Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

Men should marry, women should marry.

At the beginning of spring, Shen Qinghe, a girl from the Shen family, was sixteen years old, and the matchmaker who came to the matchmaker broke through the threshold of the general's mansion.

The good times didn't last long, and soon Shengjing was bombarded by a piece of gossip. For three consecutive days, there was no longer a burst of joy in front of the Shen family.

"Ma'am, ma'am, please slow down and pay attention to the road under your feet."

The maid hurriedly expressed her concern, and the beautiful woman being supported was full of grace, her brows and eyes covered with frost: "Yes, I need to be careful on the road under my feet, so that no one dares to be a monster under my nose!"

Xiuchun Courtyard is Miss Shen's residence, the most elegant place in the entire General's Mansion, the only downside is that it is located in a remote place, usually there are not many people there and it looks very deserted.

Fortunately, spring is approaching, and the cold snow and frost in winter are blown away by spring breezes and turned into budding flowers on the branches, adding a few touches of tenderness to the whole courtyard.

The silence was broken.

A burst of unbearable coughing sounded like a drum beating on the fragile chest and lungs, and the unbearable pain of the sick person could be felt across the door.

The itchiness in her throat was finally suppressed, Shen Qing and Sick were leaning on the bed, the maid Liu Se wiped the medicine stains from the corners of her lips with a brocade handkerchief.

The sweetness and sourness of the candied fruit melted on the tip of the tongue, and the flush on the cheeks due to the cough gradually faded to reflect the original pale snow color. , sick and charming.

"Auntie should know about the time." She got up lazily and muttered, "Annoying."

It's annoying to want to marry her off like a burden, and this crooked body is also annoying.

Seeing her calculating and indifferent nature, this rare childishness becomes more and more lovely, as cute as the shy flowers waiting to bloom in the yard.

Liu Se and Liu Qin helped her down to the ground from left to right, wearing a beautiful and warm fox fur cloak, Shen Qinghe's eyes lit up: "When will Ah Chi come back?"

Liu Se turned her head and glanced at the clepsydra. It was time for General Chi to go out. It was only a quarter of noon, and the lady couldn't help thinking about the past hour. Thinking of what the little general had told him by lying on the wall, she said respectfully: " The little general said, he will be back at [-]:[-] noon at the latest."

Shen Qinghe's brows were even more joyful, talking to himself, with a rather infatuated tone, like showing off but also carefully hiding the kindness that others treated her: "I don't know if he still remembers to bring me some snacks from outside , must have played crazy."

"No matter how crazy you play, the little general will never forget Miss."

"Really?" She stepped out the door.

The light is soft.

Mrs. Shen aggressively led people into the Xiuchun Courtyard, and her anger was quickly pushed to the top when she saw the calm face of the master: "Do you know what you are doing! Which daughter is like you? My daughter is like you!" I have tried so hard to get you to marry a good family. It is rare that the Lan family does not think you are weak, stubborn, and indifferent. If you want to fight against me, there is no need to destroy your reputation. The son's daughter-in-law!"

"Isn't it a good thing that you can't get married? Auntie, don't be impatient."

A cup of fragrant tea was served, Mrs. Shen's body was stiff, she would not accept it, and it would not be acceptable if she did not accept it.

She scolded her head and face, but was pushed back by the girl's "aunt" in an understatement.

As the saying goes, if the name is not correct, the words will not go well. In the final analysis, Xie Zhezhi's identity as the head of the house was obtained by prying on the corner of the sister-in-law's wall and crying.For young girls, and even in General Shen's heart, Xie Zhemei is the serious and eternal "Mrs. Shen".

Even if her body has been buried in the loess.

But her daughter is still there.

At the age of 16, when a flower is just blooming, he is sick and proud.

Xie Zhezhi used "poor health, stubborn temper, and dull temperament" to tactfully trample people into the ground, so Shen Qinghe would definitely remind her how disgraceful it was to be the head of the house when she was overjoyed.

The general was leading troops outside to fight, and the smell of fire and gunpowder in the backyard never stopped.

Xie Zhezhi regained his composure and took a good look at his blood-related nephew. This face, these eyes, really look like Xie Zhemei.

Fold eyebrows, no matter how grand the name is, isn't it because of a backyard dispute that can't be put on the table?

It's a pity that Shen Yanen still blames the death of his beloved wife on his own baby daughter. The father and daughter have been at odds for many years, isn't it very satisfying?

It is expected that Xie Zhemei's soul will not be safe under the nine springs!

With a smooth mind, she took the cup of tea steadily, gently flipped the lid of the tea, the aroma covered her eyebrows, and sat firmly on the round pear wood stool, the tea bowl was crisp and crisp on the polished stone table, and said earnestly: "Nonsense How can a woman not marry?"

At the age of the most reckless and flamboyant daughter of the general door, there are few people who can be patient. How can someone with a bad temper have the time to listen to her like a snake?

Shen Qinghe has not fought against her for three to five years, and he has adapted well, and An Anran lay back on the small bamboo chair with a sick and weak appearance: "Don't worry, aunt, my marriage is decided by my father."

Shen Yanen blamed his daughter for his wife's death, so he could not speak three words with his eldest daughter all year round.Even so, Shen Qing and his daily chewers are the best in the mansion, besides Liu Se and Liu Qin, two sisters with strong martial arts, there must be hidden guards behind their backs to protect them.

It's not like Shen Yanen can't do such a thing.With his love for Xie Zhemei in the past, even if he was thousands of miles away, he couldn't tolerate anyone humiliating her eldest daughter.

