MTL - The Lover’s Prattle-Chapter 33 General Slag (4)

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He Weiwen From Zuo Xiangfu to Pufu, most of Qindu officials lived in a unified area, and they were very close to each other. When he arrived at Pufu, all the people on the way asked An Wuren to dare to ask, let alone block.

Wu Qingcheng and Lao Lao are both in Zuo Xiangfu today. The only person in the family who can act as the master is He Weiwen who has already entered Qingruo's courtyard. He Weiwen's attendants are at the door to prevent him from entering.

浒 Lao, who was found from Shu, was teaching her rules.

Qing Ruo was sitting on a chair with Erlang's legs up, holding a bunch of grapes in his hands, throwing them one by one, raising his head to pick them up, and coming over to pick them up.

Two puppets, one left and one right, each had a thick stick in their hands, but their faces turned red and did not say hello to her.

"Get up and practice sitting." His face turned green.

Qing Ruo moved her toes, her toes were embroidered with embroidered shoes, and her lotus embroidered. When she moved, her lotus leaves trembled.

"Don't I sit well here?"

Still lazily threatening, "The stick in my hand has been stabilized, and my father and elder brother were not beaten today ~"

The two puppets really tightened the stick in their hands, it seemed that she had learned her savage.

He could sneak into his general's house, at least with some fists and embroidered legs.

He Weiwen stood at the door for a while, raised his hand and knocked on the door panel.

Behind one hand, he knocked on the door with one hand bent and placed it in front of him.

"Excuse me," said gently.

The two puppets were a bit surprised that the appearance of such big thorns would not be a simple person, not to mention the fact that they looked frightened while wearing imposing manners. But I don't know who it is for the time being, I just put the stick behind me and returned to me.

Qingruo gave him a glance, the grapes in his mouth were bitten, his tone was a little smelly, "What are you doing?"

He Weiwen raised his foot and stepped into the room, his expression was warm and temperamental, but his momentum was unstoppable and unstoppable.

He took a few steps forward, and two of his subconsciously took a step back.

"I have something to say to Miss Yun, can you two go out for a while?"

In the lady's boudoir, what is this asking?

The two uncles were a little hesitant. After all, this was to marry the emperor. The reputation went wrong. The first thing the family could not spare was the two of them.

Qing Ruo rolled his eyes, "Are you commanded by General He, aren't you afraid of losing your head?"

The two uncles gave him another kneeling gift before retreating.

"What are you doing?"

If Qing asked, he didn't answer, until the chair next to her opened his robe and sat down, and reached over the middle table and took a grape from her plate.

The smell of wine covered him, and Qing Ruo's disgusting cymbals held back the plate twice, "Are you doing it? Dumb?"

He Weiwen ate the grapes, and there were two grape seeds. He turned around and looked around. There was a small pile on the table in front of her, and she bent over and spit on it.

Qing Ruo looked at him, the whole face wrinkled as ugly as a chrysanthemum.

He Weiwen stood up straight, tapped his fingers on the table, "Grape is on." Looking at her holding the plate closed in her arms, she glanced at her seemingly indifferently, with a slight glance. Black and faint like a wolf, overcast with lush green, seduce ignorant prey.

Qing looked at him hesitantly, obviously not wanting to give.

He Weiwen coughed gently, "About marrying or not marrying ~" This is the end of the discourse, and the tone is raised.

But it's enough, stupid person has put the plate in his hand, and comes with a smile that wants to please, but will not cause the whole face to stiffen.

He Weiwen drank a lot of wine and just drank some tea. Now the cool and moist grapes are eaten just right, and two thirds of the grapes are eaten one by one by him, leaving a bunch of grape seeds.

Qing Qing was impatient and wanted to make a few sounds. He glanced softly, and she stopped again, sitting on a chair like a bug biting. Erlang's legs were already down, and his feet were on the ground like stepping on a sewing machine. Da da shook endlessly.

He Weiwen spit out the last grape seed and looked at her with concern, "Want to go to that hut?"

She paused, with a thunderous expression on her face, and rolled her eyes before asking him as gently as possible, "Don't I have to marry?"

A plate of grapes is like a relationship?

He Weiwen smiled, stood up and pulled the wrinkled hemline, and said kindly, "Why so stupid? I just talked about marrying or not marrying, and didn't say you could not marry, don't think too much."

She was stiff, and He Weiwen had stepped forward. "Be ready to marry, don't worry, it's only one and a half months, and time is fast."

"He Weiwen! I * you hemp!"

