Chapter 9 New Year is approaching
When Su Fengjin was in the Su family, she had done those busy and tiring jobs. Now, except for a pair of chilblained hands soaked in water and rubbing clothes, she took an ax to chop firewood. Xiuchun ordered people to throw a bucket and a rag at Fengjin's feet. Fengjin stopped doing the laundry and looked at Xiuchun with a dull expression.

Xiu Chun kicked the bucket, and said mockingly: "What kind of young mistress does a prodigal slut want to put on? If it weren't for the kindness of the old lady, you would have been kicked out of the house a long time ago, so you should repay her kindness." Don't think about those nasty things! The old lady and the others are going to worship in the ancestral hall later, so hurry up and clean the floor in the ancestral hall. your skin."

Su Fengjin stretched out her frozen hand to hold the handle of the bucket, lowered her head and was about to leave, but Xiuchun tripped her, and she fell to the ground with a bang, and when she pressed her hand on the sharp stone, bright red tears popped out immediately. When the blood came, Xiuchun smiled with satisfaction, and looked at her arrogantly: "You really are a slut, you can't even walk without a man! Hurry up!"

Su Fengjin got up from the ground, and walked away with empty eyes like a ghost amidst the laughter of the crowd.Days like this were commonplace for her when she was in the Su Mansion, but now that she came here, it was just a place where she was humiliated. To her, what's the difference?
When she went to the ancestral hall, she saw a tall and straight figure standing in front of the tablets with her hands behind her back. Feng Jin was silent, then knelt down in the corner with a bucket and began to wipe the floor. The ancestral hall is often cleaned, so it is not dirty It's just that she wiped it very meticulously, her hands with frostbite stiffly grasped the rag and scrubbed vigorously on the ground, her clothes were thin in the deep winter, making her look thinner and thinner, her soft black hair was gently rolled up, and her haggard face was withered and yellow. Thin, with almond eyes staring blankly at the floor.

Zhan Qingcheng looked away from the memorial tablet, and fell on the person kneeling on the ground wiping the floor. This gray plain and old-fashioned dress, who else could there be except Su Fengjin from the East Room.

Zhan Qingcheng's eyes fell on her hands, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he squatted down to look at her: "What's wrong with your hands?"

Her face was pale with fright, her thin body trembled slightly, her eyes looked at Zhan Qingcheng with a cold expression in horror, she thought, this person will not let her go, after all, she stole the letter of.At that time, she had no other choice, so she followed Chunya's words and stole the 'evidence'.

"I'll take you to see the doctor." He stretched out his hand to pull Su Fengjin's hand, Su Fengjin took two steps back suddenly, her empty eyes were stained with a black mist of despair, she huddled in the corner, and whispered: "General Zhan, I stole that letter, but what's the point of humiliating me like this? I beg you, please give me a good time. "

Zhan Qingcheng stared at her hands, and smiled wryly: "Just think that I want to humiliate you, and I'll take you to apply the medicine." Zhan Qingcheng has always engraved those hands that were undulating on the cloth, which were originally a pair of slender jade-like hands. Skillful hands, but now they are swollen badly, with many wounds on their hands, looking at it, it seems that there is a hand pressing on the heart, and it hurts.

She curled up on the ground like a wounded little animal, glared at him and said sharply, "Don't come here, get out of here!!"

Zhan Qingcheng's face was gloomy, and he went close to clasping her hand and sneered: "You really think of yourself as a virgin? In this world, you are the one who is least qualified to tell me to fuck off! If you didn't find out in time, With that letter alone, I can't keep a single one in Zhan Mansion!"

She kept struggling with her hands, and her whole body was trembling: "Let me go, please."

Zhan Qingcheng saw that she was pale and thin, and felt a little pain in his heart. A few days ago, he had put on a few ounces of flesh, but now he lost weight quickly after such a toss. Become an awl face.

Zhan Qingcheng held back his anger, and heard her whisper: "I won't do that kind of thing again, just let me go."

"So you're going to find Zhao Ruancheng?!" Zhan Qingcheng violently pushed her against the wooden wall, clasped her hands on top of her head with one hand, and pinched her chin with the other, his eyes sparkled. murderous look!His current husband was no match for an ex-husband who had given up on her!When he thinks that all his thoughts are in vain, he is full of anger, but this person in front of him can't move!
Such a posture is such a humiliation to Su Fengjin!She bit her pale lips, her empty eyes were finally stained with luster, like pear blossoms with rain in spring, Zhan Qingcheng's heart was scratched like a cat, slightly hurt and itchy, he leaned over to touch her , Feng Jin turned his face away, and put his foot on his thigh, Zhan Qingcheng didn't feel pain, but felt extremely disappointed.

There is always a peaceful aura about her, no better than Lanxin's powdery fragrance or Qing Ruyu's herbal fragrance, this kind of smell always makes him feel very comfortable.

She pushed Zhan Qingcheng away, picked up her things and was about to leave, Zhan Qingcheng kicked the bucket away from her hand, picked him up, Su Fengjin who was in a panic shone on his face Slap: "Put me down!"

He glanced at the tablet in the ancestral hall, endured the anger in his heart and put her down: "I'll take you to see the doctor."

She hid her hands in her dusty sleeves, her face was pale, and she said nothing.

Zhan Qingcheng smiled wryly: "What? Where is the arrogance that hit me just now?! Now it has become this spineless virtue again!"

"General Zhan, if it's okay, I'll take my leave first." She tightly held the rag in her hand, her hand with frostbite was a little numb from the pain, and the sense of humiliation just now continued to expand in her heart, When she thought that she couldn't escape from this place, she felt a little desperate.

Zhan Qingcheng stared at her hurriedly leaving back, his veins stretched out, and he punched the pillar of the room fiercely!But a woman!How could Zhan Qingcheng put his mind on her heart!
An Ji who was standing outside saw everything, he closed his eyes in shock, and came to Zhan Qingcheng's side: "Master..."

Thinking of his grandfather being slapped again, his eyes looked like he was going to kill someone, he didn't dare to mention that Su Fengjin, he just felt that Su Fengjin was playing hard to get, and now the grandfather has already paid a little attention to her Yes, she is fine, she still doesn't know how to restrain herself.

Lan Xin and the old lady worshiped in this ancestral hall together, Zhan Qingcheng stared at Lan Xin kneeling and worshiping, thinking of Su Feng Jinlai who was dumbfounded but could slap people in the face.

Lan Xin only thought that Zhan Qingcheng was staring at her, with a shy face, standing beside the old lady with her head bowed, the old lady took his hand and walked out of the ancestral hall, telling her heirs to hurry up and so on, for Su Fengjin People, and never even mentioned it.

Lan Xin shyly looked at Zhan Qingcheng, seeing him in a daze again, felt a little lost in her heart, stepped forward and took the old lady's hand, and said softly: "Mother, I heard from Xiu Chun that your knee has been hurting recently , have you seen the doctor?"

"But it hurts when the weather gets wet and cold..."

Zhan Qingcheng stood at the door, staring at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who were walking further and further away, his eyes were gloomy, while An Ji stood aside, not daring to make a sound.

(End of this chapter)

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