Fast Travel Guide: The heroine collapses

Chapter 480, Marshal, so cold 4
If there is no hostess, even if he marries the host, he will not do anything to offend the host.

Seemingly feeling Qingcheng's sizing up, Zhao Yusheng narrowed his eyes, and a flash of thought flashed in his pupils.

Qingcheng caught the emotion in his eyes, came back to her senses suddenly, shook her head, "It's okay, I'm just a little thirsty!"

Throat a little dry, hoarse, hot.

This man is really sharp!

Zhao Yusheng pursed his lips, got off the bed, picked up the clothes prepared at the side and put them on without any shyness or awkwardness, walked to the front of the table, touched the cold teapot, and gave instructions to the door.

"Come on, let's make a pot of tea!"

"Yes, uncle!" A delicate woman outside the door returned respectfully.

Zhao Yusheng turned his head and glanced at Qingcheng, "The tea is cold, wait a minute!"

Qingcheng nodded, but did not speak, and Zhao Yusheng did not speak any more, and put on his clothes.

Inside is a white one-inch coat, with a dark blue military uniform on the outside, a leader's badge on the collar, and a pair of black military boots.

A black armed belt around his waist, with a gun pinned to it.

With an icy temperament, his whole body exudes an abstinent and dangerous aura.

As if aware of Qingcheng's sight, Zhao Yusheng raised his head to meet her eyes, and a knock on the door came, a young and immature girl came in with a basin of water, bowed to the two of them, put the water in to the side shelf.

There seemed to be a servant standing outside the door, and the servant girl went back and took a tea tray with refreshments on it, changed the refreshments on the table, saluted again, and then left, closing the door by the way.

Zhao Yusheng was going to pour tea for Qingcheng, but Qingcheng got off the bed first, walked to the front of the table, got a cup of steaming tea, lowered his eyes and blew gently, the fragrance of tea was overflowing.

Zhao Yusheng, who was standing on the side, looked at Qingcheng, his pupils flickered, "You go to eat later, I still have military affairs, so I can't accompany you!"

Qingcheng hummed lightly, without looking back, Zhao Yusheng turned around and washed up.

After a while, Zhao Yusheng finished washing, heard the man's footsteps gradually going away, Qingcheng took a sip of tea, the tea penetrated into his throat, moistening his throat.

Probably seeing Zhao Yusheng leave, the maid standing at the door came in, dressed and washed Qingcheng.

Zhao Yusheng is a marshal, the host married here and lives in Zhao Yusheng's mansion, Zhao Yusheng has no father or mother, and the host's parents live in Wu Mansion.

Therefore, there is no such thing as offering tea.

After breakfast, Qingcheng was so bored that she sent her out of the room and practiced in the room.

In addition to eating at noon, until the evening, Qingcheng heard footsteps outside the door, and a man's questioning, probably where is the lady and if she had dinner.

And Qingcheng sat at a desk beside her, picking up a pen and practicing calligraphy.

Under the faint light, the woman's face is calm, and the white cheongsam is embroidered with small and delicate blue and pink flower shapes, which is elegant and beautiful.

Zhao Yusheng didn't bother Qingcheng, walked to Qingcheng's side, and saw his name written on the paper spread on the table.

Zhao Yusheng.

The three characters, the handwriting is vigorous and powerful, beautiful and long, with both square and round, it seems to be a single stroke, with a slightly romantic and chic feeling.

Although Zhao Yusheng's parents died, he used to be a beggar.

However, he himself was born in the marquis family of the Qing Dynasty, but because of the decline of the Qing Dynasty, the family also perished.

(End of this chapter)