Abandoned Woman Remarried: Love Leng Nian General

Chapter 162
Zhan Qingcheng waved his hand, Anji held several boxes and handed them to Tian Qi, with a smile on his face: "These are thank you gifts from the Lord."

Zhang Jiquan leaned close to the box and sniffed it, and said with a snort, "So it's the medicine you promised me, thank you very much! Hurry up, hurry up, don't let the door be the door god."

The cold winter wind brought snow falling, and the street seemed to still have the slight messy smell of twigs. People coming and going wrapped their clothes tightly and walked in a hurry. The dark night disturbed the big round lamp at the door of the house. The shaking of the lamp pulled the figures of the two people.

Zhan Qingcheng pulled a large fox-fur cloak and draped it over her body, and the overlong cloak was dragged to the ground. Su Fengjin carried it from time to time, and followed Zhan Qingcheng in the cold wind, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the snowflakes were slapped on the face coldly, and the two walked silently on the street.

Passing by the wonton stall, the stall is opened under the arch bridge, and the sloping bank is a small pier. At the end of the pier is an extremely wide moat. The river has not yet frozen, and a poet, Yake, is sitting by a small stove cooking wine. Talking about the current situation, the boat shook slightly, and the bonfire on the boat was lightly shaken.

A faint fragrance wafted from the front of the stall. It was late at night and the weather was very cold. The woman whispered softly with a smile: "Madam, would you like a bowl of wontons? It's snowing very hard now, and eating a bowl will warm you up." Warm up."

Zhan Qingcheng pulled Su Fengjin to sit down: "Two bowls."

Glancing at Anji, who was standing far away, holding the horse, he said, "Three bowls."

"Okay, my lord over there, come and sit with me too." The woman laughed happily, then turned around and went to work on the wontons. Anji led the horse and moved to Su Fengjin's next table to sit, very worried.

Now that the Prime Minister's Mansion is in decline, the young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion once told the master to take good care of the Second Miss Qing before he left. This... If you take the Su family into consideration, then you can't take care of the Second Miss Qing. An Ji feels sad when he thinks about it It's tight, I'm bored on the sidelines and dare not speak, I'm afraid that if I say too much, I will make mistakes, and then the master will have to skin him.

The cold wind passed under the bridge, shaking off the snow from the branches of the plum trees climbing on the bridge.

After a while, the woman came out with a bowl of wontons, Zhan Qingcheng pushed it to her, took a pair of chopsticks and stuffed them into her hand: "Taste it."

Su Fengjin's hands were as cold as ice, she held chopsticks in one hand and a spoon in the other to eat wontons with her head down.

The woman's speed was also fast, and she served three bowls in a short time. Anji was very satisfied with the bowl. The snacks under the small bridge were originally the most, but there was a panic recently. The stall by the Qinhuai River It is much less, but the smell has not diminished for so many years.

Zhan Qingcheng ate wontons with his head down, one mouthful at a very fast speed, and he reached the bottom in a short while. He looked at the plum blossom tree protruding from the bridge and sighed softly: "A few years ago, that tree was still very small, and I never thought about it. In a blink of an eye, the branches were overflowing with cold fragrance, and the taste of this wonton has not changed. When I was a child, I always liked to steal Ruyu to this small bridge, and I could eat it from the beginning to the end with a string of copper plates..."

His voice stopped abruptly, looking at Su Fengjin's uneasiness, he explained like a child who did something wrong: "It's all in the past..."

"I'm done eating." Su Fengjin took out a few pennies and put them on the table, got up and flicked the white snowflakes on the top of the cloak, staring at Zhan Qingcheng's white hair in a daze.

Are they now walking a long road together?

Zhan Qingcheng rubbed his nose and followed Su Fengjin's hand.

He originally came out of the Ministry of Punishment, but Zhan Qingcheng didn't wear much because there was a bonfire in the Ministry of Punishment, but now he wore a cloak, and his tall and tall figure looked like a pine tree in the night, standing straight beside Su Fengjin Beside, the cold wind, snow and rain never bent down.

Wrapped in a fox fur cloak, Su Fengjin walked on the cold and bleak long street. Many shops on the street closed their doors early, and the few unique shops only had lights on, and the doors were closed tightly.

There was a creaking sound when the feet stepped on the snow, and the icy edges of the eaves were refracted brightly by the dim light of the lamps, hanging in rows on the eaves like crystal pillars. .

Zhan Qingcheng pursed his lips, and seeing that he was about to arrive at the general's mansion, he opened his mouth: "The crown prince is in prison and will be executed in the future. Your father... is also on the list."

Su Fengjin looked back at him fiercely: "What did you say?"

The cold wind made her shiver all over, and the warmth brought by the cloak dissipated completely in an instant.

Zhan Qingcheng sighed: "It's nothing, let's go back home."

Xiao Ranxin knelt in the wind and snow at the door, her face was pale and her hair was disheveled, her hairpin was all gone, and the cold wind and snow seemed to bury her whole body. Seeing Su Fengjin and Zhan Qingcheng coming, she stood up with difficulty. Get up, just take two steps before falling to the ground.

Presumably, he had been kneeling for a long time, and his whole body was cold and his feet were numb.

Su Fengjin couldn't bear it, pulled the cloak over her body, and helped Xiao Shi with red and swollen eyes up: "You are..."

Xiao's legs softened and he knelt down again, crying so sadly: "Feng Jin, save your father and your elder brother. They will be executed tomorrow! If you don't save them, it will be too late! Feng Jin, what happened earlier It turned out that I was not good, you beat me and scolded me, I took it, but your elder brother treats you well..."

