Abandoned Woman Remarried: Love Leng Nian General

Chapter 77
Su Fengjin just listened silently, and occasionally smiled when she heard something interesting, and the nightmare was largely eliminated by these people making such a fuss.In the second half of the night, Wanzhu was supposed to be on vigil, and Wanzhu lay on the bedside to fan the wind for her, hesitating to speak.

Su Fengjin was sitting on the bed embroidering flowers, the moonlight jumped into the room from outside, and dyed the candlelight in the room three points of brilliance, in the reflection of the light, the sound of cicadas was long, and the sultry day only took a while to cover her body. Su Fengjin wiped his sweat profusely, and whispered, "Why is it so hot today?"

There was a flood in Pingzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, but the city of Chang'an was as hot as if it was being baked on a stove. The weather like this is really weird.

Wanzhu fanned the wind hard, and said to Su Fengjin: "It turns out that the ice in the ice cellar has been moved to the old lady's place for offerings these days, so our place is much hotter. It’s like a flaming mountain in the middle of the night, not to mention sleeping, it’s too hot to go out on weekdays, and now it’s late at night, and it’s still so hot.”

Su Fengjin put the embroidered pieces aside and wiped her hands, her palms were covered with sweat, and she couldn't even pinch the needle securely.

Wanzhu waited on Su Fengjin to wash her face, and said in a low voice: "Today was originally a Lantern Festival, then... Then Mr. Zhao asked his servant to bring a message, saying that he saw it at Changfeng Pavilion. He said, he will always be there." Wait there..."

"He and I... have nothing to talk about." It's just that Su Fengjin really owes him a favor on the matter of the Su family.

Wanzhu nodded in agreement: "Yes, Miss, he has already married a new wife, and now he is really the son-in-law of the Grand Tutor. Don't mention how beautiful it is, let's go, maybe some troubles will be caused."

But Su Fengjin still went anyway, she went to the east room, dug out the box under the tree again, and took it to the Changfengting Tavern, the same old place before, Zhao Ruancheng sat by the window, holding the box in her hand. Holding a book and looking at it, the lamp reflected on his elegant and gentle face, time seemed to stop in an instant, back to the time when Su Fengjin first married into the Zhao family.

At that time Zhao Ruancheng was sitting by the window reading a book like this, occasionally looking up at her and smiling at her, but now, no matter how similar they are, it was nothing more than self-deception.

Su Fengjin came to Zhao Ruancheng's side, and handed the box over: "I just want to return this thing to you, Mr. Zhao, it was originally a gift from my respected mother on the wedding day, and you and I have nothing to do with it. You'd better take things back."

Zhao Ruancheng didn't look at that thing, closed the book, smiled at Su Fengjin, and said, "I remember the poem you read that day, you said, Wen Jun has other hearts, and you will burn them. When the wind blows them, you will burn them." Grey! From now on, don’t miss each other again. Lovesickness will never end with you. Now you are going to end each other with me?”

Su Fengjin suddenly thought of Zhan Qingcheng. If Zhan Qingcheng was here, she might laugh at her tenderness back then. However, those who have read so many poems and ancient prose are always more tender and romantic. Zhan Qingcheng always spoke so bluntly, with joy and anger written all over his face, which always made Su Fengjin feel uneasy.

"Since it's a thing of the past, why should Mr. Zhao mention it again? If there is nothing else, I will leave." Su Fengjin put the box on the table next to Zhao Ruancheng's hand, and took two steps back with downcast eyes.

Zhao Ruancheng said suddenly: "Feng Jin, what if I say that I have no other intentions? Do you trust me? If I say, Hugh you to protect you? Do you trust me?"

Su Fengjin froze in place, her empty vision fell on Zhao Ruancheng's face through the hazy mist, she suddenly felt very wronged, but she couldn't speak out about this kind of grievance, she could only keep it in her heart, Disappears, or, lesions, with age.

"It's getting late, since Mr. Zhao is getting a new wife, it's better to go back earlier."

"Are you blaming me? Feng Jin, since you are blaming me, it means you have me in your heart, right? You and I have known each other for three years, and you should understand me. You can rest assured that no matter what happens now, I will be with you in the future." After all, I won’t break my promise that day, Zhan Qingcheng... such a vulgar person is not worthy of you." Zhao Ruancheng approached her, reached out to touch her hair, Su Fengjin took a step back avoided his hand.

"Master Zhao respects himself."

Zhao Ruancheng chuckled softly: "Self-respect? You and I have worshiped before, how should we respect ourselves? If you don't cherish you, why wait for you to grow up? You have long been mine." Su Fengjin's menstruation did not come for a long time, I found many doctors, but they only said that it was a cold, and it came slowly. I never thought that this slowness would even delay their wedding night.

Su Fengjin felt more and more embarrassed, was she just an object?If you like it, take it, if you don't like it, then push it away, as Yiqiu said, if you don't love it, you won't cherish it, if you get tired of it in the future, pushing it away is just a loss of something you don't like , what does it matter.

"Zhao Ruancheng! Since the day you divorced me, we have settled, why do you bother me like this again!"

"Fengjin..." Zhao Ruancheng looked at Su Fengjin, who had a cold face and empty eyes, and his heart ached badly.

