Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

White plums are in full bloom, snowflakes are flying, and the north wind is blowing to wrinkle the beautiful and prosperous Shengjing City.

Vendors on both sides of the long street shouted loudly, and feather dusters swept away the snow covered in the stalls.

The young man standing in front of the stall looked back sideways. The stall owner looked at 'him' with a strange face and said with a smile: "That is the carriage of the Chi family. Mrs. Chi is about to go to practice medicine again."

"Young Madam Chi?" Her eyes were like stars and as clear as water, which easily aroused people's favor.

When "Mrs. Chi" was mentioned, the stall owner started talking, and was surprised that the younger generation had never heard of Mrs. Chi's reputation.

Looking at 'he' dressed in expensive white fur, and the jade ornaments on his waist are all valuable things, he didn't care, and he opened his mouth to praise the young lady like a fairy who rescued the suffering:

"...Let's talk about the Minzhou plague. It's too late for many people to hide, so the young lady volunteered to go to rescue the disaster.

"At first, those people in Tai Tai Hospital didn't believe her when they saw that she was a woman, so the young lady simply sat down and talked with others, and successfully made a group of people dumbfounded with her profound insights into the way of medicine and her wonderful skills of rejuvenation.

"Afterwards, she worked tirelessly all night to study the prescriptions, and saved countless lives. She was the first to contribute to the eradication of the plague in Minzhou.

"Capable, beautiful, affectionate and righteous, courageous..."

He smacked his lips: "The only fly in the ointment is that life is not very good."

"Huh? Why is life bad?"

The carriage passed by along the street, and Qing He, who was sitting in the carriage, was covered with light blue eyes and closed his eyes to rest.

The stall owner has been favored by the Chi family, so he can't talk about other people's sad things behind his back, so he changed his voice: "You young man, have you chosen which sugar man you want?"

The young man's attention was immediately diverted, and he turned around to worry about the eye-catching candy man: Do you want a candy rabbit or a candy cat?

She scratched her chin lightly: "I want this!"

……

Shengjing is so big, before the end of Zhuque Street, the sugar cat cat in her hand was licked off the whole head and half of the body, she left a mouth to eat to save trouble, and directly chewed the rest.

"Guest officer, the sour slice soup you want."

"It's work."

The shop clerk looked up and thought: I have never seen such a smiling Qiao Erlang.

The sour slice soup on the table was steaming happily in the winter. She grabbed the vinegar pot and poured it into the sea bowl, and added a lot of spicy peppers. The taste of the mouth seemed to be a bit off.

Barely hungry, she patted her stomach and got up to pay the bill.

After handing over a small piece of broken silver, the shopkeeper found her a lot of copper coins, and after calculating the account in her heart, she secretly clicked her tongue: The prices in the imperial capital are really cheap.

She walked on the street with an appearance of being ignorant of the world and not short of money, attracting many people's attention.

The good little sheep came into view, and the headmistress of [Love Like the Sea] went out to solicit business on a whim.

After being told by her, the young man stepped on the deerskin boots and entered the store, raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile: "Why, do you really have any treasures that you can't find with lanterns and only sell predestined people?"

"How can you say no? Come with me, guest officer."

Pushing open a door, various pictures of spring and palaces were hung on the wall. She clicked her tongue and stood with her hands behind her back, watching with relish.

"How is it? Would you like to buy a roll, sir?"

"No."

Seeing that 'he' was young and had sultry eyes, the hostess concluded early on that he was a passionate person.

Since you are passionate, how can you miss the matter of men and women?

Hearing 'he' say no, she smiled: "No this, there are others."

The boxy pocket wooden boxes were opened one by one.

"This is the latest fragrance tablet developed by us [Love Deep Like the Sea], it's called 'Love Fragrance', it's very different from those unscrupulous things outside, it's a good thing that only lovers who are in love with each other can use, special use On a woman."

"Why is this fragrance divided into men and women?"

The manager was amused by the words of 'him', laughed at the innocence of 'him', and talked with eloquence: "This incense is best used on the wedding night in the bridal chamber. A woman who breaks her body at the beginning of her life will inevitably suffer. If you can light this incense when you are in love, you will be in love with me." Desire is drawn out in the inside, and the spring water makes waves."

"So that's the case, I probably understand."

"Guest officer, come and see this again."

The stewardess dug out another exquisite wooden box, and carefully took out the white jade porcelain bottle inside.

"What's the point?"

"This, this is 'light cream', it's..." She cleared her throat, and said in a low voice, "It's used to moisten the girl's place..."

"Where?"

No matter how bold you are, you can't help but feel hot when you meet 'his' clear eyes. With an idea, you carefully select the next picture of the erotic palace from the opposite wall, and touch it with your fingertips.