Su Fengjin looked at Zhan Qingcheng, her fingertips trembling slightly, her complexion pale: "General, my father..."

Zhan Qingcheng glanced at the Xiao family, dragged Su Fengjin back to the mansion: "Let's discuss in the mansion!"

It was not easy for Anji to let Xiaoshi crawl in like this, so she helped her up, and Xiaoshi immediately burst into tears of gratitude.

This person is like this, if you treat her well when she is in her prime, it will be taken for granted and worthless in her eyes, if when she is in trouble, you just reach out to help her up, she will feel that it is wrong A great favor.

Anji helped Mrs. Xiao go to the east room. The people in the east room had known that Su Fengjin would be back today, so they prepared some food and waited for it. As soon as they entered the door, Wanzhu packed Su Fengjin's snow-moist clothes, and Chun Ya took Zhan Qing's place. Cheng Cheng unbuttoned his outer robe, changed into a comfortable jacket, glanced at Mrs. Xiao who was hesitating at the door, and said in a low voice: "It's really rare, what kind of wind blows Mrs. Xiao in today?"

Wan Zhu answered angrily: "Miss, Mrs. Xiao treated us too much before! Why did you save her? Let her freeze outside the general's mansion, who cares about her."

Su Fengjin carried Mrs. Tang out of the house, put Mrs. Tang into Xiao's hands, and said in a low voice, "Are you hungry?"

Mrs. Xiao couldn't figure out what she was thinking, so she was trembling and wanted to kneel down again: "Feng Jin, my aunt knelt down for you, please save your father and your elder brother..."

Zhan Qingcheng was not full from a bowl of wontons, so he sat at the front of the table and picked up the rice bowl. Seeing Su Fengjin standing at the door and letting the cold wind howl, he was a little annoyed, so he threw the bowl and dragged her into the room: "You Do you know what your father and elder brother committed! It is a serious crime of colluding with the prince to plot rebellion! Do you know how much gunpowder was buried under the golden throne in the palace? Your elder brother found the gunpowder! The chief of the imperial army buried it himself! Realized that it has already caused a catastrophe.”

Su Fengjin looked at Xiao Shi who was full of longing eyes, as if a bottomless pit had formed in her heart, swallowed all the original words, and was speechless for a while.

Xiao knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Feng Jin, you also know that your elder brother has always been cautious, why would he do such foolish things, there must be some misunderstanding, Feng Jin, I beg you, auntie, I will be there at noon tomorrow. Asked to cut it..."

Zhan Qingcheng dragged Su Fengjin into the back room: "See off the guests!"

Xiao Shi was invited out of the east room, crying heartbreakingly all the way.

Su Feng sat in front of the window blankly, looking at Zhan Qingcheng, her heart flustered terribly.

Zhan Qingcheng waited for her for a long time but didn't see her say anything, looked up from the desk copy, but saw her holding Mrs. Tang in a daze, neither of them slept during the long night.

The cold wind is whistling, the ice and snow are howling, and winter has begun to enter the last snowy day.

The snow outside the window is like cotton wool, constantly scattered from the endless sky, the gray and silent wall on the opposite side blends with the snow, but the bright red plum blossoms in the corner of the wall are still conspicuous.

Su Fengjin sat in a daze all night, holding the pearl back and forth several times, originally wanting to annoy the oppressive room, but when she saw Su Fengjin's dazed and pale face, she swallowed all her words, this Sometimes...it's better to say nothing than to say nothing.

Zhan Qingcheng stood up and cleaned his face, Chun Ya waited for him to put on the court clothes, he walked out of the back room, looked back at Su Fengjin: "You don't have anything to say to me?"

Su Fengjin tightened her handkerchief, and said in a hoarse voice, "No."

good very good.

Zhan Qingcheng Fuyi left Dongwu Wanzhu before he dared to speak: "Miss, we didn't receive any favor from them in the Su residence, so let's go as soon as we left. It's a great fortune to be involved, bah bah, I want the servants to say that it would be better to seal the Xiao residence together."

Su Fengjin looked out of the window where Daxue was sobbing, and her heart was full of panic: "Even if I beg, he won't save me."

Zhan Qingcheng was going to save the Prime Minister's Mansion, so why would he bother to go to the Su Mansion.

Chunya snorted coldly: "That's natural, such a low-ranking sesame official is quite courageous, and dares to cooperate with the prince in plotting against you! You don't look at your pale and boring appearance, no matter who They will all choose the second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Now that something happened to the second lady, the general must find a way, and regardless of others, the second lady will always save it. If the second lady enters the mansion, you can I really can only stay in the east room and die of old age."

Su Fengjin put Tang Pozi aside, and said to Wanzhu, "Do you still have those bamboo plaques?"

"Yes, my lord sent people to make most of the house." Wanzhu took two and handed them to Su Fengjin.

"Bring a seal carving knife." Su Fengjin made a silent decision in her heart. No matter what, she must save her. After all, it was her father, the person her mother cared about wholeheartedly. If he left like this, Thinking about it, my mother was also uneasy.

Su Fengjin sat in the room and carved words. Every time a sign was carved, a piece of beads was hung. It had been half an hour, and only a few signs were carved. Looking at the cherry tree from a distance, it was really quiet.

What Su Fengjin remembered was originally what Zhan Qingcheng wrote earlier, thinking to herself, she didn't know what method to use to get Zhan Qingcheng to help, so she could only try to please him in this way, and hoped he could see it in this way On the thin side, forgive one or two.

Zhan Qingcheng came down from the early morning, and walked with Yun Yi, the long palace road seemed to have no end, winding all the way in the wind and snow.

(End of this chapter)