Marriage matters, no one can get around this General Shen.Without his nodding, the current Holy Majesty would not dare to give a marriage rashly.

The picture looks like "Mother is kind and daughter is filial", but every word is like a thorn in Xie Zhezhi's heart.

Seeing the young girl's frail body, she hated her so much.

With such a poor body, she can still respond to people like a day for ten years, so she taught her to be cautious and dare not move a finger.

Shen Yanen is not at home, even if she is doing it for outsiders, for the invisible "eyes" behind the scenes, she still has to do her duty and be extremely careful to raise her daughter for him.

"If you delay it for a few more years, you will become an old girl. Your father leads the army all the year round, and he rarely comes back. You and I have nothing to do with it. If you have a bad reputation, who would dare to marry?" Xie Zhezhi dreamed of sending this one away. Unbelievably cheap daughter: "Wanwan—"

The girl's eyebrows were suddenly cold, and her voice was light: "Aunt, be careful."

Wanwan is Xie Zhemei's nickname for his daughter, a girl's nickname, even if she is less intimate, she can't take the liberty to say it.

A little girl whose mother died accused her of being unworthy, Xie Zhezhi coughed up blood in her throat, looked at her deeply, got up and was about to leave, then turned around and said, "The eldest son of the Lan family, the best candidate for husband-in-law , even if your father knows about it, he must praise me for my dedication, you don’t want such a good person, Qinghe, you will regret it in the future.”

"Thank you for the kindness of my aunt, Qinghe is weak, so I will not send her away."

With Xie Zhezhi's departure, Xiuchun Courtyard returned to its previous tranquility. The girl lightly put on her cloak, feeling the chill in her heart made her feel irritable.No matter how good the eldest son of the Lan family is, what does it have to do with her?

She looked at the wall, as if staring at the ideal destination of life, with a soft smile on her lips, just like the white and blooming pear blossoms in the spring of March, rustling like snow, soft and reserved.

With such a mood, how can there be a hidden edge to fight with the stepmother?

"Miss, I'd better help you back to the house and wait."

Shen Qing and Yiyi looked away, and the corners of their lips curled slightly: "Don't go back to the house, go to the bathing pool, take out the dress from [Jinyifang] yesterday, and wear it later."

"Here."

……

Yunguo, Shengjing, from the very beginning when the threshold was broken to the moment when matchmakers dare not run to the General's Mansion, only three days have passed.

The hottest eldest daughter of the Shen family has become a topic of conversation that everyone can talk about.

Ms. Shen was ill and unable to give birth. Some people expressed regret, regret, and gratitude for this.

A "gossip" led by the parties exploded all kinds of living beings.

Yungui Tower, drinking flower wine and looking at beauties, is an ecstasy of bliss.

"As for this Miss Shen, I took a look at it from afar last year. Tsk, she is a sickly beauty who looks weaker than Xizi. She has a slender waist, slender legs, and a pale face. It's a pity that no matter how good a beauty is, what's the use if she can't stand it?"

The young master of the Ministry of Rites smiled ambiguously, shaking the wine glass in his hand, and said seriously: "The hen lays eggs, the rooster crows, it can't lay eggs, and it doesn't know how to crow. You can't even listen to the sound. How boring..."

When he said this, all his friends knew that he was drunk.

Those who know the truth can't help feeling contemptuous, don't look at Zuo Yunqing's impoliteness when he mentioned Miss Shen, among the people who proposed marriage three days ago, the Zuo family danced happily, one wanted to cling to the general's mansion, and the other wanted to embrace the beauty.It's a pity that the one who danced the happiest was the one who was rejected the most.

A prodigal who spends all day wandering around the flowers without being able to read or write, tried to get his hands on the eldest daughter of the Shen family.The Shen family had to refuse even if it was just a show, otherwise Xie Zhezhi's reputation of "charity and virtue" for many years would be in vain once General Shen returned to Beijing.

No one dared to answer when the General's Mansion was involved.

The atmosphere was cold, Zuo Yunqing's dandy got excited, and slammed the wine glass on the wine table: "The wife can't do it, she deserves to be a concubine! A sick child, dare to look down on me, who does she think she is? Which family in Shengjing dares to marry her, it won't work if the name of the general is mentioned!"

boom--

The door fell to the ground with a sound, kicking up a thin layer of dust.

The sun was warm, and the young man with red lips and white teeth stood there in the backlight, with a silver-gray lining, a pale crimson close-fitting robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a majestic white-fronted worm embroidered on the side of jet-black boots.

Shocking a group of bastards with one foot, he retracted his straight and slender legs, flicked the hem of his clothes lightly, raised his eyes slantingly, and casually looked at people through the crack of the door: "Oh, which house is this toad. Toad's mouth is not bad, come on, go on, tell the young master."

"Chi, Chi Heng!"

The helpless dandies backed away with dejected faces, leaving only Mr. Zuo, who had caused trouble by his mouth business, to face the crazy little overlord of Shengjing who didn't recognize his relatives.

The dusty sugar figurine was casually thrown to the servant by Chi Heng. She took a step forward and turned her face mercilessly: "What's Chi, your uncle! Don't try to run away from the one here! If you don't want it, tear it up, blah blah blah. , Nagging about your father!"

The boots of the eye-catching white-fronted tiger kicked hard on the round wooden table enough for 12 people to surround, and the cups and plates were messed up and noisy.

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