After transmigrating into a scum attack, I rely on my ability to clean up [Quick Transmigration]

"I heard that Yu'er seems to be a different person when she comes back this time. She pampers you very much." The handsome wife gently raised the teacup, shook the dark tea in the cup, and took a sip with her downcast eyes. The end is unfathomable.

Shen Li lowered his head, clutching the newly bought padded jacket tightly in his hands, not daring to speak.

"I was going to send you back to my hometown, but I was afraid that Yu'er would be unhappy when she came back, so I stopped thinking about it." Her eyes stopped on Shen Li for a long time, "But, judging by the atmosphere, I'm afraid it's a little bit out of control! "

"Ma'am, little..."

"The commander-in-chief's son, Yu'er, naturally wants to marry a wife and have children to carry on the family line." Madam interrupted Shen Li's words, and said to herself: "But he didn't listen, and even asked his father to marry him. I have said it all, and after much deliberation, the person who untied the bell must tie it."

"Ma'am, do you want me to persuade you?"

The stove in the room was very hot, but Shen Li's body seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, it was so cold that he shivered slightly and his teeth began to chatter.

The lady on the seat smiled at Yan Yan, her eyes were gentle, and there was no trace of warmth in the words she uttered, "In this winter, it is a toss to travel long distances back to my hometown, are you right?"

The last sentence, as if the official announced the final judgment, easily took all the strength out of his body, his body was bent deeply, his head was almost lowered to the bluestone floor, "Yes, I understand!"

Shen Li said loudly and exited the room, looking at the snowflakes that started to fall in the sky again, he breathed out a breath of hot air tremblingly, and condensed into fog when encountering the cold air.

Today, why is it so cold all of a sudden.

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Su Yiyu on the other side didn't know what happened here, and when he came back from the military camp, he bought Shen Li's favorite osmanthus cake.

When passing by a small stall, he stopped, got off his horse and picked up a red rope on the stall.

"Master Jun, good eyesight, this is the best marriage rope!"

"Really?" Su Yiyu saw that there was only a red bean on the red string, but he didn't believe the stall owner's hype.

but,

The symbol of a century-old marriage took advantage of his wishes and threw down a few yokos, and Su Yiyu returned to the Marshal's Mansion with cakes and a red string.

But when he entered the room, he didn't find the well-behaved figure of the little book boy. With a trace of strangeness and doubts, he came to the servant's room, and saw the familiar little body curled up on the bed, tightly wrapped in the quilt, as if it was too cold .

"What's the matter? Are you sick?"

Su Yiyu stepped forward and reached out to touch his forehead, but the person on the bed hid him.

The outstretched hand suddenly stopped, with some confusion, "What's wrong with you? What happened, are you unhappy?"

The person on the bed didn't turn around to look at him directly, and there was some crying in his voice, "Master, the little one is just a servant, so there's no need for the young master to be so nice to the little one!"

"What are you talking about!" Su Yiyu didn't understand, how did it become like this in just one afternoon, "What happened? What happened to you?"

"The little one is fine." Shen Li got out of the quilt, knelt there, and pressed his head deeply on the bed, "The little one can't stand the young master's kindness. From now on, I don't want to do that kind of dirty thing again!"

"That kind of picky thing?" Su Yiyu's throat tightened, a little unbelievable, "A Li, do you think it's disgusting to do that kind of thing with me?"

"Master..."

Before finishing the rest of the sentence, Shen Li was pushed onto the bed by Su Yiyu, looking at his black eyes that lost their usual warmth, it was frighteningly cold, "Is it disgusting?"

Both hands were pressed on the top of the head with one hand, and the corners of the young marshal's eyes were as bright red as weeping blood.

Shen Li suddenly understood why others were so afraid of the young marshal, not because of his identity, but because in the past in front of him, Su Yiyu just withdrew his hostility and left the only tenderness to him.

At this time, this only thing was also given up by him.

The clothes were torn, and the body hurt like hell, but the wound in my heart hurt even more.

Shen Li wanted to push away the wild tiger emerging from his body, and kept struggling to get rid of it, pulling his hands out forcefully, "Master..."

"Snapped!"

Both of them were stunned at the same time!

Seeing the disheveled and terrified Shen Li, Su Yiyu woke up suddenly, "Ah Li..."

He didn't care about the slapped left side of his face, he reached out his hand to brush away Shen Li's scattered hair in front of his face, but someone hid him.

"Master, little one, damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Looking at Shen Li who was kneeling on the bed and kept kowtow, Su Yiyu's mouth felt bitter. He had never encountered such a battle before. He thought it was enough for two people to know their intentions, but unexpectedly...

He stopped talking, ignored Shen Li's struggle and grabbed his wrist, and carefully tied the red rope around his white and slender wrist.

The originally smooth forehead was covered by the scattered hair in front of his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression.

