major general

Bunle, who is sleeping, is dreaming of combing someone else's hair.

Holding a comb, but the other party's hair is messy, no matter how you comb it, you can't comb it properly.Pulling hard made the other party hurt, and Fu Xiaoyu who was standing beside him glared at him.

I don't know how to do such fine work, why stare at me!

Wen Le woke up from the dream, his face smelled terrible.

Si Zhu waited for his young master to get up, looked at Wen Le's face, and said, "Master, didn't you say that today is a very festive day?"

Bunle rinsed his mouth with bamboo salt and let out a "hmm".

Then you still look so stinky.

Sizhu didn't dare to say this, so she opened the cabinet and began to look for clothes.

Bunle's clothes are more light-colored, mainly because he is young, and the family does not have a few dark-colored clothes.If you want to participate in other people's daughter's Jiji ceremony, it should be more appropriate to wear dark colors.

Most of Sizhu's body was almost buried in the box, and finally found a dark suit at the bottom of the box.The bottom is dark gray, and the outer shirt is covered with tie-dyed bamboo leaves.

Wen Le changed her clothes, looked at herself in the mirror, and asked, "You know the last time I wore purple clothes, Fu Xiaoyu said I looked like an eggplant, right?"

Sizhu: "?" Master Jijiu, I'm afraid you won't be able to chase people like you.

After persuading Wen Le at home for half an hour, Wen Le was willing to go out in that gray dress.

After walking to the door, Wen Le still felt a little silly in this outfit.

Fu Xiaoyu wouldn't look at him and say he looked like a big gray mouse.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was true, Bunle turned his head and wanted to go back to the house.

Ma Cheng waited for a long time, saw Wen Le's back, how could he let him go back, and shouted: "General Wen Le!"

Wen Le bit the bullet and turned around, seeing Ma Cheng and the familiar sedan chair with lotus leaf bags hanging from his kidneys.

Open the curtain and sit inside, two men sat in the narrow sedan chair.The bearers outside were not as useless as those of Wen Le's family, they walked very steadily.

Today, Fu Xiaoyu was wearing a dark red literati robe with a few lotus flowers embroidered on the hem for celebration.He raised his eyebrows to look at Wen Le, and saw Wen Le turned his head away with a stinky face.

"What's the matter, who provoked you this morning?"

Wen Le remembered the person staring at him in the dream, and said viciously: "I don't know how to comb my hair, and you still rely on me!"

Fu Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows inexplicably, and said, "Who's depending on you?"

"you!"

"I didn't rely on you."

"You blamed me in your dream! You still stare at me, and you still think I'm dressed like a big purple eggplant!"

Fu Xiaoyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she shook her head and said, "This is what you dream about?"

The more Wen Le thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. She wanted to go to Granny Zhuang to study for a long time, and then asked Zi Lin to buy her face.

Fu Xiaoyu looked at his pouting mouth, almost hung up the oil pot, couldn't help but put his arms around him, and asked: "I dreamed about you, but that's not it."

Wen Le turned to look at him, becoming interested, and asked, "What did you dream about?"

Fu Xiaoyu leaned over to Wenle's ear and said a few words.

Wen Le's face became more and more red, and she pushed Fu Xiaoyu away, saying, "You, why are you thinking about that!"

The sedan chair was made crooked by the fight between the two, and the bearers stabilized it with considerable experience.

Ma Cheng was walking beside this crooked sedan chair, watching the people coming and going, envious of those girls who went out with veils for the first time.

shame.

Ashamed.

The sedan chair staggered and arrived in the outer suburbs.

The air on the road was fresh, it was getting cold in late autumn, and the weeds outside were covered with frost.There are not many officials and Taoists coming and going, and this place can be regarded as a wilderness.

Wen Le lifted the curtain of the window to look out, and said, "Why does the lady from the Fu residence live here?"

Ma Cheng took a look inside the sedan chair, thinking that if someone else said so, Fu Xiaoyu might poke his lung tube.

Fu Xiaoyu inside was not angry, and simply said a few words about the situation at home.

Outside, Ma Cheng raised his eyebrows, thinking that his master really regarded this young general Wen as his own, and he would not hide anything from him.

