Abandoned Woman Remarried: Love Leng Nian General

Chapter 383 It's Ugly

Without raising his head, he said in a muffled voice, "Well, it's much uglier than when I was young."

Su Fengjin: "..."

Lu Yuwei poured a glass of wine and put it in front of him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Feng Jin, don't talk to him, he has such a sullen temper, he can't hold his fart for a long time, I'm almost suffocated to death when I'm with him, remember How about Qiu? How are you doing recently?"

Su Fengjin pinched the wine glass and said with a smile: "She is the wife of the Gu family now, and she is in charge of the family's financial power."

Su Fengjin felt that Lu Yuwei should also know about Li Junzhi: "Li Junzhi is dead, do you know?"

Lu Yuwei poured the wine with a slightly stiff hand: "Dead?"

"Where did he go? He was killed by bandits when he went there. According to what Yiqiu said, Song Zhuangyuan Cha Yiqiu found someone to pick up his body and bury him."

Lu Yuwei sneered: "If you die, die. I have nothing to do with him. Is it possible that I have to take Qingfeng to his grave to put three sticks of incense on him? Never mind, he is not worth my few pennies." sesame oil money."

There was a trace of nervousness in Zhu Qingfeng's eyes, and the movements of stroking the civet cat became a little bigger. The civet cat was in pain, and stretched out its paws to scratch Zhu Qingfeng's hand, and gently gnawed Zhu Qingfeng's waist with his teeth. The sapphire tassels in the middle whimpered.

Lu Yuwei glanced at Zhu Qingfeng, and said helplessly, "I just mentioned that."

Zhu Qingfeng hummed, and continued to torment Xiao Wu, an innocent civet cat.

Su Fengjin couldn't stand it anymore, and hugged Xiao Wu: "Elder brother, are you married to Sister Yuwei?"

marriage?Zhu Qingfeng turned blue, got up and left.

Lu Yuwei raised her forehead: "Where is there any marriage in this Taoist school? If you want to get married, you have to return to the vulgar, right?"

Su Fengjin followed Xiao Wu's hair, and said in a low voice: "My senior brother's temperament is like this, and you can figure it out. It's amazing. Like when I was just starting out, I didn't even know that senior brother was happy. Still angry."

Zhao Ruancheng just sat like this, listening to the two muttering, his eyes were full of smiles.

When the night fell silent, Zhan Qingcheng finally threw away the face that had been hung up all day, and he walked to Su Fengjin's side tent to please him and said, "Jin'er, you are always with that pretty boy lately, I really feel sorry for you in my heart." It's very unpleasant, I really shouldn't have kept the Zhan family from you before, but if I told you at that time, I was afraid that you would be in danger, right? That little boy is not a good thing. It's too much to spin around you..."

The figure in there swayed, and the sound of pouring wine came, which was a signal for him to continue talking.

Zhan Qingcheng sighed: "Jin'er, you know that I treat you with sincerity, we are old husband and wife, so you don't want to be angry? Tell me how long you have ignored me because of that little boy. Already?..."

On Zhan Qingcheng's left, he made a bad face and another bad face, the sound of pouring wine became more and more frequent, and finally he smashed the glass on the table, Zhan Qingcheng pondered for a while, and then said: "I said, don't be unhappy with that bastard, Which ex-husband would circle around his ex-wife Jiantian like this, if you don't guard against it, maybe he has some dirty thoughts in his heart!"

The teacup smashed to the ground with a bang, and Zhan Qingcheng figured out that something was wrong, and said in a deep voice, "Zhao, get out!"

Before Zhao Ruancheng came out, he brushed aside the curtain. Zhao Ruancheng was half-sitting on the bed, holding a pot of wine in his hand, the eyes of the two were thunderous, and then they fought like this.

Speaking of Zhao Ruancheng, he has been practicing martial arts hard since he lost to Zhan Qingcheng, but this martial arts, after all, has to talk about a foundation, Zhao Ruancheng is exhausted after using the few moves he has learned. All that's left is to be beaten by Zhan Qingcheng.

Su Fengjin heard the movement next door, Lu Yuwei held the teacup and said with a smile: "There seems to be a fight over there, don't you want to take a look?"

Su Fengjin snorted and said, "Will he still lose?"

Lu Yuwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she said why she was so indifferent, she had nothing to fear.

"Let's go, go and see, it's a general, what does it look like to fight like this." She dragged Su Fengjin out, and everyone outside thought it was Zhao Ruancheng who was unilaterally hanged and beaten by Zhan Qingcheng. Be good, the two of them fought together, Zhao Ruancheng's robe was torn to pieces, and now they were fighting on the bed with bruised nose and swollen face.

Seeing Su Fengjin coming, the two quickly separated, Zhan Qingcheng pointed to the green face and said aggrievedly: "Ma'am, he hit me!"

Su Fengjin ignored him, and only said: "If you want to fight, go to the arena, don't embarrass yourself here."

Zhan Qingcheng followed Su Fengjin to Zhao Ruancheng's tent, now it's autumn, and the night is very cold, Su Fengjin pulled down the curtain in front of him, Lu Yuwei yawned and stretched, far away From a distance, I saw Daoist Qingfeng coming from a distance holding a lamp. His eyes were picturesque, his breath was calm, and there was a doting smile on the corner of his lips. It was a wholehearted smile that touched Lu Yuwei's heart. .

Lu Yuwei ran towards Daoist Qingfeng, threw herself into his arms, Zhu Qingfeng tied the cloak in his hand for her, and carried away the koala-like Lu Yuwei who was hanging on her body.

Zhao Ruancheng rubbed his nose, and Zhao She beside him looked at his father's bruised and swollen face, and said in a low voice: "Master, why don't you marry another one, they are all in pairs, you... "

It hurts a lot to be single.

