All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Although the summer is hot, fortunately, there are many fruits that can be eaten. Put the freshly washed fruits in the dishes, and the water is good. Cen Simiao sent people to send all the delicious food here, most of which came to Yang Fuqing's mouth.

In addition, on weekdays, the snack is not left, and it is especially sweet when eating.

After a few months, the weather gradually became cooler and the sun was not so spicy. When I got up in the morning, I felt a little cold.

Yang Fuqing was finally raised, not as thin as before, with some meat on his cheeks, his eyes were still dark, and sometimes hesitated, wondering what he was thinking, but fortunately, he had a lot of energy in his eyes.

Cen Simiao invited the teacher to teach and let Yang Fuqing study. The man in the backyard was inconvenient to enter and exit, so he set up a study room in the front hall, where Yang Fuqing learned daily from his husband.

This is the first time today.

Yang Fuqing stood on the ground and fastened the buttons of his clothes. He couldn't see the neckline. He had to hold his head to reach his hands. He frowned hard, his eyes narrowed down, and looked particularly fun.

Cen Simiao walked over, patted his hands away, squatted down, and the sarong fell on the ground. Yang Fuqing subconsciously held the sarong, but she was one step too late, anxious than her: Dirt! "

The button didn't care about the tie either, and the calf was anxious.

She looked down at the skirt with her eyes down, and the ground was cleaned every day. This morning, the girls have just cleaned the ground, where is the dirt. Yang Fuqing kept making noises, let her get up quickly, Cen Simiao reached out and held him: "Don't move."

She frowned, and her patience decreased a bit. Yang Fuqing noticed it, her lips were tight, and her face was unhappy. Cen Simao carefully tied the buttons, then smoothed the folds at the neckline, and bent her eyes: "Let's go."

Yang Fuqing carefully patted her skirt with her hands, and her frown frowned. Cen Simiao was especially wondering, when did this child love to be so clean.

He looked at Cen Simiao, and squinted at the door again, without moving for a long time. Cen Simao wondered, and urged again. He responded, took a small step forward, and stopped.

She whispered, "What are you grinding? Come on."

Yang Fuqing looked up at her, took two steps with her lips pursed, and walked to the door without moving. There he dangled his horns and bowed his head, without saying a word.

Cen Simiao frowned, looked at him for a while, understood it, and laughed: "Are you afraid of being scolded by your husband?"

He looked up and snorted.

A smile flashed in Cen Simiao's eyes: "Then you just don't want to leave me? You are so timid."

Yang Fuqing was anxious: "Who said it!"

She raised her chin and pointed at the door: "Then you're leaving."

The sound of footsteps was particularly loud. He was very irritable, raised his legs and landed on it fiercely, and stepped on the bluestone slab on the ground. His expression looked very angry.

Cen Simiao gave another sweet date behind him: "Rest assured, I'll wait for you here."

He lifted his legs stiff and fell down again, snorting coldly: "I don't need you to wait."

Then Cen Simiao heard the footsteps much quieter.

In the past few months, she not only made Yang Fuqing fat, her money bag also became bulging. Cen Simiao found a few trusted relatives of her family and used the money to do some business and made a lot of money.

She saved all of this, and she still ca n’t use it now. When Yang Fuqing grows up, if he really has the idea of ​​becoming an emperor himself, there is no need to worry about silver.

Today, this dynasty is really not peace. Bianguan fought all year round. The treasury is also very empty. There are many rebels, but it lacks a leader.

There was no sullen air in the room for a while, but it was a little bit cold. Cen Simiao asked the clerk to close the door, and then leaned back on the couch.

I did it a few days ago and had two sleeves left unstitched. She was a little annoyed and just stayed still. The girl stood beside, seeing Cen Simiao staring at the dress, and asked tentatively, "I'll bring it for you?"

Cen Smiao rubbed her forehead, and now she was struggling to attack, she really didn't want to move. The eyelashes drooped down, seeming to be thinking about things, and when they looked up, their eyes became bright, and the corners of their mouths were bent.

Look at the clothes: "You do it."

The girl did not understand the trouble, looking at the excitement in Cen Simiao's eyes, she just suppressed the doubt.

Needlework let Cen Simiao do it. I was afraid that it would take some work, but in the hands of the girl, the two sleeves were sewed in less than half an hour. The stitches were flat and looked particularly good.