Behind.

Her throat moved, amazed.

A delicate blush slowly appeared on the palm-sized face, and after a while, I realized that I had entered some kind of peach blossom land.

She stood there in a daze, her eyes fixed on the picture album, her heart was slightly hot.

The master said that she was seriously injured, and she faced life-and-death crisis several times from her injuries. She was finally rescued by her life. One time, she developed a high fever overnight and burned her brain, and she forgot many things.

When she woke up from the bamboo building three months ago, she forgot even her first and last name, the martial arts moves she had learned in her life, and the mission and responsibilities that rested on her shoulders.

The master and the great master Bo are people in the Taoist sect, and they pay attention to the natural law in their actions.According to the uncle's words, being alive is a blessing, it doesn't matter if you forget, you will always remember.

They thought they had forgotten all about it.

Actually, she still remembered.

I remember that she had a girl who loved to the bottom of her heart.

She often dreams of her, her sweetheart is sick and needs all kinds of sympathy, her body is often cold and needs to be hugged to warm him.

She kissed her in her dream, pampered the flowers and the moon, and crushed the bone-chilling cold.

Sometimes it was in the steaming pool, sometimes it was the ivory bed with the curtains down, it was her woman, she remembered.

She remembered that someone was waiting for her in Shengjing.

It's a pity that I forgot everything about my past for a while, and only remembered that person, but I still couldn't see her face clearly in my dream.

The manager didn't understand why 'him' became so depressed, so he softened his voice: "Sell it to you at a lower price, guest officer, do you want more?"

"How cheap?"

"'Qing Xiang' has four pieces in a box, 400 taels, 'Light Cream' is 600 taels, a total of 1000 taels, I'll charge you 90 taels, ten taels cheaper—"

"You are stealing money!"

……

A quarter of an hour later, the young man came out of the [Deep Love Like the Sea] shop cursing.

In his bosom, there are fragrant tablets and ointments bought with a lot of money, as well as spring and palace rolls as a thoughtful gift from the manager.

Snow fell from the sky and clung to her hair, she clutched her heart and thought: The prices in Shengjing are too high, no wonder Master gave her so many banknotes before leaving.

She shook her head, asked a passer-by to ask which street Qing Zhen Guo's General's Mansion was on, and walked through the wind and snow.

Halfway through the walk, she thought painfully: She doesn't even know what the face of her sweetheart looks like, so what is the trouble?

But thinking of the effect of the chief's pat on the chest and her promise, she curled her lips: I hope it is as good as she said.

Who doesn't want their women to suffer less.

She also wants to play with the tricks on the scroll, and if she doesn't like it, she will tear down the shop again!

……

After receiving the letter, Shen Yanen waited for that person to come to the door.

On the holiday, he deliberately turned over his friend's invitation and waited at home, and sat in the main hall for two quarters of an hour, waiting anxiously and afraid of further trouble, he simply moved to guard the gate of the general's mansion.

The butler stood with him on the steps under an umbrella.

The wind and snow are getting bigger and more charming.

Shen Yanen, who had never frowned when he was cut with a knife in a march, was so impatient this time that his mind was full of worry: "Could I go to the wrong door?"

"Should...won't it be?"

Is there anyone in Shengjing who doesn't know where the gate of the General Zhen Guo's mansion opens?Even if the young master doesn't know, he should be able to get there if he asks casually.

General Shen kept his face sullen and didn't speak, he looked at the passers-by without daring to blink his eyes -- how would he know what kind of appearance Chi Heng, who had passed from death to life, would return with?

Therefore, anyone who sees a young and handsome man will take a second look.

The general stared at the passing pedestrians like a god, and he stared at the timid people so much that he dared not pass by the gate of the general's mansion.

"General, general, look at that..."

Shen Yanen looked with frowning eyebrows at the handsome young man in white fur walking on the long street.

It was a face that was too young, with handsome eyes and sculpted eyebrows, a body as tall as jade, and a clean temperament that did not resemble the worldly people. It had black hair and red lips, and a fair face.

The north wind made the young man tug at his crooked collar, and she let out a long sigh of relief looking at the plaque on the general's mansion.

Seeing 'him' relieved, Shen Yanen's heart rose.

"The Mansion of General Zhen Guo..."

She rubbed her hands together, straightened her collar seriously, patted the erotic scroll on her chest, and stepped forward.

Looking directly at the handsome man in the purple robe, he is as motionless as a mountain with the vicious aura of crossing the battlefield, and then looking at the person standing beside him holding an umbrella, he is obviously dressed as a housekeeper.

Who can make a housekeeper accompany him respectfully?

She licked her lips and whispered, "Father?"

