sick man

Wei Chengfeng is Yunze's long-term frontier general. This year, he is thirty-five years old. His first wife died of dystocia, leaving him only one daughter.Losing a wife should be regarded as one of the great regrets in life.But he was still young, and he looked very talented. Once the funeral was over, there were still many matchmakers. The picture scrolls in the study were piled up to a foot high.I don't know whether it's because he can't forget his dead wife, or because he is too busy with military affairs, Wei Chengfeng declined all the daughters of high-ranking officials and big families, and only lived with his mother and daughter.He and Shen Chenbi both studied under General Su Jian. They are five years apart, but because of their similar personalities and congenial tempers, they have always had a deep relationship.He has always regarded Shen Chenbi as a good teacher and helpful friend, and he will send several posts to visit every year.

This year the military is busy, and this time he finally had half a month of leisure, and he heard that Shen Wuyu wanted to take a concubine, so he brought his daughter and son-in-law to congratulate him, but he did not expect to cause trouble.

Fortunately, Duan Mingyou was found in time. After diagnosis and treatment, he was relieved to know that Han Qingshu was just suffering from a traumatic injury.

But as soon as he entered the temporary room, he had a headache again.

The flower hall was in a mess, the tables and chairs were tilted here and there, and the ground was covered with broken porcelain and water stains. Xue Shu lay on the table crying and cursing, and two helpless maidservants stood beside her. Take the door and go out.

"father!"

Xue Shu raised her eyes to see Xue Chengfeng, her heart was full of grievances, she threw herself into his arms, and burst into tears.

"What's the matter?" Xue Chengfeng let her hold her, and asked in a cold tone.

Xue Shu didn't hear it either, and said in a crying voice,

"It's not that poor man! When he came back, he was stuck like a log, and even if I asked him to serve a cup of tea, I said softly to him, but he was fine, and rushed out with a flick of his head!" Xue Shu cried and wiped her tears. After crying, he held Xue Chengfeng's arm and begged, "Father, I don't want to marry him! I'm not yet 16, and he's already 23, and he's poor and worthless. I won't marry! Don't marry!"

"What nonsense!"

Xue Chengfeng withdrew his hand and shouted, "How can you allow yourself to be the master of marriage! You and Yanqing have already made a marriage contract, how can you marry him because of his poor background? Don't mention this matter again in the future!"

"father!"

Xue Shu was so angry that she stomped her feet, found a chair, and kicked it to the ground.

Xue Chengfeng didn't bother to take care of her, and only ordered the attendant to wait for the lady to vent her anger, tidy up the room, and not to cause trouble to the master, and then went out.After walking two steps, he stopped another person and asked, "Where did Yanqing go?"

"Go back to the general, my son, he went to the garden."

Xue Chengfeng pondered for a while, and then walked towards the garden.

The garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion is very large. It is said that because his wife loves flowers and plants, the Prime Minister specially recruited gardeners from all over the place to plant countless exotic flowers and plants. He also sent people to dig a lake in the center of the garden. It is a wonderful thing to build an interesting waterside pavilion. Every summer, the lake is full of lotus leaves, boating on the lake, or reading and resting in the waterside pavilion.It's a pity that spring is only now strong, and the small lotus in the lake is just showing up, only the willows on the shore are swaying in the wind, and they are gratifyingly green.

Su Wanzhi had dinner and had nothing to do, so he came to the garden for a walk.

Walking to the artificial lake, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure standing alone on the shore of the lake, with a blue shirt fluttering in the wind, like a flying catkin, and I felt isolated and helpless.

It was the man next to Xue Shu whom I had seen earlier.

"Brother is so elegant."

Su Wanzhi was aroused by his back and sighed with fate, and couldn't bear to turn a blind eye, so he went up to chat.

The man turned around, his face was still frighteningly white, but fortunately he was smiling, listening to him,

"So it's Young Master Su."

The voice is soft, faint, but very polite.

"What kind of young master is that? Su is just a scholar, brother, just ask me to hold him back." Su Wanzhi said modestly.

"Hold it." The man called him, and said, "Yanqing is down there, you can call me Yanqing."

After exchanging names, the two walked side by side by the lake.Su Wanzhi chatted with Fang Yanqing for a while, and when they talked about their favorite poems, calligraphy and painting, they had a tacit understanding.

The two walked and chatted, not noticing that it was getting late, and walked around the lake a few times before seeing a person walking towards them not far away.

Su Wanzhi spoke excitedly and didn't pay attention, but Fang Yanqing paused, with a frightened look on his face.

"Yanqing."

Xue Chengfeng called out in a deep voice, interrupting Su Wanzhi's words.

"Ah, it's Uncle Xue." Su Wanzhi hurriedly cupped his hands, and followed Shen Wuyu to call Uncle Xue Chengfeng.

"En." Xue Chengfeng responded blankly, but turned his eyes towards Fang Yanqing, "Shu'er quarreled with you again?"

Fang Yanqing was slightly taken aback, her eyes flickered, and she hesitated casually as an answer.

"She did it again?"

Still faltering perfunctorily.

"Wow!"

The left hand that had been hidden in the sleeve was suddenly lifted, and it happened to pinch the red, swollen and broken skin. Fang Yanqing groaned in pain.

"Did you take the medicine?"

This time he shook his head honestly.

"Have you recovered from your cold?"

Then shook his head.

"come over."

Xue Chengfeng let go of his hands and opened his arms to meet Fang Yanqing. Fang Yanqing blushed instantly, and without daring to look at Su Wanzhi's expression, she lowered her head and slammed into Xue Chengfeng's arms.

Xue Chengfeng hugged him, a long-term martial arts practitioner with amazing arm strength, he held his hips without panting, lifted him up, and left without saying hello to Su Wanzhi.

Fang Yanqing lowered her eyes and leaned on his broad shoulders, as if a chick leaving the nest had a support, and sighed reassuringly.

Su Wanzhi froze on the spot, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and felt that his whole body was not well.

ashes...

Somehow, an inappropriate and insulting word popped into his head.