It is obviously different from the pins in other places.

Cen Simao raised her eyebrows and glanced at the sky. There was an hour before Yang Fuqing returned, and she picked up her clothes and went to Li Zhixiu.

He was still in his aunt's room, and Cen Simao was wondering, and as soon as she went down, she got into the room. Seeing that Tianer stayed together, could he hold up?

There was a small cricket at the door, she hadn't spoken yet, and Xiao yan's eyes suddenly turned on. She hurried to her and politely greeted her. Zhangkou said, "Madam, why are you here?"

Cen Simiao frowned.

Xiao Yan's face was full of flattering smiles: "Would you like to go in? I'll go and sue."

Before Cen Simiao answered, he turned to the door and knocked twice. These days, Cen Simiao has never been here, and no clothes have been delivered. Li Zhixiu's life is still the same, but I always feel that something is missing, which is a bit wrong.

He frowned longer and longer, his aunt holding his arm, tenderness, fingertips turning around his chest, talking softly.

Li Zhixiu's eyes were so deep that he didn't listen at all.

The little sister that followed him was asked several times, but someone came to deliver the clothes. Xiaoxiao was still wondering how to ask this, and she said no.

Several times later, when Li Zhixiu asked his words, his face was particularly gloomy, and Xiao Zhi was trembling with tremor. He had not relaxed during this time.

In the room, Li Zhizheng followed her aunt leaning on the couch, eating her snacks in her mouth, and suddenly heard what Xiaoyan said at the door, his lazy eyes lit up instantly, and the whole snack was bitten directly from her hand. Chewing in the mouth.

He straightened up, his aunt moved, and squeezed a piece to his lips again, this time he was directly waved away, and the snack fell on the couch.

She rushed to pick it up, afraid of Li Zhixiu's anger, but looked up and found him staring at the door, Cen Simiao came in from the outside. The aunt's face changed and her lips tightened.

Seeing the clothes Cen Simiao held in his hands, Li Zhixiu raised an eyebrow, and a faint smile on his lips seemed to be joking: "Are you here for silver again?"

Cen Simiao did not speak.

He leaned forward, waved his long arm, took the clothes off her hand, and flipped around at will: "I have to look first, it's worth the money I gave."

With a smile in his eyes, he glanced casually at the clothes, suddenly frowning, carefully looking at the pins of the sleeves, his face changed instantly, smirking, and throwing the clothes down: "You really have grown, two clothes embroiders for one garment, Which master did you worship? "

Cen Simiao bowed her head and picked it up, with grievance in her eyes: "I saw that you never wore the clothes I made, and thought that my grandfather was disgusting, but I was not willing to throw away what I had done, and I let her sew two Sleeves. "

She said in a low tone: "If Grandpa doesn't like it, then I won't do it, lest I beg you."

Li Zhixiu was angry at the moment. When she heard what she said, her face was somber and her jaw tightened: "You took Grandpa's silver, and now you want to stop working, the abacus is really loud."

Let the auntie take out the needle and thread in the room directly, and let Cen Simiao sit here, remove the two sleeves and re-sew.

Cen Simiao froze, and immediately argued, but Li Zhixiu became angry and fell several tea bowls.

She glanced at the sky outside and was about to finish.

Summer was already rainy, but now it's just summer, and there is still some tide. Cen Simiao sits at the table, her expression is especially focused, her hands move very fast.

Li Zhixiu frowned, still not happy: "You make it so fast, what are you going to do in a panic?"

She raised her eyes. "This is not my house. What are you doing here?"

With a cold tone, he immediately lowered his head to do needlework, and ignored him. Li Zhixiu was struck by her like this, and she stunned, and then she smirked after returning to God.

There was a sudden strong wind outside, and people quickly closed the window. Within a moment, it began to rain outside. Cen Simiao was particularly anxious, and hurried back after sewing the clothes casually.

Li Zhixiu glanced at the rain outside and asked her to stay. Cen Simiao frowned, and said rather indifferently, "I'm not feeling well in this place."

Without even taking the umbrella, I went out.

Li Zhixiu pursed her lips tightly and looked at her back, raising her eyebrows.

As soon as she came out of the aunt's yard, she saw the girl holding an umbrella there, anxiously. After seeing Cen Simiao, she quickly walked over and gave her an umbrella: "Then the slaves didn't get you an umbrella. They are soaked. What can I do if I get sick?"

