Abandoned Woman Remarried: Love Leng Nian General

Chapter 203

Yiqiu hugged Su Fengjin's embroidered cloth and kicked him: "Let's go quickly, I bought a small yard by the Qinhuai River in Wuyi Lane, and I have sent someone to take care of that yard a few days ago. I will tell her after the year when Sister Su is free. I never thought that I will use it first now. We don’t bring a thread from the Zhanfu. We also teach those who say that Sister Su is greedy for wealth and honor to take a good look at it, so do we. Backbone."

Su Fengjin hugged the picture of the jujube tree and walked ahead, while Chunya looked at her, standing where she was and was completely messed up by the wind.

Aunt Fang brought out some of the things that Su Fengjin had embroidered earlier, and stuffed them into Chunya's arms: "If you want to send it, go, why don't you just stand here and stare."

Chunya snorted twice, very arrogantly: "Huansha. Why don't you see her?"

"I don't know, I was transferred early in the morning. You follow up quickly, otherwise people should leave." Aunt Fang pushed Chunya, urging her to hurry up and send it off.

Chunya had no choice but to rush outside against the wind and snow with her things in her arms. During the days with Su Fengjin, although Chunya was a knife-mouthed person, Chunya was really happy. It's just a pity that the one who married is a big family like the General's Mansion.

When Chunya chased her out, Su Fengjin had already gotten into the carriage. She was standing at the door with Bu in her arms, staring at the carriage going further and further away, and finally returned to the east room with her head bowed, looking like an eggplant beaten by Shuang. .

There is more than half a month before the new year, and the snow at night began to be unrestrained in the sky above Chang'an City, the east room is missing the quarrel between Wanzhu and Chunya, the embroidered figure of Su Fengjin is missing, and the things that belong to Su Fengjin are missing When Chunya walked into the East Room, she felt that the East Room was very empty.

Aunt Fang put those things back to their original places one by one, and when she saw Chunya came back, she took a teacup and put it on the table, and sighed: "Didn't the things go out?"

Chun Ya put the cloth on the bed in a sullen voice: "It's too late! Grandma Dongwu is such a good person..."

Aunt Fang closed the window of the east room where the cold wind was blowing, glanced at the cherry blossom tree covered with paper, and finally took out the teacup. The whole east room finally fell into a dead silence, like a pool of stagnant water, the wind could not blow it in the slightest ripples.

Anji sent Su Fengjin out of the house and went to the main house. As soon as he entered the main house, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol. The taste comes.

After searching for a long time, he saw Zhan Qingcheng leaning on the rug to drink, the wine jar was already several times empty, Zhan Qingcheng's expression was still cold and his face remained unchanged.

"Master, I've already left. The small courtyard by the Qinhuai River has already been sorted out."

Zhan Qingcheng put down the wine jar, got up and straightened his clothes, took a jar of wine out of the back room, Lan Xin came with some food, the two met at the door.

"Grandpa, the old lady was afraid that I would be hungry, so I sent my concubine to bring some food over, which is what I like to eat..."

Zhan Qingcheng passed her by without saying a word, and went straight out of the main house. Lan Xin hurriedly followed, feeling very panicked. Can't take it back!
Seeing that Zhan Qingcheng just went to the east room, he let go of his heart a little.

He pushed open the closed door of the east room, the residual temperature in the room hadn't receded, and the light fragrance that Su Fengjin liked was still there, but he felt that the east room was like a pool of stagnant water, and now he felt how lonely life was , always feel meaningless.

Lan Xin stood by the threshold of the inner room, staring at Zhan Qingcheng's back, silent for a while, finally mustered up the courage to run over, hugged his broad back, and whispered: "Master, finally let them When you're gone, Lan Xin will always be with you, and I will never let you down in this life."

This is Su Fengjin's east room. Zhan Qingcheng suddenly felt that Su Fengjin was still there, and Lan Xin's actions made him flustered. Virtue."

Lan Xin was so aggrieved that she almost burst into tears: "I have been in the mansion for seven or eight years, and now it is almost the Chinese New Year, but my master has never touched me, so why is the three-year childlessness in the divorce letter Hit me in the face, do you know what the people outside said about you, saying that there are many wives and concubines in the mansion, but Zhan Mansion has not seen any children born for a long time, could it be that the Zhan Mansion killed too much and suffered retribution."

Zhan Qingcheng pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window, and the cold wind outside the window brought snow in. The wind and snow contained ice slag, and it hit the person's face like a knife cut.

The gloomy sky outside the window declared that this day of vicissitudes in the War Palace had come to an end.

Zhan Qingcheng carried the wine jar and stepped out. The small courtyard was covered with snow, and there was a creaking sound when his feet stepped on the snow. Lan Xin stared dumbfounded at the cherry blossom trees in the small courtyard. The tree was covered with wooden notes.

Due to the howling cold wind last night, several pieces of wood on the tree fell off and were buried in the snow, only a little red band at the end of the wood was exposed.

Lan Xin picked up a piece of wooden paper outside the french window, and seeing the names of Su Fengjin and Zhan Qingcheng written side by side on it, tears rolled down her eyes.

In the past few years she has been in the mansion, it seems like a joke. No matter whether she is tempting, drugging, or letting the old lady threaten her, she does everything, but in the end she gets nothing. Worthless.

She was only fifteen years old when she married, and now it has been seven or eight years in a blink of an eye. She is no longer young, but she doesn't have a single child under her knees.

