Abandoned Woman Remarried: Love Leng Nian General

Chapter 85

Su Fengjin heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the sound of footsteps going away outside, she pushed Zhan Qingcheng away and walked out of the rockery. She walked really fast, like a rabbit.Before Zhan Qingcheng opened his mouth, Su Fengjin had already rushed far away.

Anji ran over in a hurry, panting, but saw Zhan Qingcheng's face full of taste, and suddenly felt horrified: "Master, the smile on this face is really like a spring breeze, proud of the spring breeze, full of coquettishness..."

Zhan Qingcheng glanced at him faintly, Anji hurriedly slapped his lips and grinned: "Young man, you made a mistake, you made a mistake, and you are showing joy. Master, hurry up, the prime minister is here today, old man People are with me."

Zhan Qingcheng was in a good mood, so he didn't argue with him and went together. When he passed the fork in the east room, he saw Su Fengjin standing with Zhao Ruancheng. Zhao Ruancheng slightly stretched out his hand and brushed her The hair, the shy girl and the boy... little boy! !It's really eye-catching!
Su Fengjin took a step back with her sleeves tight, and Zhao Ruancheng laughed: "So it's because your hairpin is loose."

Just as Su Fengjin was about to speak, Zhan Qingcheng came striding over, dragged her into his arms, and said in a bad tone, "Master Zhao didn't follow Madam Zhao, why did he come to my wife's east room? It's small but it's not small, Mrs. Zhao should not go to the wrong place, after all, the mansion is heavily guarded and there are many organs, some places are not allowed to go."

Zhao Ruancheng stared at the hand on Su Fengjin's shoulder, his expression was gloomy, and his face was dyed with a warm smile: "The general is serious."

"You really don't let your husband worry about it for a moment." He pinched Su Fengjin's nose, and his voice was affectionate.Su Fengjin just pretended not to hear it.

Zhan Qingcheng said goodbye to Zhao Ruancheng, then took Su Fengjin back to the east room, An Ji was stunned to watch, the scene in front of him was a bit chaotic, one was the general's wife, and the other was the general's wife's ex-husband?The expressions of these three people also have their own merits, and they can't figure out what they are at all. They all look like thousand-year-old foxes, and they are really deep.

Zhan Qingcheng sent Su Fengjin into the back room, reached out and took her emerald jade hairpin, said in a muffled voice: "I don't want this hairpin anymore, if you like this, I'll send someone to send you a few boxes in a few days. "

Su Fengjin tugged on her sleeves tightly, with a cold face: "What exactly do you want?"

Zhan Qingcheng's hand that was playing with the hairpin was slightly stiff, and he suddenly felt a severe pain in his heart, he pulled out a wry smile: "How can I do anything to you."

"You can rest assured that I will stay in the east room for a good life, and I will never wander around, please, general." Su Fengjin stood at the door, pointing outside, with a cold face.

Yiqiu came over with a plate of snacks, seeing Su Fengjin's posture, she was startled: "Sister Su, what are you doing?"

Su Fengjin withdrew her hand and returned to her usual indifference: "It's nothing, I'll take you to the back kitchen to see the pastries..."

"The pastry is ready, here it is." Yiqiu shook the pastry in her hand, glanced at Zhan Qingcheng who was behind Su Fengjin with a gloomy face, curious why they were arguing again.Is it going to be a cold war this time?
"Then go enjoy the flowers, let's go!" Su Fengjin dragged Yiqiu towards the backyard, Zhan Qingchengzi straightened his robe, and looked towards Zhan Qingcheng who came to urge him.

"Master, you can't make the superiors wait so long." Most of the people in the court have come. If the ink continues like this, it will be difficult to explain where the superiors are today. Maybe it will be delayed for a long time. To punish the crime!At that time, it will really be worth the candle.

Zhan Qingcheng also felt that it was reasonable, so he went with Anji, and Anji murmured beside Zhan Qingcheng: "This time, I also gave an interesting tribute, what is it called, durian fruit? The smell is really stinky, could it be that the flies were kept in the hut? We can’t get rid of that smell.”

"You just said, what kind of fruit is that called?" Zhan Qingcheng remembered that Su Fengjin seemed to have said that he liked durian fruit at that time.

"Durian fruit, a tribute from overseas. I don't know what to do with it. It smells like a whole room in the warehouse." Anji was still worrying about what to do with it. The smell is so strong that it is not good to keep it. , throwing is not, a headache.

"Send it to the east room. Besides, see what else she likes, and send it to her too." Zhan Qingcheng walked through the winding corridors and flowing streams, and Anji hurriedly followed him. with.

"Master, the Westinghouse and the two concubines..."

"It's up to you." Zhan Qingcheng didn't care to pay attention to the others, walked around the long corridor and went to the front hall.

Angie had no choice but to deliver the things she prepared during the New Year and holidays on weekdays. After all, the Westinghouse is in charge, so the things are naturally much denser than the concubine's room.

Yiqiu accompanied Su Fengjin to the backyard, where all kinds of flowers were blooming, Su Fengjin went to the well and fetched a bucket of water, Yiqiu ate the cake with a suspicious expression on his face: "Sister, what are you doing?"

Su Fengjin picked a flower, crushed it and put it in the water, gritted her teeth: "Wash your hands."