Suddenly being called "foster father" by a stranger, another person would probably have to laugh and call "good son" without being beaten.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yanen looked at her with trembling eyes for a long while, looking suspiciously at the other person's eyes, his expression was complicated: "Shen Wei?"

'Shen Wei' is a brand new identity arranged for her by her uncle - the adopted son of General Zhen Guo.

With the General's Mansion as the backer, she can guarantee that she will live a clear and safe life in Shengjing.

When the connection sign was matched, she smiled brightly: "Yes, I am Shen Wei."

……

separated by a wall.

Xue Ling dialed the golden abacus in the room.

[Hongchen Building]'s business is getting bigger and bigger, and she has nothing to do except refining medicine, and she has also taken over some shops of [Hongchen Building] in Beijing.

"The light cream is almost sold out again, tsk tsk tsk."

Fiddled with the abacus with her fingertips, picked up a pen and wrote down a series of numbers in the account book, Xue Ling couldn't hold back her attention: If Jiang Xi was willing to enter her from behind, she probably would be quite willing.

After the accounts were settled, she asked the maid who was waiting by her side: "Where is your young lady?"

"The young lady just came back."

Xue Ling put away the ledger and went out to find someone.

After Qinghe came back from his visit, he soaked in the hot spring pool for a quarter of an hour to wash away the wind, dust and cold from outside.

Bamboo Pine Hall, the aroma of tea refreshes the nose.

Listening to Xue Ling talking about another new medicine with her, her eyelids became heavy and she felt drowsy.

"Young Madam, General Shen is here."

'Shen Wei' walked behind the general in an orderly manner, feeling kind to this place for no reason.

Shen Yanen glanced at her, and hurriedly led her to his daughter to relieve the pain of lovesickness. Seeing her appearance of completely forgetting her past, she pointed out: "My daughter is the most gentle and kind."

Shen Wei nodded: "Okay. Foster father, I will be obedient and won't bully her."

"..."

The general's eyelids twitched, and he didn't know what to say.

Today when Mrs. Chi returned to her natal home, the master of the house was Qinghe. When she learned that her father was coming, she cheered up and went out to greet her.

Xue Ling was so lively, following her side.

Winter snow filled the courtyard, Shen Wei honestly treated him as a 'son', lowered his head, staring at the toes of his boots in a daze.

She was still wondering if the things she bought with so much money were worth—won't she be tricked by someone?

But there is no one to try this test, only a lonely family.She was very worried.

"Daughter pays respects to Daddy."

The soft voice hit her ears, she was startled, her heart missed a beat, and she raised her head in disbelief.

Shen Yanen took a step back knowingly, and Qinghe finally saw the young man in white fur and buckskin boots as he wished.

The young man's eyes are as clear as glass, smart and pure, staring blankly at the "married woman" almost impolitely, Xue Ling frowned secretly, Fang wanted to reprimand the younger generation for his recklessness, and was vigilant to find that the atmosphere was more sticky and ambiguous.

"Call someone." The general cherished words like gold.

Shen Wei glanced at Yi Yi's adoptive father, and smiled innocently in an instant: "Sister."

Qinghe stared at her eyes and face seriously, her heart throbbing wildly.

She looked at Daddy.

General Shen put his fist to his lips and cleared his cough: "Qinghe, this is the adopted son that father recognized outside."

"Yoshiko?"

Shen Wei listened to every word she uttered with her ears pricked up, only feeling her mind rippling like a spring breeze.

It's the voice.

It was the voice she only heard in her dreams.

She will never admit her mistake!

She clenched her fists tightly, holding back her heartbeat and wishing to hear a few more words from her to make sure.

During those years when the general was marching and fighting, he often adopted some orphans to raise them outside. Those who knew him well knew this.

Qing He's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she tilted her head to look at those bright and joyful eyes, and couldn't help thinking: But this is clearly my A Chi.

No matter how exquisite the disguise technique is, the eyes are the windows to the soul, if you can hide it from the world, how can you hide it from her?

Shen Wei stood there vigorously, couldn't help but straighten her waist, and couldn't wait to hear her say a few more words.

It seemed that this urgent emotion was leaking from his eyes, Qinghe couldn't bear her to wait, hesitantly said: "Ah, Brother?"

So everyone present saw that the young man's eyes were like stars, bursting out with dazzling brilliance.

Meeting her sparkling eyes, Shen Wei smiled shyly: No mistake, this is the girl who was happy in her dream, who stroked her head and called her "A Chi".

She peeked at the girl again, her heart fluttering—it turns out that the little girl who taught me to never forget looks like this.

I am her "Achi", then she must be my "Wanwan".

Thoughts welled up, the aftertaste of burning the knife burned in her throat joyously, and the affection was entangled from the apex of her heart little by little. With dry mouth and tongue, she whispered from the bottom of her heart: "Sister."