major general

Sheng Xia couldn't bear it at first, she tilted her head and smiled, just like that summer, warm and beautiful.

Wen Le didn't realize that something was wrong, so he copied a pen and added a lot to the gift list.

Fu Xiaoyu took a look at Ma Cheng, who immediately dragged Sizhu out, Sheng Xia followed closely behind, Wen Le and Fu Xiaoyu were left in the room after a while.

When the people finished walking, Fu Xiaoyu didn't care about anything else, put Wen Le on her lap, hugged his narrow waist from behind, kissed his neck, and said: "Have you seen the dowry I brought? "

Bunle stopped the pen in his hand, recalling it carefully.

At that time, he was both nervous and excited, all eyes were on Fu Xiaoyu's place, and he couldn't remember how much the Fu family's dowry was carried to Zhen Guo Mansion.

Looking at his confused face, Fu Xiaoyu knew that he had forgotten. She held Wen Le's hand with a smile, and moved the writing brush to the door-return ceremony on the top row, sliding away the number and adding a stroke.

Wen Le stared wide-eyed and said, "So few?"

"Since I became an official, the Fu family has intentionally removed me from the position of inheritance. This time I married into the Zhen Guo Mansion, which made the Fu family's ancestors at the ancestral house very angry. This dowry is a stumbling block for me. If you are greedy for Fu's family wealth, you should be very angry at this moment."

Wen Le looked at him like a fool, pointed to his face, and said, "Do you know how many years the surname Wen goes up?"

The Wen family is a generation of heroes, not to mention family wealth, counting up, there are quite a few ancestors with titles.There is not much wealth that can be embezzled in the mansion, but there are countless shops, houses, fields and hills.

Fu Xiaoyu was delighted to see his taunting appearance, took a bite on that cheek, and said: "The Fu family's ancestral house is on the south bank, and there is no other branch except my father and grandma in Jinlin. Those who are far away from Jinlin are short-sighted. Naturally, they didn't know that the three words "Zhen Guo Fu" already represented a height that they could never reach in their lifetime."

Wen Le was very comfortable being praised by Fu Xiaoyu, and she was no longer angry at him for biting her cheek.

The two are newlyweds, and they don't feel ashamed to hug each other.

Fu Xiaoyu hooked the red thread on Wenle's neck, brought out the jade wrench, and said, "Nan'an and Jinlin complement each other, but they are far away from each other. No matter how long Zu Jun's hand is, it can't reach me. Grandma's spirit Short, I don’t care about things, my father dotes on his concubine and kills his wife, he is dull and afraid of difficulties. Fu Guang is still young, but his mother Wu Moxiang has returned to the ancestral house to accompany the Qingdeng ancient Buddha, and lost her mother’s support. There is no one in Fu’s house except me Can hold up."

Far away on the south bank, I want to intervene in Jinlin.

Don't weigh your own identity, relatives who are out of reach.

Wen Le listened to the old affairs of the Fu family for a while, and after a while, he sat up straight with his head propped up, and asked, "Then what does this have to do with our return ceremony?"

Fu Xiaoyu smiled and said: "The Zhen Guo Mansion is my home now, so naturally I won't give away my things to others for nothing."

Bunle muttered, didn't know if he understood or didn't understand, in short, he didn't want to use his brain.

The young man was greedy, sitting in Fu Xiaoyu's arms, smelling the smell of herbal medicine that lingered on Fu Xiaoyu's body after taking a bath last night, and seeing the red marks that could not be covered by the narrow collar, his ears became more and more red.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Fu Xiaoyu pressed her hand on her waist, and felt Wen Le's trembling.

Thinking about it carefully, Fu Xiaoyu hooked Wen Le to prevent him from moving around, but slowly moved his hands along the robe.

Wen Le didn't want to Xuan Yin in the daytime, but couldn't resist Fu Xiaoyu's offensive, so she sat obediently on him, spread her legs, and let Fu Xiaoyu play with him.

After three days, on the day of returning home, Wen Le asked Si Zhu to give some instructions, and when she turned her head, she saw Fu Xiaoyu standing hunched over the table painting.

