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Chapter 113 Little Wolf Cub X Female Lady (5)
Although it is hot in summer, fortunately, there are so many edible fruits. Put the freshly cleaned fruits in the dishes and it will be very watery. Cen Simiao asked Yang Fuqing to deliver all the delicious food here. Most of them were in Yang Fuqing's mouth.
In addition, on weekdays, the snacks are not out of the mouth, and the meals are especially sweet.
Over the past few months, the weather has gradually cooled down and the sun has not been so harsh. When wake up in the morning, still feel a little bit cold.
Yang Fuqing was finally raised not as thin as before, with some flesh added to her cheeks, and her eyes were still dark and dull. Sometimes she was dumbfounded, not knowing what she was thinking about, but fortunately her eyes were more energetic.
Cen Simiao invited the teacher to teach Yang Fuqing to follow along. It is not convenient for men in the back house to get in and out, so a study room is set up in the front hall where Yang Fuqing can learn knowledge from her husband every day.
This is the first time today.
Yang Fuqing stood on the ground and fastened the buttons of his clothes, but he couldn't see him at the neckline. He had to hold his head high to tie his hands, frowning hard, and staring down his eyes. It looked particularly fun.
Cen Simiao walked over, patted his hand away, squatted down, and the gauze skirt fell on the ground. Yang Fuqing subconsciously held the gauze skirt, but she was still a step late, and was more anxious than she: "If you get it on the ground, it will be touched Ashes!"
The buttons couldn't be fastened either, and his short legs stomped in a hurry.
She lowered her eyes to look at the hem of her skirt. The ground was being cleaned every day. This morning the maids had just cleaned the ground. Where did the dirt come from? Yang Fuqing kept making noises, trying to get her up quickly, Cen Simiao stretched out her hand to hold him: "Don't move."
She frowned, and her patience was reduced a bit, Yang Fuqing noticed it, her lips pressed tightly, her face full of displeasure. Cen Simiao carefully fastened the buttons, then smoothed the folds at the neckline, bending her eyes: "Let's go."
Yang Fuqing carefully patted the hem of her skirt with her hands, and then let go of her frowning brows. Cen Simiao was particularly puzzled, when did this kid love to be so clean.
He looked at Cen Simiao, then glanced at the door, and did not move for a long time. Cen Simiao was puzzled and urged again, he responded, moved a small step forward, and then stopped.
She sighed: "What are you rubbing against? Hurry up."
Yang Fuqing looked up at her, took two steps with her lips pressed, and when she was about to walk to the door, she stopped moving. There he clenched the corners of his clothes, hung his head, and said nothing.
Cen Simiao frowned, looked at him for a while, understood, and laughed: "Are you afraid of being scolded by your husband?"
He raised his head and snorted.
A smile flashed in Cen Simiao's eyes: "Then you just don't want to leave me? How courageous."
Yang Fuqing suddenly became anxious: "Who said that!"
She lifted her chin and pointed to the door: "Then you should go."
The footsteps were very loud, and he was very irritable. He raised his leg and fell heavily, stepping on the bluestone on the ground and walking out, his expression looked very angry.
Cen Simiao gave another sweet date behind him: "Don't worry, I'll wait for you to come back here."
The legs he raised stiffened, then fell down fiercely, and snorted, "I don't need you to wait."
Then Cen Simiao heard the footsteps become much quieter.
In the past few months, she not only made Yang Fuqing fat, but her money bag also became bulging. Cen Simiao found a few trusted family relatives and used the money to do some business and made a lot more.
She saved all of these, and she still doesn't need it now. When Yang Fuqing grows up, if he really wants to be the emperor by himself, there is no need to worry about money.
Today, this dynasty is not really peaceful. The borders fought for years and the treasury was very empty. There were many rebels, but one leader was missing.
The room didn't have the sullenness of the previous time, but it was a bit cold. Cen Simiao asked his servant to close the door and then returned to the couch to lean on. She was about to squint again when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the clothes on the table.
What she did a few days ago, two sleeves were not sewn, she was a little annoyed, so she just left it alone. The maid stood beside, and saw Cen Simiao staring at the dress, and tentatively asked: "Shall I bring it for you?"
Cen Simiao rubbed her forehead, and now she felt sleepy and didn't want to move. Eyelashes drooped, seeming to be thinking about things, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were bright and the corners of his mouth bend.