It took less than half an hour to arrive, and the bearers were not allowed to go in, so they had to wait outside.

The house entered twice and exited twice, and it was slightly decorated.

Fu Xiaoyu looked at the red silks with a frown, and said to the person who came out, "Where the hell are you going to pick up the bride?"

He He blinked and said, "Didn't you say you want to be more festive?"

Ma Cheng hurriedly asked someone to tear up the red silk, and Jiji meant that he could marry as an adult, and he knew that Fu Xiaoyu was jealous of this matter, so he rushed to make people unhappy.

He He didn't have the brain to feel that he was wrong, so he tilted his head to look at the people around Fu Xiaoyu.

The dark gray round-neck gown is the most popular way of wearing Jinlin's young gentlemen recently. It can not only show the proportion of the waist, but also see the smooth and beautiful neck.

That young gentleman is really handsome, with a youthful heroism, clean and handsome, like a sunflower blooming in summer, making people feel comfortable just looking at it.

"That's the young mistress?"

Ma Cheng wanted to sew He He's mouth shut, for fear that Wen Le, who practiced martial arts, would hear this name.

Fortunately, Wen Le's eyes are full of sister Fu Xiaoyu who is about to meet, and she has no time to listen to other things.

Fu Xiaoyu was not nervous, after hearing Hehe's question, she turned her head and glanced at Wenle.

young lady.

For the first time, he found this title touching.

After thinking about it, he stared at the eye box warningly, and silently said——

Tube, good, you, of, mouth.

He He immediately covered his mouth and hid behind Ma Cheng, not daring to show his hair.

The yard is not big, but it is very well decorated.

Fu Xiaoyu led Wen Le into the house, it was the first time to enter the boudoir girl's room, Wen Le still hesitated.Seeing Fu Xiaoyu generously waiting for him to calm down, he took a deep breath and stepped into the room first.

His major general is polite and sensible.

How could anyone not like him?

"Brother! You're here!" Fu Che ran out of the house, just about to hang on Fu Xiaoyu's body, when he saw Wen Le next to him, he quickly slowed down his pace, and suddenly changed his striding forward posture to his daughter's OK.

Wen Le looked at Fu Che. He didn't wear a veil. He didn't look like Fu Xiaoyu, but he looked delicate and elegant.

"In Wenxiale, he is a student of Fu Xiaoyu, the master of wine. He has an official position, so combing a girl's hair is not a low position. It's just that she has not married a wife, has no children, and is not a double blessing. I hope the girl doesn't mind."

After listening to Wen Le's words, Fu Che took a look at Fu Xiaoyu: sister-in-law is very serious.

Fu Xiaoyu blinked: It's just pretending.

Fu Che smiled and took Wen Le's hand, not at all like a boudoir girl, and said, "I heard from my brother, today I have to thank the major general for combing Che'er's hair."

Wen Le was held so stiff that half of her body was stiff, so she could only enter the house at her pace with her legs crossed, waiting for the auspicious time to arrive.

When the auspicious time came, Fu Che worshiped his mother's memorial tablet and sat on a stool.

Wen Le, who was behind him, was holding the headband bought by Zi Lin, and there were three combs, one hairpin and one forehead decoration.There are three combs, one for the hairpin, one for marriage, and the other for grooming after death.

Three combs run through a woman's life.

Fu Xiaoyu on the side was also a little nervous, but when Wen Le shook his hands and looked up at him, he was inexplicably relieved, and said with a smile, "Come on, Che'er has a solid skin, and she doesn't fear pain."

Fu Che gave him a haughty look and said, "Brother!"

Bunle also relaxed a lot, the hair in his hands was well maintained, not as messy as in the dream.After combing her hair, Wen Le tied her hair in a bun, and put on the Bu Yao hairpin and forehead ornaments together.

It took only two sticks of incense, but Wen Le's back was sweating.

Women's Jiji is equivalent to men's Jiguan.It is a sign of adulthood, which means that the daughter can get married, marry and be a woman, and bear children for others.

