Abandoned Woman Remarried: Love Leng Nian General

Chapter 175 Checking the wedding dress

Su Fengjin wiped her mouth vigorously, and sipped several cups of tea when she returned home, while Wanzhu muttered to the side: "I heard that His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince has been on the battlefield with the general since he was 13 years old, and now he is already weak. Young Master Xiao is going to fight with the barbarians with His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, he must be very powerful, Miss, would you like to see him? Maybe Young Master Xiao changed his temper after coming out of the barracks?"

Su Fengjin took the handkerchief that held the beads and wiped her mouth, without raising her head, she said, "So you wanted to see?"

Wanzhu waved her hands again and again: "No, no, this servant just told Miss Yi that I don't want to see that dude."

"Then it won't be there."

Wanzhu cried and wiped her tears and threw herself on the ground hugging Su Fengjin's thigh: "Miss, don't you really want to take a look? Young Master Xiao has really changed a lot."

Su Fengjin simply put down the embroidery hoop and looked at her intently: "You never speak up for others, why did you change so much this time?"

Wan Zhu's face turned red, and she whispered softly: "Where is there, what is there, slave girl... Isn't this telling the truth?"

"The truth?" There was a bit of threat in this cold tone, very much like the aura of Zhan Qingcheng when he was interrogating people. Although he only scored three or four points, it was enough for Wanzhu.

"Servant... this servant went to the street to buy wine vessels this morning, and was robbed of money. It is... a servant of Young Master Xiao's gang. Miss, Master Xiao has really changed so much that the servant can't even recognize him."

Su Fengjin helped her up: "Speak well, what are you kneeling for?"

"Didn't you... suddenly frighten the slaves fiercely?" Wanzhu muttered in a low voice.

Su Fengjin lowered her head to embroider, and she was lying on the table looking at the beads, looking listlessly like a frosted eggplant: "Miss, why are you so anxious? I just said that I want the lady to embroider the wedding dress, but it's gone in a blink of an eye." Someone sent a wedding dress, if the master really fell in love with that Ruyu, what would the young lady do?"

Chun Ya came in with some snacks, and seeing Su Fengjin touching the embroidery needle again, she was very annoyed: "It's late at night, what are you still staring at, don't you want those two beads?"

Aunt Fang winked at Chunya: "The weather is calm tonight, so it is suitable for pickling those winter bamboo shoots. Chunya, please help me, let's pickle the winter bamboo shoots together."

Chun Ya said angrily: "It's been a while, why do you still have such thoughts?"

Aunt Fang dragged Chunya out, and said in a low voice, "We all need to calm down now, what will happen to this matter."

"What..." Before Chunya finished speaking, she stared at Zhan Qingcheng standing by the window, speechless for a while,

Maybe... it's not necessarily true or false? ?

I really saw a ghost, one and two of these two are acting unfeeling, what's going on?In their eyes, the matter of co-authoring is like playing tricks, just let it go, or just let it go?

Wanzhu was sleepy in the room, half awake and half awake to see Su Fengjin still embroidering, yawning and going out to blow a cold wind to wake up, who would have expected to see Zhan Qingcheng standing at the window when he opened the door, and then The biting wind in the middle of the night made Zhan Qingcheng's dark robes crack and crack in the wind.

Wanzhu smiled happily: "Master, please come inside, my lady is not asleep yet."

Zhan Qingcheng nodded: "I'll take care of you here, let's go down."

"Yes, the servants are also going to the backyard to help." Wanzhu rushed to the backyard like a chicken blood.

Su Fengjin had her back to the door, and in her hand was a bright red wedding gown. She was embroidering double lotuses on the top of the tunic, when a figure came over, Su Fengjin thought it was a pearl: "Wanzhu, pour me a cup of tea."

thirsty?Zhan Qingcheng turned around and poured a cup of tea on the table.

Su Fengjin took a sip from the teacup, and the teacup was so hot that it fell to the ground: "It's not this Wen...what are you doing here?"

Su Fengjin covered her scalded mouth, stared at Zhan Qingcheng and frowned, she didn't want to think about him, so she went to bed late, and fell asleep when she was tired from thinking about it.Unexpectedly, this person actually delivered it to the door by himself.

Zhan Qingcheng pulled her hand away, and said with concern: "Is it hot? Let me see."

"It's okay." She took a step back, her eyes were cold and cold.

Zhan Qingcheng frowned and stared at her: "Take another step back and I'll break your leg!"

Su Fengjin stared at him, her eyes brightened in an instant: "What are you doing in the east room! I said you can embroider well, and you can embroider well!"

"I'm here to see the wedding dress. She doesn't like it, so change it." Zhan Qingcheng glanced at the embroidery on the table, and the embroidered lotus was half embroidered. Looking at the lifelike ones, he just found one at random. Just an excuse.

Su Fengjin frowned: "This is Yunjin..."

"So what? Since it's a wedding dress, even a horse is worth ten thousand gold, let alone a thousand gold." Zhan Qingcheng was arrogant, he looked down at Su Fengjin from a high position, his hands were extremely generous, and his face was bright when he raised his hands and feet. the seven characters.

Rich playboy!

Prodigal word!
Su Fengjin bit her lip, threw the jacket into the charcoal basin, and said stubbornly: "Then I'll send it back tomorrow, General. I'm going to sleep, General, please come back."

"Su Fengjin, you've slept through it all, so it's too late to pretend to be aloof?" He held Su Fengjin's face in his hands, but his heart felt like a pinprick of pain. This silly girl couldn't see his kindness.