"What wash your hands, I see you are going to peel your skin, your hands are red from rubbing." Yiqiu sat cross-legged in the pavilion, looking at Su Fengjin's pale face, she didn't know what was wrong with her.

Su Fengjin remained silent, and after cleaning her hands, she began to pick the flowers. She picked the budded roses and put them in the sun to dry. Yiqiu finished eating a plate of snacks in a while, so she also helped pick them together.

Su Fengjin plucked the rose in her hand, and said to Yiqiu: "Why don't you go to the front yard to watch the play, I heard that it was sung by Qingxi's class, and their singing skills are first-rate."

"I don't like to listen to those slow dramas. It's just a group of them who want to save face and stay with the old lady. The champion is just here to give a gift, and he turned around and went back to the Red Sleeve Square. If you don’t know, it’s his home.” Yiqiu threw the flowers into a small tray, and was no longer surprised by the temperament of the champion.

After Su Fengjin dried the flowers, the sky darkened. After all, it was the old lady's birthday. At night, they lit up Kongming lanterns to pray for blessings. Yiqiu did not know where to get two lights, and pulled Su Fengjin in the east. There was clamor in the courtyard of the house that it was going to be released, and even the pen and ink for writing on the Kongming lantern had been prepared.

"Sister Su, write quickly." Yi Qiu couldn't bear it and started to do it.

Wanzhu and Chunya came back shaking their arms and knocking on their shoulders. Chunya twisted her neck and complained: "I called us to help for a whole day, but I didn't say a word in the end. I really think our east room is a softie." Persimmons can't be pinched!"

Aunt Fang walked at the end, hammering her waist and said in a low voice: "Now it's the manager of the Westinghouse, so you all don't say a few words."

Seeing that there were two Kongming lanterns, Wan Zhu became interested for a moment, and ran towards Su Fengjin: "Miss, it's been a long time since we lit up lanterns to pray for blessings."

Su Fengjin lowered her eyes and looked at the blank Kongming lantern. She didn't know what to write, so she let go of her hand, and the lantern flew out like this, gradually rising.

Yiqiu felt regretful: "Sister Su, why don't you make a wish?"

Su Fengjin put down the brush, and said in a low voice: "In my current situation, there is no way I can survive from the dead. There is no difference between whether I write or not."

Yiqiu looked at her own, was silent for a while, and let go as soon as she let go.

The night became silent, Su Fengjin was embroidering flowers under the lamp, and Aunt Fang went into the back room and closed the door: "Miss Yiqiu has already sent them out, and when she left, she also brought those pastries, but... Manager An just sent something over, and the thing smelled very strong from the thorns all over his body, and the servant didn't know what to do with it, so he left it in the kitchen."

Su Fengjin didn't pay much attention, hummed, and lowered her head to embroider again.

Aunt Fang was used to her insipid appearance, so she poured her a cup of tea and went out.

Zhan Qingcheng walked in quietly, seeing her embroidering under the lamp, her heart felt inexplicably warm.When the night is dark, if the person you love makes clothes for you under the lamp, it is not a kind of tenderness.

"Give me the lake blue thread." Su Fengjin ordered without raising her head, Zhan Qingcheng glanced at the needlework basket, there was a lot of thread piled up here, lake blue?There are too many blue threads here, and Zhan Qingcheng couldn't tell them apart for a while, so he gave one to her, she took it and looked at it, frowning slightly.

"Wanzhu, you've been with me for so long, why are you even with Hulan... What are you doing here? Get out, get out." Su Fengjin's complexion suddenly turned pale. Thinking of everything that happened in the afternoon, she felt nauseated. He is a ruthless and disgusting person!
Zhan Qingcheng was not annoyed at all, he just sighed: "It's hard to send off some adults from today and the court, and I took some time to come to see you, is this your attitude?"

"I didn't invite you." Su Fengjin pinched the embroidery needle in her hand, her fingertips trembling.

"Why are you so angry? Huh? Because of Zhao Ruancheng? Didn't he tell you when you met Zhao Ruancheng? Mrs. Zhao has been pregnant for more than a month?" He raised Su Fengjin's chin , squinting his eyes, smiling bitterly.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Isn't your ability to be sharp and sharp?" Zhan Qingcheng looked at her with a sad look in his eyes, and suddenly felt that he was really blind these days. I want to melt an ice iron that can't be melted at all!
"What do you want to hear? Let you go? Or is Ah Cheng finally having a child?" Su Fengjin clenched her fists tightly, and the embroidery needle in her hand pierced into her flesh. It was painful, but it couldn't hurt her heart.

"You! Su Fengjin, you are really cheap! If someone like me doesn't love you, you have to be sympathetic to that little white face who abandoned you! It's just a broken shoe. How noble are you pretending to be in front of me? Who knows that you and Zhao When Ruan Cheng was together, how many clouds and rains did he go through, and being with me was just a touch, what? I'm sick of you, who is so noble." Zhan Qingcheng let go of his hand, and his deep eyes were dyed a little Chill, he really was blind to fall in love with such a hard-hearted woman!

"If you hate me, you can leave me alone. Why bother to humiliate me like this!" Su Fengjin used to have no temper, and was low-key and forbearing, but for some reason these days, getting along with Zhan Qingcheng has become a verbal confrontation. Hurtful words are everywhere.

"Humiliation? Is this considered humiliation?" Zhan Qingcheng sneered at her pale face.

(End of this chapter)