"I told you, you don't have to be afraid of me!" Su Yiyu tied the red rope, turned over and got out of bed, left a sentence and then opened the door and walked into the snowy night.

Only Shen Li on the bed was left staring blankly at the red bean on his wrist.

"pat"

The sound was like a switch, and whimpers came from the room.

Red beans are born in southern China, and a few branches are born in spring.May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick.

He understands everything, he understands the young master, but he really doesn't want to be sent away, and he doesn't want to see the young master again in the future!

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From this day on, Su Yiyu seemed to be living in a military camp. Looking at the soldiers who were training passionately in the snow, Su Yiyu stood on the top of the wall with deep eyes, and his silence made the soldiers below tremble.

"What's wrong with you?" Gu San went to the commander's mansion only to find out that Su Yiyu hadn't been home for more than ten days. He stayed in the barracks all day, training recruits day and night. If he didn't like it, he would whip him. The title of Heisha God above his head is even more appropriate.

"No, why are you here when you are free? It really makes the barracks below flourish, and you are very welcome." Su Yiyu flicked his horsewhip twice casually, and said expressionlessly.

Gu San: "..." To be honest, with your paralyzed complexion and flat tone of voice, it's hard to see any signs of welcome.

He was curious: "Who messed with you?"

The former Young Marshal Su, although he had a bad temper, was still smiling all day long. Although he was always smiling, it was scary, but the smiling tiger suddenly stopped smiling, and his murderous look was even more frightening!

He was really curious, who made this King of Hades into such a state.

Unfortunately, Young Marshal Su was not in the mood to help him out at all. He lived in the barracks for the past few days, and he calmed down after venting his anger.

Recruits: Young commander, it turns out that we are all tool people!

At that time, he was dazed by Shen Li's resistance and harsh words. Now think about it, what kind of courage does a little bookboy who dare not speak loudly with him have the courage to reject him?

Is it handsome?

still......

He suddenly thought of the sneaky shadow that was following behind when he led Shen Li to go shopping that day. He originally thought that some enemy wanted to catch him, but now it seems...

Thinking of this, Su Yiyu grabbed the cloak next to him and left, ignoring Gu San who was confused behind him, turned over on the back of the horse, the cloak on his body fluttered in the cold wind, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Gu San: "..." What the hell am I doing?

Su Yiyu left in a hurry, and returned to the Marshal's Mansion without notifying anyone, just in time to meet Shen Li who was sweeping snow in the courtyard.

These servants are all sharp-eyed snobs. They used to be protected by Young Marshal Su, and no one else dared to let Shen Li do heavy work. Naturally, the people in the room showed disgust. In the cold weather, everyone else was huddled in a warm room, only Shen Li was alone, sweeping the snow alone, and he didn't even get a pair of gloves.

Looking at Shen Li's fingers that were frozen like carrots, Su Yiyu frowned, and helped Shen Li put on his gloves regardless of Shen Li's dodge.

During the back and forth between the two, Su Yiyu saw the redness on Shen Li's wrist.

In an instant, the mood that had been cloudy for several days suddenly cleared up like this. He held Shen Li's cold little face with both hands, squeezing the little book boy's mouth involuntarily.

"Sweeping leaves, I..."

Regardless of the little bookboy's struggle, Young Marshal Su directly covered his face and let him go until it was not so cold. He rubbed his head, "Go back, it's still going to snow today, and it won't hurt after sweeping." use."

"But..."

"Go back and help me turn on the stove in the house, I'm going to sleep at night."

When Marshal Su gave an order, the little book boy threw down the broom and ran away.

Seeing that thin body disappear in front of his eyes, Su Yiyu withdrew his gaze and headed towards the study.

"Are you willing to come back?" Marshal Su sat in front of the desk with a nonchalant expression on his face.

I really scolded this unfilial son in my heart. I had agreed to meet the daughter of the Liu family two days after returning home, but who knew that from the third day on, this kid would rush into the barracks and ignore anyone who called him. If he didn't take the initiative to come back today, he really planned to find someone to tie his cheap son back.

Su Dashuai thought arrogantly: This time, this kid has to apologize to him in order to talk to him in a good voice.

However, his wish is doomed to fail.

As soon as Su Yiyu entered the door, he didn't care about his father's sad eyes at all, and asked, "Did you ask someone to follow me a few days ago?"

What?

Dashuai Su looked blank, "Why should I ask someone to follow you?"

He's not a pervert, he doesn't have the habit of monitoring his son's eating and drinking.

Not handsome?

Su Yiyu lowered his head and thought, who is that?

Marshal Su next to him was also confused, "Who is following you?"

"Tell dad, dad..." Dad shot him dead for you.

The door of the house was not closed tightly, and gusts of cold wind blew in through the crack of the door, and his cheap son had long since disappeared.

Marshal Su: If it wasn't for me, it would be the only seedling, or it wouldn't be! ! ! !