If it is said that Huizhan Qingcheng has never touched her, then not only the Zhan Mansion will be disgraced, but also the Wei Mansion and herself will be completely disgraced if she speaks out.

This road was originally what she wanted, and this cause and effect was originally what she asked for. Now the mansion has only her and Gu Miaoqing, who has been promoted to an official, Gu Shangshu, a mere Gu Miaoqing. She will take it to heart, what she really cares about now is Zhan Qingcheng.

"Master, it's windy outside, be careful to catch cold." Lan Xin took the cloak from Anji's hand and went under the cherry blossom tree.

The wind picked up the snow from the trees and fell to the ground, making a small sound.

Zhan Qingcheng threw the cloak on the chair, and sat on the cloak, staring at Lan Xin, who has always been gentle, and said in a low voice: "You have worked hard all these years."

Tears welled up in Lan Xin's eyes: "These are what I should do. This path is also chosen by the concubine."

Zhan Qingcheng took out a wine glass from the desk cabinet under the tree, and the cold wind and snow blew on his body, Zhan Qingcheng suddenly remembered what Su Fengjin had said to him, the snow all over his head, he thought it was time to spend together Had a whitehead.

Lan Xin boldly held Zhan Qingcheng's hand, her tone was soft and pleasant: "Master, this wine hurts your body very much."

"Lan Xin, you can go too." Zhan Qingcheng took out a letter and handed it to Lan Xin.

Lan Xin looked down and saw the words "Shangshu" and "Li". She lowered her eyes and smiled wryly. She wondered if she should feel lucky. What Zhan Qingcheng gave her was not a letter of divorce, but a divorce, but what's the difference between her and her? Woolen cloth.

Lan Xin knelt in the snow, looking at Zhan Qingcheng with misty eyes: "Why did you want to reconcile with this concubine? Since I entered the Zhanfu, I was born as a Zhanfu, and died as a ghost of Zhanfu. If the master doesn't want Lan Xin anymore, then Lan Xin has only one way to go."

Zhan Qingcheng drank too much wine and got a headache. He threw the wine jar and got up shaking: "Lan Xin, if one day you find someone you like, just tell me, and I will give you a dowry at that time." .”

Lan Xin knelt on the spot, her eyes darkened: "Master, you're drunk."

Zhan Qingcheng brushed her hand away, and sat back in the chair, with the cold wind and snow blowing on his face, he became more awake: "Go back, go back."

"It's cold outside, let's go inside." Lan Xin stretched out her hand towards Zhan Qingcheng.

Zhan Qingcheng held the wine jar and said to Anji, "Send Lanxin back to the West House."

"Brother Qingcheng, have you really forgotten Sister Ruyu? Have you ever thought that she treats you with sincerity?" But she will never become the second Qing Ruyu, she will be a general after all. Madame's is different from these people.

Zhan Qingcheng raised his eyelids, his slender legs were resting on the table, his drunkenness was fading, and he looked extraordinarily decadent.

Seeing that he was silent, Lan Xin took off the handkerchief, swept the snow off the table, and sat down on another chair. Looking at the wooden paper full of trees, she was extremely jealous.

When Zhan Qingcheng was young, he used to hang up wooden papers full of trees for Qing Ruyu in that Qingxu Temple, and now he hangs wooden papers full of trees for Su Fengjin, but as for her, it is clear that she is Zhan Qingcheng's wife, and she is clearly She was the first to marry into the Zhan Mansion, but she had nothing, and she had to rely on extraordinary means to obtain that half of warmth.

"Drink! I'll drink with you today. Come on, let's not go home until we're drunk!" Lan Xin's eyes darkened, she poured a glass of wine and touched Zhan Qingcheng's cup, feeling bored.

The wine is from the frontier, it is very spicy, and the mouthful of spicy taste fills the throat, directly burning the heart.

The night was windy and snowy, lingering over the treetops.

Su Fengjin's residence has been settled, and Wanzhu has tidied up the back room of the yard. This is said to be a yard, and there is a big shop outside, and it looks like a very quiet place. Behind the backyard is the bank of the Qinhuai River, far away. You can also see the boats moored on the river bank and the lamps on both sides of the long alley.

Su Fengjin sat beside the charcoal basin in a daze, and it was past midnight when Wanzhu sorted out the things one by one.

Xiao Fugui and Yiqiu were afraid that she wouldn't be able to think about it, so they stayed on the inner floor, sitting in a row, looking at Su Fengjin from time to time.

Su Fengjin took out the divorce letter and handed it to Wan Zhu, her face looked indifferent, as if she was not the one who experienced such an accident before: "Frame this up and find an inconspicuous place to hang it up. "

Wanzhu stared at the divorce letter, remembering what Su Fengjin told Anji to tell, fearing that mentioning Zhan Qingcheng would make her sad, so she had no choice but to find someone to hang up with.

Xiao Fugui is a big man with a flirtatious temperament, so he doesn't know the delicate thoughts in a woman's heart.

"Sister, it's not enough for you to hang one. Why don't you hang up the one given to you by the surname Zhao. In the future, you will hang up one every time you are divorced. When the time comes, the divorce papers that hang all over the wall will be beautiful." .”

Yiqiu kicked him, with a gloomy face: "Hey, can you speak? What do you mean by divorce papers hanging all over the wall? If you co-author Sister Su, no one will succeed!"

(End of this chapter)