The general is easy to bully

Lan Yu handed the words in her hand to Shen Xingfeng.

Shen Xingfeng took it in a hurry——

His eyes were a little lost.

This……

It's not Xiao Qihan's words.

"What's the matter?" Lan Yu saw Shen Xingfeng's disappointed expression that he couldn't hide, and thought of the name that Shen Xingfeng repeated in his mouth last night, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

He endured and endured, and finally couldn't help but said: "Do you hope Xiao Qihan sent him?"

Shen Xingfeng was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at Lan Yu in a daze.

Lan Yu's smile was a little pale. He sat down opposite Shen Xingfeng, took the words over and read them carefully, and said unnaturally, "Because you kept calling him by his name last night."

Shen Xingfeng was silent for a long time, and finally did not hide anything.

"He was the first person I fell in love with. We grew up together. I had a lot of things with him until he died."

Shen Xingfeng picked up the pen again, but didn't know what to write. He lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, Lan Yu. Last night... was originally our wedding night."

Lan Yu waved her hands again and again, "No, no, you don't need to apologize."

The curvature of the corner of his mouth was lowered a little bit, "Anyway, I insisted on marrying you, and it's not your fault."

Shen Xingfeng took a deep breath, and smiled at Lan Yu: "Give me some more time, if you really can't stand it, you can say that my conduct is bad, and I'll be fine if I get divorced."

Lan Yu's eyes widened, her head shook like a rattle, "I won't divorce you!"

Shen Xingfeng laughed. He pointed to the words, "Ask the housekeeper who received the gift, who sent it here."

Lan Yu frowned: "Xiao Qihan?"

"Xiao Qihan died a long time ago. His head hangs on the Meridian Gate. How could it be possible for him to write something that everyone knows?" Shen Xingfeng looked calmly: "I just want to find out who gave it to me, and I will return the gift later. , lest people say we don’t know the rules.”

Lan Yu nodded; "Okay, I'll go ask the butler."

Later, it was found out that the calligraphy and paintings were given by Mrs. Jing Guogong.

My wife has read poetry and books since she was a child, and calligraphy is a must in the capital.

Knowing Shen Xingfeng's name, I wrote a close-up of this poem for the couple.

Lan Yu vaguely guessed that this kind of poem might have been written for Shen Xingfeng by that man himself many years ago, so he suggested: "Shall I hang this poem in the dormitory?"

However, Shen Xingfeng put the calligraphy and painting into a box and handed them over to his servants. His voice was calm and he couldn't hear any emotion: "No need."

Sooner or later he will let go.

Otherwise, it would be unfair to Lan Yu.

After counting the congratulatory gifts from each mansion, Shen Xingfeng went to change his clothes and prepared to go to Lan Manor to meet Lan Yu's family.

"Riding a horse or taking a sedan chair?"

Shen Xingfeng: "Take a sedan chair, I don't know how to ride a horse."

The people from the Lan Mansion had already been waiting at the gate.

Shen Xingfeng has a noble status, a first-rank marquis, even though he is married into the Lan family and is a junior of the Lan family, the Lan family still dare not neglect him.

Lan Yu's mother passed away early, and there is only an old lady, father, brother and sister-in-law in the family.

Shen Xingfeng greeted everyone one by one.

The old lady liked Shen Xingfeng very much, and even gave Shen Xingfeng the dowry bracelet she had when she got married.

Shen Xingfeng was careful all day long, for fear of making any mistakes, and had to go to the ancestral hall to meet the ancestors who worshiped the Lan family.

After leaving the Lan Mansion, Shen Xingfeng was so tired that he didn't even want to say a word.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Lan Yu looked at Shen Xingfeng's pale face, couldn't help reaching out to hold his head, and let him lean on her shoulder.

Shen Xingfeng froze for a moment, but in the end he didn't push Lan Yu away.

He and Lan Yu are married, and there will be such intimate contact sooner or later.