Zhao Ruancheng glanced at Zhan Qingcheng who was standing outside the tent, blowing the cold wind, and snorted coldly: "I want to make things difficult for him!"

After a long time, Zhao Ruancheng successfully became a professional blocker. Until the day when Zhan Qingcheng left, he still said that if Zhao Ruancheng could stop causing trouble in front of him, he would surely live forever. Of course, this is Let's talk later, it's really rare that this love rival can be regarded as Zhao Ruancheng and Zhan Qingcheng!

"I'm going to sleep, and I'll work hard to stand guard with General Zhan." Zhao Ruancheng yawned, and took advantage of the dark clouds and moonlight to enter the tent.

It didn't take long before the pattering autumn rain began to fall outside. Su Fengjin sat in the room and couldn't sleep, staring at Zhan Qingcheng who was standing at the door and never moved. When she got angry, she opened the curtain: "It's so cold! God, don’t you know how to go back!”

As soon as the curtain was opened, a gust of dampness came towards him, Zhan Qingcheng gasped, and smiled blindly: "Can you calm down?"

Su Fengjin rolled his eyes at him: "Anji, take him back to the main tent!"

How could Anji dare to challenge Qingcheng? He ran away with a trembling heart.

Su Fengjin had no choice but to pull him into the tent: "Just sit there overnight, I'm asleep."

Zhan Qingcheng took off his cloak and warmed himself in front of the bonfire. Su Fengjin looked at his bruised and swollen face a little thankfully. Fortunately, he covered his face with a mask when he was fighting. Otherwise, it would be indecent to go with such an injury.

Zhan Qingcheng picked a match, Su Fengjin took medicine to smear his face, Zhan Qingcheng's Adam's apple twitched: "Tomorrow will be a tough battle between me and His Highness Seven."

Su Fengjin lowered her eyes and wiped the medicine: "Nowadays, most of the people in the court have turned against each other. It doesn't matter if they fight or not."

Zhan Qingcheng grinned: "He is the prince, his country was ruined and his family was destroyed. He was also responsible, but I will find a way to avoid the war."

Su Fengjin wiped the medicine, put it away carefully, turned around and bumped into Zhan Qingcheng's arms, Zhan Qingcheng hugged her and fell on the bed, Su Fengjin stared at Zhan Qingcheng, stretched out his hand and pushed him: "You do what!"

"Since they are husband and wife, they must sleep together." Zhan Qingcheng's face remained unchanged, completely forgetting about the matter with Li Shu back then.

Su Fengjin struggled and found that she couldn't get away, so she followed Zhan Qingcheng.

In the night, Zhan Qingcheng slightly raised his eyelids, looking at the sleeping person in his arms, he felt very at ease.

He lowered his eyes and kissed Su Fengjin's soft black hair, his eyes were full of tenderness.

The only one who can turn a cold and strong person into full of tenderness is probably only the tenderness and amorous feelings of this woman.

In the early morning of the next day, when Su Fengjin woke up, Zhan Qingcheng had already left. When she got up to go outside, she saw thousands of troops lined up in the distance outside the camp. Because the camp was relatively high, it was far away. Seeing Zhan Qingcheng wearing a golden armored battle suit and holding Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, the bright red cloak vividly outlined Zhan Qingcheng's chilling aura.

Lu Yuwei leaned over with her arms folded, looked at the battlefield where thousands of shots were fired, and said with a smile: "Your general is fighting, don't you panic?"

Su Fengjin sat down with Lu Yuwei, held a cup of tea and looked at the soldiers who started the battle, swords and arrows rained down, and the smell of blood came from afar.

The gate of the city opened slowly, which Gu Ye did not expect. He never thought that there would be people in Chang'an City cooperating with each other.

Song Renyi and Ye Yuanqing stood at the gate of the city and waved their hands. All the people who were shooting arrows were wiped out. Zhan Qingcheng took Gu Ye, and Gu Ye threw away his sword and sneered: "This is the day I will kill Nan Jin!"

Zhan Qingcheng accepted Fang Tian's painted halberd, and said lightly: "It's just a self-inflicted crime. The Southern Jin Dynasty has its own master, and it can't perish. Those who perish are only relatives."

His Highness the Seventh Highness suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhan Qingcheng: "What do you mean by that?"

Zhan Qingcheng patted him on the shoulder, and rode his horse into Chang'an City: "You will know when you enter the city."

Su Fengjin hurriedly put down the teacup, turned around and rode her horse to follow.

The gate of Chang'an City was closed, and Zhan Qingcheng rode his horse very slowly, as if he was waiting for her intentionally, but Su Fengjin only followed from a distance, Zhan Qingcheng lost his patience, turned his horse's head and dragged Su Fengjin over the horse and hugged her in his arms inside.

"Jin'er, you have to be mentally prepared."

Su Fengjin's heart beat violently: "We... are we really going to rebel?"

Zhan Qingcheng stared at the majestic palace and sneered: "It's not a rebellion, it's just taking back what really belongs to you."

Su Fengjin heard it in a cloud, and entered the palace with Zhan Qing with a heart full of anxiety.

The gates of the palace were opened one after another, and the final goal was the Jinluan Palace where the present was staying. Only Fu Lingsi's people were left outside the palace to protect it.

Looking at Zhan Qingcheng and Su Fengjin from afar, he waved his hands: "Let them in."

Zhan Qingcheng got off his horse and carried Su Fengjin off the horse, and the two entered the Golden Luan Hall.

Now there is a smile on the eyebrows and eyes: "Zhan Aiqing, you are here."

Zhan Qingcheng glanced at the chief minister sitting on the soft sedan chair carried by eight people under His Royal Highness Jin Luan, and Xiao Fugui who was standing next to the chief minister.

(End of this chapter)