Cen Simiao asked her how Yang Fuqing was doing.

The anxious expression of Yaya was more obvious. The two hurriedly walked into the courtyard. Cen Simiao saw Yang Fuqing standing at the gate of the courtyard from afar. She was soaked and pouring rain on him.

Cen Smiao paced up, ran over, frowned, and scolded before she came: "What are you doing standing here, not waiting in the house, are you stupid?"

Yang Fuqing's lips were a little white, her body was tight, her face was covered with rain, her eyes stared straight ahead, and she heard Cen Simiao's speech before looking at her.

Cen Simiao quickly picked him up and walked into the room. His hands were cold.

Yang Fuqing stared at her with a dull voice: "You said you were waiting for me."

She was very angry, most of them were angry with herself, and she was a little trembling. She just opened her mouth to talk. He suddenly buried her head in her arms and hugged her tightly. She kept repeating: "You are waiting for me Why not. "

Ceng Simiao was stiff, sighed, and patted his back, letting the girl-in-law prepare bath water and **** soup.

The door was closed, and the sound of rain outside was still very loud. Suddenly the window was blown open by the wind, and it ran straight towards it. It fell very cold on her body and she got up to close the window.

Yang Fuqing clasped her clothes tightly.

She froze, held him in her arms, and closed the window together. Yang Fuqing's chin rested on her shoulder socket, her eyes were dark, and he suddenly spoke a word.

Exactly covered by the sound of rain, Cen Simiao didn't hear her, closed the window and asked, "What did you say?"

Yang Fuqing tilted her head: "That person is not good for you, don't you like him?"

Cen Simiao frowned.

His eyes were surprisingly bright: "And he kept you there for a long time, and you didn't like that yard."

Cen Simiao didn't say a word.

He looked straight at Cen Simiao: "If you don't like it, I'll kill him."

The rain outside was particularly loud, but Yang Fuqing's voice was clear: "I tried it. I'm tall now. As long as I raise my arms, I can put a dagger into his chest."

Cen Simiao squeezed his lips, squeezed his cheeks, and squinted his eyes: "Tell me again."

He sensed Cen Simiao's unwillingness and lowered his head in a depressed mood.

After a while, maid brought bath water. Jiang Tang was sent by Li Zhixiu. Cen Simao didn't say anything, let the girl-in-law accept it.

For the past few days, Cen Simiao and Yang Fuqing had no wind chill, but they were cold easily, and they added thick clothes. From time to time, Li Zhixiu sent someone over to greet her. She asked the girl to reply and ignored her.

As a result, there was a sudden news that Li Zhixiu had to go far away, saying that he would complete the mission of the imperial court. This time was a long time and he could take his family members.

He asked Cen Simiao to prepare her luggage.

This is the first time that it is fresh.

On the way, Cen Simiao and Yang Fuqing sat in a carriage. Li Zhixiu was very dissatisfied with her taking Yang Fuqing out. Instead of sitting with Cen Simiao, she was in the same carriage with her aunt.

This area is not peaceful, there are many rebels in ambush, Li Zhixiu is full of manpower, seemingly not afraid at all.

After two or three days on the road, there was no accident, except that Li Zhixiu didn't say a word to her, and didn't even look at it.

Cen Simiao didn't care.

By the afternoon of the day, the road was particularly remote and everyone was very alert, but we had to rest for a while. It was at the time of the horse and cart that Cen Simiao yawned and slapped in the carriage.

Suddenly heard the knife outside | sword sounds around.

I know it's an accident.

She hugged Yang Fuqing, he was not afraid, watching Cen Simiao said: "I protect you."

Cen Smiao bent her eyes and was about to speak. Suddenly the curtain of the car was opened, and the cold light of the knife appeared. She stabbed at them fiercely. Her eyes narrowed and the system had to deal with it.

Yang Fuqing took out his dagger and stabbed without blinking.

Suddenly another person appeared before him, holding a knife and waving at the assassin's head, his head separated from his body, and blood suddenly splashed, and the curtain was stained with blood. On his stomach was Yang Fuqing's dagger.

Li Zhixiu's face was stained with blood, his eyebrows were cold, and he looked at Cen Simiao: "Stupid thing, don't you know to hide?"