to anyone, let alone a master! Aunt Fang, it’s not me who said, don’t put too much thought on her, you can’t do it for her alone, let’s The whole east room will suffer, right? I'm going to sleep."

Wanzhu was very angry, and ran to the door to help Su Fengjin's cold hand, comforting in a low voice: "Miss, it doesn't matter, there are still opportunities in the future."

Su Fengjin shook her head and smiled, and followed the beads into the room. There was silver charcoal in the room, which was very warm, but there were still a few pens and inks left by Zhan Qingcheng on the table. She came to the table and looked at it for a while , Throwing those papers into the charcoal basin, they were engulfed by the fire in an instant, and burnt clean.

Aunt Fang put the teacup on the table, and poured some spices into the bronze incense tripod. Su Fengjin sat next to Ruantao again, bowing her head to embroider. The flowers she embroidered were lifelike and delicate, but This embroidery skill is actually far inferior to her filigree drawing on porcelain.

She embroidered for a while, put aside her needlework and went to sleep.

Wanzhu and the silent Huansha also went to bed, leaving Aunt Fang alone to watch the night.

The lights in the mansion were dimmed, Lan Xin and the old lady were making glutinous rice balls with their own hands, Zhan Qingcheng looked from a distance and saw that the two were talking and laughing, the atmosphere was very harmonious, seeing Zhan Qingcheng entering After leaving the house, the old lady waved to Zhan Qingcheng, and said with a smile: "Every year before the new year in the house, the whole family will make a bowl of Lantern Festival together. Qingcheng has never done it every year. Lan Xin, this year you have to teach Follow him."

Lan Xin was dressed in simple and elegant clothes, her pink face looked at Zhan Qingcheng, she got up and patted the snow off Zhan Qingcheng's clothes, seeing that he never refused, she was secretly happy, took a warm and damp handkerchief and wiped his hands clean for him, She smiled at him and said: "When I was in Shangshufu, my mother taught me to make glutinous rice balls. You should try it later."

"En. How to do it?" Zhan Qingcheng suddenly thought of Dongwu, who might not know how to make glutinous rice balls today.

Seeing that he actually sat down next to her, Lan Xin was overjoyed, even her fingertips trembled slightly, and she smiled with spring breeze: "Master, look, just like this, just stuff it in, and then make it into a ball." Okay, it's just that the glutinous rice balls should not be too big or too small, and the filling should be moderate..."

Looking at the two people who were dedicated to making glutinous rice balls, the Westinghouse finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the master still misses their young lady.

The old lady got tired after only a few rounds, and left with the help of her maid. After a dozen or so rounds, Zhan Qingcheng inexplicably asked An Ji behind her: "Say, can she finish eating?"

An Ji glanced at Lan Xin whose complexion changed suddenly, and smiled happily: "Master, I have to ask Grandma Lan Xin about this."

Zhan Qingcheng suddenly remembered that there was still Lan Xin, so he kneaded a few more and gave half of it to Lan Xin: "You have a taste too."

Lan Xin was absent-minded and Yan responded, seeing Zhan Qingcheng stand up, hurriedly said worriedly: "Master, it's getting late, with such a heavy snowstorm outside, do you want to leave?"

Zhan Qingcheng wiped the flour off his hands, hummed, and agreed with her.

Lan Xin's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant, and she asked cautiously: "Master, how many days will we celebrate the New Year..."

"Furthermore." Zhan Qingcheng flicked his robes, turned and walked out, Anji ordered someone to bring the other half of glutinous rice balls, held up an umbrella, and hurriedly walked beside Zhan Qingcheng into the snow.

(End of this chapter)