Abandoned Woman Remarried: Love Leng Nian General

Chapter 53

When she stood in front of Zhan Qingcheng to untie his belt, her whole body was almost attached to Zhan Qingcheng's body, Zhan Qingcheng didn't move, and let her do it slowly.

Zhan Qingcheng thought, there are some things, you just have to get used to them.In order to avoid the embarrassment of being an old couple in the future.

It wasn't until only the shirt and underpants were left that Zhan Qingcheng waved away the crowd, picked up Su Fengjin, put her into the bed, covered her with the quilt, and pulled her into his arms, whispering, "Go to sleep."

Su Fengjin was very sleepy, but she was still on guard against Zhan Qingcheng. She held the hairpin tightly in her hand, and stared at Zhan Qingcheng with tired eyes like wolf cubs in the early dawn.

Zhan Qingcheng reached out and touched her head, his voice was somewhat tired: "Sleep with me for a while."

"It's dawn." She held the hairpin tightly under the quilt, and Zhan Qingcheng was not in a hurry. After struggling for a long time, the hairpin in his hand was suddenly taken away by Zhan Qingcheng, he whispered perfunctorily: "Sleep well, I will not take advantage of others."

There was no other sound in the study, Su Fengjin was also sleepy, curled up in Zhan Qingcheng's arms and fell asleep.

Zhan Qingcheng looked down at her sleeping appearance, she really looked like a kitten in a different place, with a little immature defense.

In fact, Su Fengjin is sixteen years old, and her seventeenth birthday has not yet come, but she has become less lively and bright at such an age, Zhan Qingcheng thought, his Fengjin should be like him before leaving home She is like a younger sister who has run away, bright, lively and willful.So many things happened that planted poison in Feng Jin's heart, poisoning all the vitality and brightness in her heart to death.Zhan Qingcheng thought, I don't know what method to use to turn her death into a future life.

Su Fengjin was falling asleep, and in a daze, she heard the maids whispering softly. It was a beautiful sunny day outside the window, and the sun cast a tree's shadow on the window, and there were birds lingering among the young green branches and leaves.

A few maids came in to clean, but they also paid attention to Su Fengjin who was half asleep and half awake through the screen.

"Oh, you've heard that the famous murderer was beaten to death last night and left at the gate of the yamen."

"He should have killed so many innocent people for no reason, and now he has suffered retribution!"

"I heard from the guard's Ah Si that yesterday my grandfather seemed to say that he went out to kill people. Could it be this murderer? I heard that this murderer escaped from the death cell in the Northern Jin Dynasty before. ..."

"Your news is well-informed."

"I also heard Director Security unintentionally mention that everyone in Chang'an City can sleep peacefully now that the murderer has been arrested. Otherwise, who knows who the murderer will kill if he gets sick again."

Su Fengjin sat up, the maid over there heard the movement, and hurried over to take a look, seeing that it was Su Fengjin, looked at each other for a long time before calling out to the young mistress in a low voice.

Su Fengjin only nodded implicitly and then got up and walked out. Zhan Qingcheng was working in the study. He didn't know what to write. He sat with his back straight and his hand holding the pen was big and powerful. He quietly glanced at the words, just like him, Jin Ge Tiegou, vigorous and powerful.

Zhan Qingcheng put away the pen and said to her: "Come and have a look."

Su Fengjin whispered: "No need."

"Tsk, it's really from a small family. I want you to see it openly. You don't want to, but you want to see it secretly." Zhan Qingcheng took a sip of the tea cup, and Su Fengjin had no choice but to go forward, open the official document and read it. Two eyes, complexion faint.

"Do you understand?" Zhan Qingcheng put the teacup away, took a piece of pastry and fed it to her mouth, Su Fengjin stared at the pastry, inevitably a little embarrassed, so she had to reach out to take it, and said in a low voice: "I...I just Knowing the prince, and the word Xianren, seems to be complimenting the prince."

Zhan Qingcheng smiled: "Even if you can't read, how did you steal those important letters from so many letters?"

Su Fengjin twisted the handkerchief nervously, and said in a low voice: "I... I know a little bit." And what was written on it was told to her by Hai Tang beside Lan Xin, so she just took it, She promised Haitang, these words must never be told to Zhan Qingcheng.

"What kind of books have you read?" Zhan Qingcheng took another official document and opened it. Su Fengjin glanced at it, but only saw a few praiseworthy words, which presumably were some articles about meritorious deeds, but if you want to talk about it In terms of merit, whoever has the greatest merit in fighting Qingcheng on the battlefield.

"Before I got married, my father asked me to copy women's rules and women's training, as well as... and family training." She lowered her eyes, and suddenly remembered the first two months of marrying Zhao Ruancheng, she really worked hard at practicing calligraphy As a literary student, she was really a young and passionate heart at that time, but now it has only been half a year, but she feels as if she has passed most of her life.

Zhan Qingcheng's writing hand paused, and suddenly asked with a smile: "Do you want to learn Chinese and calligraphy?"

"My mother died five years after marrying my father. When I was young, I was fond of playing and didn't like learning, but now I think about it. It's just..." Su Fengjin's eyes softened involuntarily when he mentioned that gentle person like water. , the whole person is like a cloud, soft, clean and warm.

Zhan Qingcheng remembered a word in the book, Hongxiu Tianxiang read it at night, and felt his heart warm: "Come here, I will teach you."