"Go back." Su Fengjin tightly held her handkerchief, turned pale and wanted to leave.

Standing behind her, Zhao Ruancheng's good voice was still the same as when they first met, gentle and watery: "Feng Jin, you... fell in love with him? Feng Jin, he was not good enough for you, you shouldn't Put your heart on him."

Su Fengjin didn't answer, just opened the door and walked out.

Zhao Ruancheng stood where he was, looked at the bracelet in the box, and took it up after a long silence.

This is a pair of jade bracelets, which were handed down from generation to generation by the head of the Zhao family. His mother also took this bracelet from his grandmother. Zhao Ruancheng still remembered that when Su Fengjin got this bracelet, it was really a treasure. Protecting it, even when sleeping, you have to press it under the pillow, wear it in your hand for fear of breaking it, and hide it at home for fear of being stolen.

But now, the things she cherished so much have returned to Zhao Ruancheng's hands.

Zhao She limped in, with a bruised nose and swollen face, crying to Zhao Ruancheng, "Master, you have to be the master of the slave."

Zhao Ruancheng put away the bracelet, looked at Zhao She's disheveled clothes and messy hair, and frowned: "Who moved the hands?"

"The little one doesn't know either! The man came down with a sack and beat the little one. When the little one realized it, he had already run too far..." Zhao She also felt wronged, and there was no one who beat him. See clearly, there are so many people who hate him on weekdays, I don't know who made the move for a while, and I can't figure it out, so I can only suffer the loss of being dumb.

Zhao Ruancheng waved his hand: "Go and see a doctor."

"Then this..."

"The one he wants to hit is this young master's face." Zhao Ruancheng knew without thinking that the General's House was the only one who dared to use such a crude and simple method to solve the problem.

Zhao She had no choice but to cover his face and limped to see the doctor.

Su Fengjin went out of the Changfeng Pavilion and Wanzhu sneaked back to the side courtyard. The sky outside was already getting bright. The hot sun penetrated the clouds and illuminated the sky and the earth. The golden light was slowly rising. Su Fengjin climbed up the ladder to the roof and looked at the The rising sun was dazed.

Wanzhu really didn't understand what Su Fengjin was looking at: "Miss, the slaves can see the sunrise every day, and there is nothing to see. Let's go down. If someone wants to use a ladder later, we will be ashamed to be on the roof." sent."

Su Fengjin half-closed her eyes, looked at the rising sun, and suddenly said: "Wan Zhu, Ah Cheng and I... can't go back. Whether he wants to or not, we can't go back."

Wanzhu held her face, blinked her eyes and said: "I don't understand this, I only know that it is his Miss Hugh, if he hadn't divorced Miss, then there would be no such things in the future, Miss is now alone. There are so many things, and it's not all his fault that he suffered such bullying here. Miss, don't be unhappy when the servant says this. If you want me to tell you, Master Zhao must have something to take advantage of the lady. That's why you are so kind to Miss, Miss must not be fooled."

Su Fengjin just stared at the rising sun and remained silent until the sunrise had fully risen, then she slowly climbed down the ladder and returned to the inner room. She didn't sleep all night, so she took a rest again. Anyway, there was no one there. When she came to this side courtyard, Su Fengjin was quiet and at ease.

A few days passed in Chang'an city, time always seemed extraordinarily long in the quiet courtyard, a day was nothing more than a sunrise and sunset, Su Fengjin hurriedly embroidered two sets of clothes, Put it away in the closet, and start embroidering autumn clothes again. Most of the autumn clothes are maple leaves, autumn chrysanthemums, and begonias.

Su Fengjin was embroidering, when Chun Ya hurried over from outside, and smiled at Su Fengjin: "My Lord came back to control the water, it's really fast, it's only been more than a month, I heard that a new river was dug to disperse the water, and the water for irrigation After crossing a few rivers that are about to dry up, even the river transportation has been brought up together. He is on the way back now, and he must have entered the palace with Grandma Lanxin.

Su Fengjin lowered her eyes to embroider flowers, and said "Oh" and then it was over.

Chunya gave her a white look: "Anyone who sees the sky knows how to embroider this broken flower. You have the spare time to embroider this broken flower. Why don't you think about how to please the master, and the master will give you as much money with a wave of his hand, and save money." You boil lamp oil here to torture your eyes."

Wan Zhu came over with a teacup, put it beside Su Fengjin's hand, took it and continued to eat, and said, "My lady is not that spineless, she doesn't rely on the general's house for food, otherwise, When Yogyakarta is in a hurry, I will starve us to death."

The two suddenly fell silent, and retreated at the same time. A dark shadow blocked Su Fengjin's light, and she didn't care about it, she just whispered: "Wanzhu, you are blocking my light. Move over .”

Zhan Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Do you miss me?"

Su Fengjin raised her head abruptly, and saw Zhan Qingcheng's dusty face, the embroidery frame in his hand fell on the table: "You..."

"Think about me?" Zhan Qingcheng pulled her up and dragged her into his arms, the smell of sweat all over her body was stained with wind and dust and got into Su Fengjin's nose, Su Fengjin panicked terribly.She was afraid of such dark and painful days, but, with the return of Zhan Qingcheng, would such days come back together?

(End of this chapter)