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

In the warm room to the west, mist rose from the burning censer. The handsome wife was sitting on a soft couch, holding a cup of tea in her hand, feeling the gentle beating of the servant girl on her legs, very comfortable.

However, this quiet and comfortable atmosphere was suddenly broken with the arrival of Su Yiyu.

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and the cold wind with snowflakes was poured in, carrying the bitterness of winter, making the people in the room shiver uncontrollably.

"What's the matter? You're in a panic, what happened?" Seeing the son who didn't even have time to take off his cloak, the lady hurried forward to help him pat the snowflakes off his body.

But Su Yiyu stopped his movements, and a pair of obsidian-like eyes looked over, making the madam startled, "What's wrong? Looking at me like this?"

"Mom, is there something you are hiding from me?"

Su Yiyu's tone was indifferent, and she didn't mean to question, but the wife was a little guilty, and immediately avoided her son's probing eyes,

"What can I hide from you? I usually embroider and watch plays. My life is so leisurely. I don't see you coming to accompany your poor mother."

"Mother, what are you talking about?" Su Yiyu replied, pretending to be unintentional, her eyes turned around the room, and she caught a glimpse of a person in the corner who was lowering her head and trying to reduce her sense of existence. She felt a little certain in her heart. go to that person,

"This person looks familiar!"

His movement was so sudden that before anyone could react, the servant had already been grabbed by the collar.

Looking at the terrified eyes of the man under his hands, a trace of sarcasm flashed in Su Yiyu's eyes, and he lost the filial piety of mother and son in the past, with an unpredictable smile on the corner of his mouth, "I don't know, mother is so kind to her son." Caring, caring so much that I want to grasp my son's every move!"

"What nonsense!" Seeing that the matter came to light, Madam no longer concealed it, she also wanted to have a good talk with her son at the moment, thinking of the servant with her ears stunned, she waved her hand to let the idlers back down.

"Wait!"

Following Young Marshal Su's light order, the servants who were in a hurry to escape stopped their legs and feet, buried their heads extremely low, wishing they could find a crack in the ground and get in.

In the fear of the servants, Young Marshal Su touched the gun pinned to his waist with his slender fingers, expressionless,

"You are all old people in the house, but you know what to say and hold back. If you hear what happened today from other people, don't blame the gun on the master. You want to see blood."

He was already quite frightened, but as soon as Young Marshal Su's threatening words came out, he fell to his knees with a plop, and the room was filled with noisy begging for mercy.

Or Madam couldn't stand it anymore, she frowned and kicked him out.

When she closed the door herself, she turned around and saw that her soft couch had been taken by someone. The man took off his hat unknowingly, and gently wiped the badge on the hat with his neatly trimmed fingertips, his eyes drooping. It's confusing.

Neither of them wanted to speak first, but in the end the madam couldn't bear the weird atmosphere in the room, and coughed lightly, "Since you know that I intend to stop you, you should put an end to that abnormal idea!"

"unusual?"

Su Yiyu sneered, "According to my mother, what is considered normal?"

"Of course..."

"Naturally, be obedient and obedient, marry a wife and have children, honor your ancestors, and extend the descendants of the Su family. Tell me, is your son right?"

Normally, the madam doesn't want to listen to other people's words, and when it's her turn to be interrupted, she loses her senses for a moment, but she doesn't want her son to be at a disadvantage, she brushes her fingers over her temples, calm and calm, "That's the reason, then The reporter said, just a servant, is it worth losing your reputation for so many years?"

Seeing that Su Yiyu just lowered her head and rubbed her hat without speaking, she added: "Listen to what mother said, I will meet Miss Liu tomorrow. Mother has met her, she is obedient and pleasing to the eye, and she is a good match when married..."

Su Yiyu was sitting on the soft couch, under the dim candlelight, his expression was blurred, he heard the persuasion from the handsome wife, his thumb suddenly hurt, and when he raised his hand, he found a cut on it.

The wound was quite deep, and even the badge was stained with some blood. Su Yiyu held his finger in his arms indifferently, feeling the bloody smell that suddenly spread from his mouth, and his black eyes were like a bottomless deep cold pool.

Judging from what happened, Su Yiyu's own hot head is of no use. It is the little book boy's own slavishness that is causing the chaos, although his mother is partly responsible for stopping the relationship between the two.

He likes himself.

But this liking, in front of the master, in the face of identity, in the face of orders, will not make him resist at all.

Thinking of the reality that class power dominates, Su Yiyu suddenly felt powerless.

How should he let Shen Li face his feelings and take the last step after he has taken 99 steps?

Madam talked for a long time, her mouth was already parched, she took a sip from the teacup to moisten her throat, "Listen to Mother's persuasion, Mother is doing it for your own good!"

All for his own good?