Su Fengjin kicked his foot again, but she was short and missed the point, Zhan Qingcheng hugged her with a smile and let her stand on the stool, so she was much taller than Zhan Qingcheng , this condescending taste is really, good!
"How about standing high?"

"What on earth do you want?" Su Fengjin couldn't break free, so she just broke the jar.

Zhan Qingcheng withdrew his hand, looking lonely, the change was so fast that Su Fengjin couldn't react for a while.

He suddenly got Su Fengjin up, and walked towards the bed: "How is it? You should do what you should do."

Su Fengjin stared at Zhan Qingcheng struggling in his arms, punched and kicked with great force: "Bastard, let me go! Zhan Qingcheng! Bastard, let me go!"

Zhan Qingcheng was pressing her down until she couldn't move, the softness and beauty made Zhan Qingcheng appreciate the taste, and with his young age, he couldn't bear it.

"You are the general's wife, why not." He tore off Su Fengjin's clothes, his whole body was as hot as a ball of fire, wishing he could rub Su Fengjin into his arms and burn them together.

"You are looking for Qing Ruyu, what are you doing here!" Su Fengjin punched and kicked, and Zhan Qingcheng was afraid of hurting her, so she slapped her several times, the marks on his face were very obvious.

Zhan Qingcheng suddenly stopped moving, looking at Su Fengjin who was bursting into tears, he was a little at a loss for a moment, fell silent for a while, and clumsily pulled his sleeves to wipe her tears, not to mention what kind of fire, now any ignited flames Su Fengjin's little tears were completely wiped out, and there was no spark left.

Zhan Qingcheng sighed helplessly: "I won't touch you, don't cry."

Su Fengjin pushed him away, rolled into the quilt, and stared at him with a pale face.

Zhan Qingcheng had no choice but to take the cloak that fell on the ground and put it on: "Okay, I'll go, if you dare to cry again, I'll sleep with you."

Su Fengjin didn't cry anymore, she stared at him and gritted her teeth: "Bandit!"

"Wrong, it's the general." Zhan Qingcheng was wearing a cloak strap condescendingly, Su Fengjin threw a pillow over, the pillow touched him and fell softly to the ground, Zhan Qingcheng took it away.

When he opened the door, he saw Wan Zhu squatting at the door, nervously looking at Zhan Qingcheng and the pillow in his hand: "Master...what is this?"

"Add some carbon, and close the doors and windows." Zhan Qingcheng walked out of the east room with his pillow in his arms.

Wanzhu stared dumbfounded, and after a while shivered from the cold, she turned around and went back to the house.

Su Fengjin sat on the bed, although her clothes were a bit messy, but fortunately they were still on her body, but the lip was torn again, and blood was dripping, so she took the handkerchief and wiped Su Fengjin's distressed eyes: "Miss, the general is It's not domestic violence."

Su Fengjin took a handkerchief and wiped it twice: "It's nothing, go to sleep."

Wanzhu sighed while holding the bloody handkerchief.

At dawn, it was snowing heavily outside the window again. Fortunately, there was no sound of cold wind whistling outside the window, and the whole world seemed extraordinarily quiet. Su Fengjin was lying on the bed, her eyesight was blank, and she could faintly hear snow medicine falling on the ground in her ears.

Wan Zhu hugged a large bouquet of plum blossoms and put them in the bottle. The clear fragrance mixed with the scent of calming incense wafted around the room, and it was dark and gray outside the window.

Qing Ruyu originally wanted to meet Su Fengjin and take a look at the wedding dress, but she never expected to bump into Zhan Qingcheng who was standing by the wall in a daze. His tall and straight figure almost stood like a tree in the snow. It landed on the cloak flap, forming a thick layer, presumably it had been standing for a long time.

"Acheng, why are you standing here in the world of ice and snow? You are not afraid of freezing." Qing Ruyu's face was haggard but somewhat pitiful, unlike Su Fengjin, who was pale but also full of arrogance. She was originally a very tolerant person, silent, if you don't notice, you will know nothing, just think of her as a boring person.

"Well, I can't sleep and come out for a walk." Zhan Qingcheng glanced at the dark sky, countless snowflakes fell from the sky,

Qing Ruyu was dressed in pure white, her black hair was scattered behind her back, and her demeanor was clean and dusty. She smiled wryly: "I came to see Dongwu, but now it seems that I came a little early. I heard that There is a plum grove here that blooms very well, Ah Cheng, can you take me to have a look? The Qing Mansion used to have a yard of plum blossoms..."

Her words suddenly stopped abruptly, and after some words were lost, Emei hurriedly hugged a warm-looking Mrs. Tang in her arms, and said in a warm voice: "If you don't have time, it doesn't matter, I just walk around."

Zhan Qingcheng moved a step, and walked in front of her: "Follow."

Qing Ruyu hurriedly followed, and quietly tugged at Zhan Qingcheng's sleeve, her face flushed slightly: "Ah Cheng..."

Zhan Qingcheng frowned when he heard the name: "Change your name."

"What?" Qing Ruyu was slightly startled.

Zhan Qingcheng couldn't help thinking of when Su Fengjin called Zhao Ruancheng, but he hadn't noticed before that the last word he and Zhao Ruancheng had the same pronunciation, although they agreed, but the meaning was quite different.He refers to sticking to the city, but the other is integrity.

"You can call it whatever the people in the house call you. I don't like the word Acheng." Zhan Qingcheng glanced at the hand that was quietly pulling his sleeve, and suddenly remembered that he was by his side many years ago. Qing Ruyu came, she was still young at that time, but she liked to follow him very much, and her pace was not fast, so she pulled him like this, and the past rushed like flowing water.

(End of this chapter)