When he arrived at the General's Mansion, Shen Xingfeng had already fallen asleep.

Lan Yu carefully carried Shen Xingfeng out of the sedan chair, Shen Xingfeng moved slightly and hummed softly twice.

……

That night, Qiao Yi summoned Lan Yu into the palace.

Calling foreign ministers into the palace was originally against the rules, but Yun Yingshen never cared about it, as long as Qiao Yijin stayed in Chaoyang Palace obediently, he could turn a blind eye to such trivial matters as if he didn't notice them.

As soon as Qiao Yijin saw Lan Yu, she couldn't help asking, "I heard that Xingfeng was sick last night? Are you being too rude?"

Lan Yu was aggrieved: "Empress, you have misunderstood me, I never had a wedding with Xingfeng at all."

Qiao Yijin sighed: "Xiao Shiyi is not in good health, don't worry too much."

"I know, he went to my house today, and now he is tired and fell asleep."

Qiao Yijin nodded: "Is nothing wrong?"

Lan Yu smiled: "No, Xingfeng understands the rules very well, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Qiao Yijin nodded strangely.

He didn't even know whether he should tell Lan Yu or not.

Shen Xingfeng... how can anyone know how to obey the rules?

He is like the torrent in spring, the scorching sun in summer, the harvest field in autumn and the snow in winter.

Howling past, earth-shattering.

Qiao Yijin had seen the real Shen Xingfeng.

He would pull Xiao Qihan's hair, and when Xiao Qihan was writing, he would splash ink on Xiao Qihan's half-written paper. He would play tricks on people, and he also liked to play around.

It's a pity that no one can make Shen Xingfeng like this again.

After Xiao Qihan's death, the young and bright boy put away his sharp claws overnight, quietly smoothed off the edges and corners, and turned himself into a domesticated cat.

Qiao Yijin told herself countless times that this is a good thing.

Shen Xingfeng has a good home, and he and Lan Yu will raise their eyebrows and live a safe life.

When Shen Xingfeng grows older, Yun Yingshen will pick an outstanding child from the aristocratic family and adopt him to the general's residence to raise him.

After another 20 years, Shen Xingfeng will be like everyone else, full of children and grandchildren.

What a happy ending.

Just as Xiao Qihan expected.

But Qiao Yijin couldn't convince herself to be happy.

He had unspeakable regrets in his heart.

He would never see that Shen Xingfeng who completely gave himself over to another person again.

When Lan Yu returned to the General's Mansion, Shen Xingfeng had already woken up.

The dinner has been delivered by the dining room.

Lan Yu asked the girl who passed the dinner: "Where is the sweet-scented osmanthus duck that I ordered the kitchen to make?"

"It has already been sent."

The dishes on that table were all prepared according to the note left by Yun Yingshen.

Shen Xingfeng had a good appetite and ate an extra bowl of rice.

Lan Yu picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus duck for him, "Eat more if you like it."

Shen Xingfeng bit his mouth slowly, "I've eaten a lot."

"It's okay, anyway, you're not sleepy right now, after we finish eating, let's go shopping outside at the night market."

"it is good."

The night market in Beijing is as lively and prosperous as ever.

Lan Yu held Shen Xingfeng's hand, and stopped at each booth to take a look.

"Xingfeng, this is fun, can I buy it for you?"

"Xingfeng, look at that, do you want it?"

Shen Xingfeng looked at the rattle, and smiled helplessly: "I'm not a child, it would be embarrassing to buy this kind of thing."

Lan Yu scratched her hair in embarrassment: "Because you are younger than me."

Shen Xingfeng shook his head: "No need, let's go over there and eat Douhua."

Shen Xingfeng had eaten at that restaurant before, and the last time he sat here was when he was Daqi, he was not Lord Hou, and Xiao Qihan was not dead. "

The proprietress brought out two bowls of bean curd and recognized Shen Xingfeng.