Look at the dress: "You continue to do it."
The maid didn't understand. Seeing the excitement in Cen Simiao's eyes, she just suppressed her doubts.
Cen Simiao was asked to do the needlework. was afraid that it would take a lot of effort. But in the hands of the maid, he sewed the two sleeves in less than half an hour. The stitches were flat and looked very good.
It is obviously different from the stitches in other places.
Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows, looked at the sky, and one hour before Yang Fuqing came back, she picked up her clothes and went to Li Zhixiu.
He was still in his aunt's room, and Cen Simiao was puzzled. He just got into the room and saw Tian'er staying together. Can he stand it up?
There was a young man guarding at the door. She hadn't spoken yet, and the young man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly walked up to her and politely greeted her. Opening his mouth was: "Madam, why did you come here."
Cen Simiao frowned.
There was a flattering smile on Xiao Si's face: "Are you going in? I'll report it."
Before Cen Simiao could reply, he turned around and leaned to the door and knocked on the door twice. These days, Cen Simiao hasn't come here, and the clothes haven't been sent again. Li Zhixiu's life is still going on, but he always feels that something is missing, something is wrong.
His brows were frowning for longer and longer, and his aunt held his arm, tenderly and affectionately, her fingertips spinning around his chest, speaking softly.
Li Zhixiu's eyes were deep and he didn't even listen.
The young man who was following him was asked several times, but someone came to deliver clothes. At first, the young man was still wondering how to ask about this, but to be honest.
Later, when Li Zhixiu asked several times, his face was particularly gloomy, and the young man was terrified, and he did not relax during this time.
In the room, Li Zhixiu was leaning on the couch with his aunt, eating a snack from her in his mouth, and suddenly heard what the boy at the door said, his lazy eyes lit up, and the whole snack was bitten directly from her hand. Chewing in the mouth.
He straightened up, his aunt moved for a while, and squeezed another piece to his lips. This time he was directly swung away, and the snack fell on the couch.
She hurried to pick it up, for fear that Li Zhixiu would get angry, but when she looked up, she found him staring at the door and Cen Simiao came in from outside. Auntie's face changed, her lips tightened.
Li Zhixiu saw the clothes in Cen Simiao's hand, and raised his brows, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he was joking: "Are you here again to beg for money?"
Cen Simiao said nothing.
He leaned forward, waved his long arm, took the clothes from her hand directly, and fiddled with it at will: "I have to see first, it's not worth the money I gave."
With a smile in his eyes, he glanced at the clothes carelessly, suddenly frowned, looked at the stitches of the sleeves carefully, his face changed instantly, sneered, and threw the clothes down: "You really have made progress. There are two types of embroidery for one piece of clothing. Which master did you learn from?"
Cen Simiao bowed her head and picked it up, with grievances in her eyes: "I saw that you never wore the clothes I made. I thought that my master was disgusted, but I was unwilling to throw away the good ones, so I let the maid sew twice. Sleeves."
She said with a low tone: "If you don't like it, then I won't do it, so as not to provoke you."
Li Zhixiu was already angry, but when he heard what she said, his face became gloomy, and his jaw tightened: "You have taken my master's money. I want to quit work now. The abacus is really loud."
Just let the auntie take out the needle and thread from the house, let Cen Simiao sit here, take off the two sleeves and sew again.
Cen Simiao was stunned, and was about to argue immediately, but Li Zhixiu got really angry and dropped several tea bowls.
She glanced at the sky outside, to finish.
Summer is already rainy, but now it's just out of summer, and there is still some moisture. Cen Simiao is sitting at the table with a particularly focused expression and quick movements.
Li Zhixiu frowned, still unhappy: "What are you doing so quickly, panicking?"
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 without paying attention to him. Li Zhixiu was shocked by her like this, and was stunned. After recovering, he sneered.
There was a sudden strong wind outside, and people hurriedly closed the windows. Within a moment, it rained 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 coldly: "I feel uncomfortable in this place."
He went out without even holding the umbrella.
Li Zhixiu pressed his lips tightly, looked at her back, and raised his eyebrows.