Fu Xiaoyu reached out and patted Fu Che's shoulder, causing Fu Che's eyes to turn red. He suppressed a smile and said, "Brother, I will accompany you for two years before getting married, so don't make me cry at this time. .”

Fu Xiaoyu helped Bu Yao up for her, and said: "You have to be an old lady with me."

Fu Che wiped his eyes and said, "An old lady is an old lady, I will stay with you."

"Okay, brother will add more dowry to you then, let's recruit a door-to-door son-in-law, if he dares to bully you, I will let He He tear him apart."

He He, who was just moved, heard his name and said: "Why do you come here and shout for murder? Master, I have to get married too!"

Fu Xiaoyu glanced at her and said, "You. You can marry a horse and let us sell it ourselves."

Ma Cheng stepped back quickly and said, "Master, don't make such a joke, it's scary."

"What's wrong, won't you feel wronged by marrying me?"

The two went out arguing, and the atmosphere turned slightly.

Fu Che put on new clothes and light makeup, and said, "Are you hungry? Does the Major General have any taboos?"

Wen Le lost his mind for a moment, said "ah", and heard Fu Xiaoyu say: "I'm hungry. Wen Le doesn't pick anything, he likes sweet things."

"Okay, I'm going to cook now, just wait!"

As he said that, he left in a hurry with his beautiful skirt.

Wen Le stared wide-eyed and said, "She, she is Miss."

"What's wrong, miss." Fu Xiaoyu said, pulling him to sit down in the hall, and said, "Che'er grew up in the countryside, and no one taught her, but she has a kind heart and a good temper. She cooks well , you don't want to try the craft?"

Bunle pursed her lips, and her desire to talk temporarily occupied the peak of reason.

I waited until it was getting dark before rushing home.

Wenle's stomach was so full that he leaned on the sedan chair and hiccupped.

Fu Che's culinary skills are beyond words, the sweet and sour pork ribs are so delicious, he wished she could make another one and take it home for supper at night.

Fu Xiaoyu looked at Wen Le's appearance, smiled and pulled him to his side, stretched out his hand to rub his belly, and said, "Don't drink the last bowl of soup, Che'er loves to persuade when cooking, and she persuades people to drink. , for fear that others will not have enough to eat."

Wen Le was sleepy from being rubbed, and muttered, "That's your sister, not to mention the food is delicious..."

Fu Xiaoyu reflexively blocked the latter sentence.

Yes, it was because she was his sister that Bunle looked at her high.

Fu Xiaoyu wished she could crush the person in her arms and swallow them, she endured it for a while with red eyes, seeing Wen Le was sleepy, so she restrained herself and sucked on the other person's forehead.

When he came back before the city gate closed, Wen Le fell asleep directly on it.

At the south of the city first, the bearers thought about letting Fu Xiaoyu go back first, and then they sent Wen Le back to Zhen Guo Mansion, Ma Cheng beside him shook his head.

His young master just wished he could hug him in that sedan chair for a while longer.

The sedan chair changed lanes, but Fu Xiaoyu heard Wu Moxiang's voice sharply.

He didn't want to disturb Wen Le's cleanliness, so he took off his outer shirt to cover him, got off the sedan chair first, and asked, "What is Auntie doing? Blocking the door to prevent Yu from going home?"

Wu Moxiang hugged her shoulders, she was in charge of the whole house, without Fu Sheng, she would not care about Fu Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu is back? Where did he go? Did he spend Jiji with your sister? I also pity that girl. The actor's mother was sold by the master when she was born. I grew up in the mountains. It was hard for me to reach Ji, and there was no adult at home." Wu Moxiang said, covering her mouth and smiling.

Fu Xiaoyu clenched her fists tightly, but she still had a smile on her face. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a lazy question from the sedan chair——

"The step-wife dares to yell outside the mansion with the eldest son. So this is the tutor of Fu's mansion?"

Wu Moxiang looked at Wen Le who came out, with a handsome appearance and a slender figure, her face turned pale in an instant.

The author says:

Wu Neng killed the Xiongnu on the battlefield, Wen Neng's stepmother in the house, Wen Le, Major General of Zhen Guofu, you deserve it.