Seeing Su Fengjin's suspicious eyes, Zhan Qingcheng couldn't help laughing: "What? Could it be that in your eyes, I'm just a vulgar man who knows how to march and fight? Husband, I was a student in the Imperial College for a few years. Less than those poor scholars who can only chew words."

Su Fengjin smiled suddenly, her eyes were bright and warm, and her teeth were bright and gleaming: "Why does the general compare himself with those people?"

"Can you write names?" Zhan Qingcheng pulled Su Fengjin into his arms, grabbed her hand, and pulled out a page of paper. A ball of ink dripped on the paper, smudged, like ink plums, light The faint smell of books lingers in the study room. The wall of the study room is a floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window is a small pond. In the pond, the lotus flowers have shown their sharp corners. The shape of pink and tender like water drops is very beautiful. It has already bloomed, and when the warm wind blows, the fallen flowers are dyed a pool of pink, and the water ripples in circles, like a brocade painting, it would be great if it could be embroidered.

Seeing that Su Fengjin was in a trance, Zhan Qingcheng's hand moved up from his waist, Su Fengjin suddenly regained his senses and slapped him on the back of his hand, his voice was low, as if annoyed: "What are you doing!"

"This method is effective." Zhan Qingcheng grabbed her hand and wrote Su Fengjin's name. The words were written by Zhan Qingcheng's subordinates, which added Xiang Fen's inexplicable tenderness. Su Fengjin felt his heart burn badly. After writing Then he jumped out of Zhan Qingcheng's arms, and said, "I don't need you to teach me like this, I could write some words."

Zhan Qingcheng laughed: "Can you write my name."

Su Fengjin lowered her head and grabbed the pen to write the three characters of Zhan Qingcheng. The pen was weak and crooked, but it was still a single character. Zhan Qingcheng looked at the embarrassed Su Fengjin and said, "It's really a good character. The arms and legs are separated."

Su Fengjin was a little angry: "I haven't studied any books before, so I can't compare with you!"

Zhan Qingcheng added Su Fengjin's name next to the word, and said with a smile: "There is some food on the table over there, go and eat, and come over to grind ink after eating."

Su Fengjin was eager to leave, so she turned around and left immediately.

After she left, Zhan Qingcheng added a few words on the paper, the reeds were green, the dew was frost, the so-called Yiren had already lived in the east hall.

Su Fengjin ate slowly, and when she was done eating, the sun had already risen three poles. She came to the desk slowly, took the ink stick, and rubbed it smoothly, and the ink that was rubbed out was extremely thick and And smooth, Zhan Qingcheng lowered his head to approve the official document, looking very serious, his sword eyebrows and bright eyes revealed unquestionable determination, the words he wrote were majestic and domineering, and the handwriting was vigorous and powerful, just looking at it was pleasing to the eye, as if writing a copybook Presumably, many people will come to ask for it. If one day he stops being a general, he may still be able to make a living selling calligraphy.

Zhan Qingcheng added ink, and said in a warm voice: "Although your calligraphy needs to be strengthened, the way of rubbing ink is good."

"I have been grinding ink for Master for many years, and I have long been used to grinding ink." Su Fengjin suddenly closed her mouth, her expression darkened.

"Your master? I only heard about the Su family, but I never heard that you have a master." Zhan Qingcheng narrowed his eyes, maybe he should check his Fengjin, think carefully, if someday Wouldn't it be more interesting for Feng Jin to tell herself.

"It turned out to be a thing of the past." She didn't want to mention those past events again.

The two stayed in the study for most of the day, Anji pushed the door open, glanced at Su Fengjin who was studying ink, and said in a low voice: "General, Lord Yun is here."

"Let him come to the study." Zhan Qingcheng put down his pen, got up and cleaned his hands, Su Fengjin handed him the handkerchief, but he grabbed Su Fengjin's hand, and gently wiped the ink stains on her fingertips, his tone was so gentle : "Practice your handwriting well in the future. My Jin'er is the best, and it won't be worse than those from those scholarly families."

Su Fengjin didn't know how to respond for a moment, she pulled her hand out, and said in a low voice: "Master Yun is here, I'll step back first."

"Well, remember to come to bed at night." Zhan Qingcheng looked at Su Fengjin's staggering footsteps for a moment, and was in a good mood.

When Su Fengjin came out of the study, he bumped into Yun Yi. Yun Yi's face was pale, like someone who was about to die. The weather started to warm up. Master Yun was still wearing a thick fox fur coat, with a mink curled up on top of the fox fur coat. , I thought it was dead, but never thought that the mink was alive, his eyeballs moved, and he looked at Su Fengjin fixedly, Su Fengjin was startled, Chaoyun Yi blessed his body and backed away.

Since Zhan Qingcheng doesn't want to help her, then she always has to think about other ways. The eldest brother is only 20 years old, and he still has a good life. in prison.

Su Fengjin picked a small path and hurried back to the east room. Chunya in the east room was sitting under the pagoda tree and playing with the purse she embroidered. When she saw her back, she came up to her and asked with a smile, "How is it? But it's a good thing." gone?"

Seeing that Su Fengjin didn't speak, Chun Ya's face suddenly turned cold, and she threw the purse into her hand, with a look of disgust on her face: "What are you doing with this expression, those who don't know think that you have been greatly wronged by following Master Yes! Seeing you like this, I'm afraid it didn't work out last night, right? I think so, how could the Lord fall in love with such an abandoned woman like you. It really wasted all our hard work."

(End of this chapter)