The bloody weapon racks in the room had been cleaned up long ago, and Wen Le was also afraid that these things would scare Fu Xiaoyu, so he stuffed all the hidden weapons and knives into the drawers.

The weapon rack is replaced by a bookshelf, and the sandbag is replaced by a painting bucket.

The flowers in the vase are often changed, and there is a faint fragrance of flowers and plants floating every moment.

Wen Le stood beside Fu Xiaoyu with her chin resting on her cheeks. Fu Xiaoyu painted an orchid with dense and beautiful leaves, but only an orchid bud was embedded in the middle.

Fu Xiaoyu then drew a colorful butterfly resting on a flower bud, with beautiful and lifelike patterns on its wings.

Wen Le couldn't help laughing, and said, "The flowers haven't bloomed yet, how can we attract colorful butterflies?"

Fu Xiaoyu put down the pen, printed her personal seal on the right side, and said, "You haven't grown up yet, so you also fascinate me to death?"

Si Zhu, who had just entered the room and was about to call the two of them back, stepped in and heard this sentence, turned her head and walked out, without stopping a step.

Sizhu: My ears are dirty.

Wen Le's ears were reddened by his words, and after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't think of a way to deal with it.

Fu Xiaoyu clasped his chin and lifted it up, looked at the other party's eyes as clear as a spring, and said in a low voice: "Grow up quickly, Madam can't wait."

Wen Le finally couldn't help it anymore, pulled Fu Xiaoyu's hand away, pushed him to sit on the desk, and leaned forward to bite his lip.

Since their marriage, the two have kissed more times than all previous combined.

Wen Le especially likes the smell of tea in Fu Xiaoyu's mouth. Even though the other party drinks the same tea as her, she always feels that Fu Xiaoyu's mouth tastes more fragrant.

Tongue base, teeth, palate.

Bunraku is like a thirsty traveler, asking for it without limit.

Fu Xiaoyu wanted to laugh, but she was afraid of offending Wen Le, so she could only open her mouth obediently, trying to appease Wen Le's panic with obedient movements.

The lips were pursed a little red.

Wen Le refused to admit that it was done by himself, took another bite on that thin lip, and blamed Fu Xiaoyu, saying: "Who asked you to recruit me."

Fu Xiaoyu licked her lips, her mouth seemed to be broken, and with a bloody smell, she said with a smile: "Next time I change my husband, the concubine will definitely serve him comfortably."

Wen Le hummed twice, being coaxed into comfort.

The two of them did not ride a horse, but sat in a sedan chair, talking and eating melon seeds.

Tomorrow Wenle will enter the palace to accompany her to study, and Fu Xiaoyu will also end her comfortable vacation time and return to the Imperial College.

But they are all in the palace, which is nothing more than the difference between the harem and the previous dynasty.

As Wen Le was talking, he suddenly straightened up and said, "It's broken, I haven't finished my homework yet!"

Fu Xiaoyu got up early in the morning, a little drowsy, hugged him and said, "Give me the book."

Sure enough, the master will never feel the pain of the students.

Wen Le hummed, thinking that Si Zhu and Ma Cheng would write for him at night.

The street was very noisy, as expected of the capital of the Southern Dynasties, it was even more lively than the city that never sleeps.

"Hey, who is going back to the door, pulling such old things?"

"Didn't you see the general emblem in front, it belongs to the Zhen Guo Mansion!"

"Zhen Guo Mansion? Oh oh, the young general who married Lord Jijiu a few days ago, right?"

"That's right, look at this gift, it's nothing more than a match made in heaven."

The more Fu Xiaoyu heard it, the more wrong it became, but it was nothing more than ten beautiful brocades and eight pearls and jades. Now the common people are blinded by flattery?

The drowsiness gradually dissipated, Fu Xiaoyu let go of Wen Le's arms, lifted the bamboo curtain, and looked sideways.

Good guy, except for the first eighteen lifts that are his own, the last string is not at all.