"Hey, it's you, little brother, did you bring friends here today?"

Lan Yu was about to nod, but Shen Xingfeng had already grabbed the spoon: "He is my husband."

The proprietress widened her eyes, "Ah, you are all married. Then I will treat you to the bean curd tonight. I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years and an early birth... Uh, no, if you can't have a baby early, then I wish you a long life of love. "

Shen Xingfeng smiled: "Thank you."

After the proprietress left, Shen Xingfeng said: "We are married, you don't need to hide our relationship."

"But you..."

Shen Xingfeng frowned: "His affairs are over. There is no need to mention him in the future, just live our lives well."

Lan Yu nodded her head in a complicated mood: "I see."

After eating the bean curd, a group of beggars came out of nowhere.

Shen Xingfeng had been a beggar himself, so he couldn't help feeling pity for these people, so he took out his purse and distributed a piece of silver to each of them.

The proprietress happened to see it, and said with a smile: "You have a good heart, these little beggars come to beg for money every day, and if they don't give you, they won't leave."

Lan Yu frowned, "There were not so many beggars in Beijing before."

The proprietress sighed: "The emperor just came to the throne, and there was another drought in the southwest. They all escaped. After all, under the feet of the emperor, they will never starve to death. There are more beggars in Beijing. I also run a small business. Sometimes I sell The unfinished bean curd will be given to them, and it will be regarded as a good deed."

The proprietress shook her head: "These days, life is getting more and more difficult. I heard that there are savages haunting Yueshan on the west side of the city."

"Savage?" Lan Yu was startled: "Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, I heard that he lives in the cave on the other side of Yueshan Mountain. He is covered in pitch black, with a ferocious face and scantily clad. Many people who go up the mountain to chop firewood have seen it."

"Is there no one from the government to take care of it?"

"He didn't harm anyone, who cares about that." The proprietress smiled: "If you want me to say, he is not a savage, but a homeless vagabond."

Another guest came, and the proprietress said, "Eat slowly", and turned around to greet the guest.

Lan Yu grew up in rich clothes and rich food, so she can't understand the suffering of people's livelihood: "This world is so big, there are people who are homeless."

"There are too many. I, Wen Jue, Long Che, Ah Fu... and our empress have all been homeless before."

Lan Yu frowned, and held Shen Xingfeng's hand: "Xingfeng, I will definitely not make you homeless."

Shen Xingfeng nodded: "Eat quickly, there are lanterns ahead, let's buy one and take it home."

He is now the honorable Marquis of Mingtong in the Great Chu Kingdom, and he and the empress are brothers, and his husband is the son of the Minister of Dali Temple.

He will never be homeless again.

No matter which person here, there is enough ability to protect him.

You should be happy, Shen Xingfeng.

Shen Xingfeng frowned, picked up the bowl and drank all the tofu curd.

He and Lan Yu picked up a lantern and brought it back to the General's Mansion, and hung it at the gate of the General's Mansion.

The red lanterns at the wedding have not been removed, and the entire General's Mansion is beaming with joy.

Lan Yu thought about Shen Xingfeng's body, and took the initiative to separate from Shen Xingfeng and move to the side room. .

Shen Xingfeng was kept in the General's Mansion day by day, and the food, drink and fun were brought in like flowing water.

But people are getting thinner and thinner.

This year's autumn.

Shen Xingfeng suddenly became seriously ill.

Yun Yingshen called all the imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital to the General's Mansion.

Said that Shen Xingfeng could not be cured, and asked them to come and see him.

Elder Qi treated Shen Xingfeng's bedside for three days and three nights, but there was no improvement at all.

Shen Xingfeng's illness was too serious, his heart was filled with poison, and he was powerless to recover.

Old Qi called Lan Yu out, secretly told him to get the coffin ready, and let Shen Xingfeng take a shower.

Lan Yu cried out of breath.