As soon as I came out of my aunt's yard, I saw the maid clinging to the umbrella with an anxious expression. After seeing Cen Simiao, he hurriedly walked over and held an umbrella for her: "Why don't that bunch of minions give you an umbrella? They are all soaked. What can I do if I get sick."
Cen Simiao asked her how Yang Fuqing was.
The maid's anxious expression was even more obvious. The two hurriedly walked into the courtyard, and Cen Simiao saw Yang Fuqing standing in front of the courtyard from a distance, drenched all over, pouring heavy rain on him.
Cen Simiao speeded up, ran over, frowning, and cursed before he got there, "What are you doing here, not waiting in the house, are you stupid?"
Yang Fuqing's lips were a little pale, her body was tight, her face was full of rain, her eyes were straight ahead, and she looked at her when she heard Cen Simiao talking.
Cen Simiao quickly picked him up and walked into the house, his hands were cold.
Yang Fuqing stared at her closely, her voice a little dull: "You said you want to wait for me."
She was anxious, most of whom were angry with herself, and her body was a little trembling. Just when she opened her mouth to speak, he suddenly buried her head in her arms and hugged her tightly, repeating in his mouth: "You are waiting for me , Why not."
Cen Simiao stiffened, sighed, patted him on the back, and asked the maid to prepare bath water and ginger soup.
When the door was closed, the sound of rain outside was still particularly loud. Suddenly the window was blown open by the wind, and it went straight to the place. It was extremely cold on her body, so she got up and closed the window.
Yang Fuqing held her hem tightly.
She was stunned, took him in her arms, and went to close the window together. Yang Fuqing's chin rested on her shoulders, his eyes were dark, and he suddenly said a word.
Covered by the sound of rain, Cen Simiao did not hear clearly, closed the window and asked, "What did you say?"
Yang Fuqing tilted her head: "That person is not good to you, don't like him, okay?"
Cen Simiao frowned.
His eyes were surprisingly bright: "And he kept you there for a long time, and you don't like that yard either."
Cen Simiao didn't say a word.
He looked directly 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 am now taller. As long as I raise my arms, I can pierce the dagger into his chest."
Cen Simiao pursed her lips, pinched his cheek, and squinted his eyes: "You tell me again."
He noticed Cen Simiao's unwillingness and dropped his head in a low mood.
After a while, the maid brought bath water. ginger soup was sent by Li Zhixiu. Cen Simiao didn't say anything, and let the maid accept it.
For the past few days, Cen Simiao and Yang Fuqing didn't catch the cold, but they were easy to get cold, so they added thick clothes. Li Zhixiu sent people over to greet her from time to time, but she asked the maid to reply, but she ignored her.
Suddenly there was news that Li Zhixiu was going to go far, saying that he was going to complete the task of the court. This time it took a long time and he could take his family.
He asked Cen Simiao to prepare the luggage.
This is the first time, very fresh.
On the road, Cen Simiao and Yang Fuqing were sitting in a carriage. Li Zhixiu was rather dissatisfied with her taking Yang Fuqing out. Instead of sitting with Cen Simiao, he was in the same carriage with his aunt.
This area is not peaceful, and there are many rebels in ambush. Li Zhixiu is manpowered and mighty, seemingly not afraid at all.
After two or three days on the road, there was really no surprise, but Li Zhixiu didn't say a word to her, he didn't even look at it.
Cen Simiao didn't care either.
By the end of the day, the road was very remote, everyone was very vigilant, but no matter what, you had to rest for a while. Cen Simiao was yawning and sleeping in the carriage just when the carriage was overwhelmed.
Suddenly heard the sound of swords and swords outside.
Knowing that something happened.
She hugged Yang Fuqing tightly, he was not afraid, looked at Cen Simiao and said, "I will protect you."
Cen Simiao bent her eyes, just about to speak, when the car curtain was opened, the cold light of the knife appeared, and she slammed at them. She narrowed her eyes and asked the system to deal with it.
Yang Fuqing took out a dagger and pierced it without blinking.
Suddenly another person appeared in front of him, holding a knife at the assassin's head, and separating his head from the body, blood was splashed all over, and the car curtain was stained with blood. Yang Fuqing's dagger was still stuck in his stomach.
With blood on Li Zhixiu's face and a cold expression between his eyebrows, he glanced at Cen Simiao: "Stupid thing, don't you know how to hide?"