Fu Xiaoyu frowned and counted, but she couldn't count.The sedan chair led the door-returning ceremony at the back and turned a corner. It turned out to be the corner at the end of the street, and the door-returning ceremony was not finished yet.

Co-author said so much bullshit a few days ago.

Fu Xiaoyu looked back at Wen Le, Wen Le felt more guilty than not having done his homework, subconsciously sat up straight, and said, "You, don't be angry."

Fu Xiaoyu didn't speak.

Wen Le touched his wrist, and said: "When my mother married into Zhen Guo Mansion, she had a lot of red makeup. It's a good story. People still talk about the grand occasion at that time. I know what you mean. Ci, the old lady has nothing to worry about, the Fu mansion is your world, you just don't want to cause more trouble to the Zhen Guo mansion.

"But, but we are a family. After drinking the tea, sister Zilin has left all the internal affairs to you. Then we shouldn't, shouldn't be as outsiders as before. This move The ones you carried were not items from the Zhenguo Mansion, but from my mother's farm and shop, which I had been saving for my marriage. Now that these things have returned to the Fu Mansion, they can be regarded as a gift from my mother to your daughter-in-law.

"I'm a husband, and the sky is falling. I only need to go back to the door once. It's not the sky falling. I will never let you be wronged."

There was a lot of noise outside, and they were still talking about how grand the return ceremony of the Zhen Guo Mansion was. The last time he was so grandiose and extravagant was when Wen Le's mother returned home.

Now it's changed to the younger generation, but it's still the same.

The story of Wen Le's mother has been spread for more than ten years, and the daughters of the boudoir are all envious of that honor.

Now Wenle is even better than what his father did.

The sedan chair was parked outside Fu's mansion, Ma Cheng asked the bearer to lift the curtain, and said, "Master, Major General, we have arrived."

There was no movement in the sedan chair, it took a while for Fu Xiaoyu to come out.

Ma Cheng thought that the two had quarreled, looked at Fu Xiaoyu's face, and saw that the other's eyes were slightly red, and quickly lowered his head.

Good guy, are you going to make peace just after returning home?

The major general also came out behind him.

Fu Xiaoyu held Wen Le's wrist and said, "Let's go see grandma first."

Seeing the two leaving hand in hand, Ma Cheng heaved a sigh of relief.

It's not as good as reconciliation, it's not as good as reconciliation.

The Fu family has a big business, and this house is even more so. It seems that the four characters "My family is rich" are written in every corner of the house.

Girls and boys are all smart and beautiful. When they saw Fu Xiaoyu, they still called them Young Master, but when they saw Wen Le, they changed their name from Major General to Young Master.

It was the first time for Wen Le to be called that, and she raised her eyebrows comfortably.

Mrs. Fu has been waiting for someone to come back a long time ago. Fu Xiaoyu has her own courtyard and is also withdrawn, so she doesn't often live in Fu's residence.But in the end it was her own grandson, Mrs. Fu still waited a little anxiously for her return.

Fu Shengda was picked up from Meiji's bed by Mrs. Fu early in the morning, and scolded for a while, and now he is still holding back his fire, so he took a sip of hot tea to relax.

"Madam, the young master and uncle are back."

"Let them in quickly." Mrs. Fu quickly sat up straighter, caught a glimpse of Fu Sheng's sitting posture next to her, and smashed him on the leg with a walking stick, cursing, "I don't care how you usually are, Xiaoyu brought the major general back to the door , give me some energy."

There was a big screen next to it, and Fu Che and Wu Ying sat inside, poking around.

Logically speaking, elder brother and sister-in-law should not avoid suspicion, but who made his elder brother marry out?No matter how close the major general is, he is also a foreigner, so it's not nice to say it.

Fu Che squeezed He He's hand nervously. The last time she met the Major General was when she was combing her hair, and she didn't see her much later to avoid suspicion.

What if this major general treats his brother badly?

Seeing Fu Che's nervous look, Hehe touched his nose.

According to Fu Xiaoyu's temperament, whoever can make him bad, he can cut the opponent's skin alive.

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