"That's really hard work for your son!" It was getting late, and listening to the howling wind outside, I was afraid that there would be another heavy snowfall.

Su Yiyu thought of the little book boy who ran to light the stove, moved his fingers slightly, put on the general hat with his backhand, smiled slightly at the handsome wife, and immediately recovered,

"I remember when I first came back, I said that my marriage is my own decision, and my father should not even try to control me. Then mother, do you think that after a few years, you will not count on your son?"

There was a lot of snow outside, and a fragile red plum finally couldn't stand the gradually deepening snow, broke from the tree and fell to the ground. After a while, the blush was covered by the white snow.

The candlelight in the room flickered non-stop due to the cold wind that slipped in through the window, the young commander saluted his wife, turned around and stepped out of the room.

The remaining lady stood there blankly, her own son's words echoed in her mind: "Since mother doesn't care about father's every move, it's better not to be partial to my son."

She suddenly staggered a few steps, and held onto the table next to her to stabilize her body. Because of the fright, the fingers holding the edge of the table turned blue and white, and her glass-colored pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

So, should she have no status in the Marshal's mansion? !

Su Yiyu didn't know that his words blackened an NPC in the play, and he plunged into the wind and snow and headed towards the east room, but the sky didn't follow his wishes, and he happened to be kidnapped and trained by the handsome man who was waiting at the entrance of the yard a meal.

After being criticized, but because of the tight situation in the central city recently, he was dragged by the general to discuss with the adjutant until midnight. When he was released and returned to his room, the little book boy had already fallen asleep lying on the table .

Su Yiyu lightly took off his snow-covered cloak, just about to walk over, but was afraid that the cold on his body would freeze him, so after thinking about it for a while, he decided to sit aside and watch the little book boy's peaceful sleeping face fall into a trance. meditation.

Thinking about how to take the next road, I emptied myself unconsciously.

"Master, you are back!"

A soft, sleepy voice sounded in his ears, pulling back Su Yiyu's deeper and deeper thoughts.

When he turned around, he saw the little book boy rubbing his sleepy eyes, the corners of which were still full of tears from just waking up.

"Don't come over!" Seeing that Shen Li got up and was about to walk towards him, he hurriedly stopped him.

He was afraid that the chill on his body would freeze Shen Li, but the eagerness of his words made Shen Li think that the young commander would not let him get close.

Immediately stopped at the same place, hesitating, not daring to move.

"I'm cold, you just woke up or don't come here." Seeing his face, Su Yiyu knew that he had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained.

"Then, Ah Li will leave first." Thinking of his wife's advice, Shen Li bowed and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Su Yiyu called to stop the person who came to the door, rubbing her aching temple, "Rest here, it's snowing outside, and your room isn't warm."

"Can..."

"Why, you didn't listen to what the young master said!" Su Yiyu looked at Shen Li who was frozen at the door, and sighed softly, "Don't worry, I won't move you, I will rest on the soft couch."

Originally, Shen Li was not willing, but once Su Yiyu said this, he stopped leaving and began to fight to sleep on the couch outside, but was finally suppressed by Su Yiyu with force, forcefully stuffing him into the bed.

After the person obediently lay still, Su Yiyu extinguished the candle and lay down on the soft couch with all her clothes on.

It was quiet in the dark room, and both of them had their eyes open without a trace of sleepiness.

Su Yiyu looked at the wooden beams on the roof, coughed twice, breaking the silence of the room, he tentatively asked, "A Li, if you get married, would you be happy for me?"

The person on the other side of the bed didn't reply immediately, and was as quiet as if he had fallen asleep, but Su Yiyu heard the sudden rapid breathing over there, and knew that the person lying down was still asleep.

He waited for a long time before the little bookboy's voice came from the side of the bed, a little hoarse and trembling, "What are you talking about, the young master, the young master has a family and a career, A Li is really happy for the young master."

"What about yourself? Are you happy?"

The heavy snow outside the house was still falling non-stop, but the howling cold wind was much smaller.

The little book boy's voice came mixed with wind and snow, "A Li, you are naturally happy!"

After the answer came out, both of them stopped talking, Shen Li didn't know how he fell asleep, he only knew that when he opened his eyes again, it was already daylight, and there was no one on the soft couch outside.

He put on his clothes and went out, only to find that the snow had stopped, and on the white snow on the ground, there was only a string of footprints leading directly to the door.

There must be something urgent.He thought so.

"Shen Li, why are you still standing here, hurry up and help sweep the snow, Miss Liu will come over later!"

Miss Liu?

Shen Li was stunned.

Conversation from last night comes to mind:

--A Li, if I get married...

--A Li is naturally happy.

The amber eyes had lost the aura of the past, they were as gray as if separated by a layer of mist, and blood was already stained on the lower lip at some point.

Yes, he should have been happy.

He must be happy!