He Weiwen's chuckling was mixed with the sound of crackling things inside. He wanted to turn around and tell her that the girls shouldn't swear, but think of innocent furniture, just give up.

Qing Ruo received something from the General's Mansion in the evening, and she had nothing missing at noon, and the grade was much better than her.

The person who delivered the thing rumored that the general said that it was grape money, and the grapes were good here for Miss Yun.

"..."

The next man returned to General's Mansion, He Weiwen was in the study, and Xi Qingcheng was there.

He Weiwen didn't let people avoid it, and the next man said directly, "Back to General, Miss Xie threw everything down, emotionally excited, and cursed bad words." The old man who had been in General's House for many years, reported the sound There are no ups and downs, a complete statement.

Wu Qingcheng heard cold sweats.

"Well." He Weiwen responded, approving the document in his hand and lowering his head for inspection, with a casual tone. "Send it again tomorrow."

"Yes."

Wu Qingcheng was somewhat unsure about what kind of attitude He Weiwen is now towards Qingruo. In his memory, except for the little emperor, He Weiwen had never been so patient with anyone and let anyone scan his face.

To the emperor, he had a plan, and the plan was not small, so what about Qingruo now?

Wu Qingcheng didn't dare to ask He Weiwen, and went straight to Qingruo yard after returning to his home.

If Qing had already slept, he sent the girl in the house to go in directly and drag the person up to the bed and put it in the middle of the yard.

Qingruo's face was full of fire, the hair swaying, etc. have been removed. When he saw the jade bracelet on his wrist, he smashed it. His mouth was scolded and dirty, almost at midnight. Voices were heard in the yard.

Wu Qingcheng hid her side by side to avoid the jewelry she threw over one after another, and was a little impatient. The hidden weapon in her clothes threw out one, controlled her strength, and hit her on the ankle.

Qing Ruo suddenly fell to the ground, buttocks fell down, although it was not serious, but her face became sore for a while and she was speechless.

Wu Qingcheng began to look at her since she appeared, and now many thoughts flashed through her mind, but he was still not sure about He Weiwen's thoughts, "Stay in this yard, or don't blame me for not caring about my family."

Qing Ruo had a sore face, and he couldn't speak as he watched his fist clenched tightly.

Xi Qingcheng whispered to the guard who guarded the yard at the door, "I'm optimistic. In the future, General He will come and inform me in time."

"Yes."

He Weiwen had the things that people sent over the next night, if they were not broken, and asked someone to bring a gift to He Weiwen.

The next man brought it back to He Weiwen. He Weiwen was actually a bit surprised. She was so stupid that he didn't really think she could become smart in a few days.

However, the next man said that Qing Ruo's original words were indeed a gift to General He.

In a circle of soothing fragrance, He Weiwen was still working in the study, and handed it to Xiao Xiao waiting behind him to make him light up.

The scent is strong and overbearing, but because it is soothing, it is not pungent. Compared with spices such as orchids, it is almost arrogant.

Few people would like this soothing fragrance. It tastes too heavy and feels slow to breathe.

But He Weiwen liked it.

It is time to hang out from the study.

Standing at the door of the study, hesitated for a while, "Go to Lifu."

Of course he knew she was stupid and would bring him a gift, but it was because he was wronged.

Aggrieved, why would you want to find him?

He Weiwen didn't understand that many people were right to blame him, but her mind was obviously not enough for her to consider these issues. The person she would look for when she was aggrieved must be she believed, and believed she could help her out.

is it him?

In the middle of the night, Pufu was very quiet, and a bronze lion head hung tightly from the heavy gate.

He Weiwen got bored and got off the carriage, his voice fluttered softly, "Let the people in Lifu get up."

He said that he wanted them to meet formally.

In the middle of the night, the gongs and drums in Lifu declared that the lights and noise in the courtyard were bright and lively.

The attendant lifted the chair from the carriage, and He Weiwen sat at the gate with his hand on his forehead and waited.

The door of the house was wide open. After two quarters of time, the uncle's family and his family arrived in a hurry. The old man and his mother led the whole family to the door to welcome him into the door.

He Weiwen stood up from the chair and walked in, crossed the old man and shouted for no courtesy, and bowed his head to look for a circle in the kneeling family, but did not see her.

I don't know if she wasn't called or she didn't want to come. She asked him now, and no one should call.

He Weiwen directly lifted his feet and walked to her yard. Two servants who followed her stopped her family. "Grandma is very kind. It's really a hard family to welcome the general. Go back to sleep."

The grandmother's family didn't say a word, they fought for an hour from beginning to end, groomed and knelt at the door, shouted two words to congratulate the general. Then I went back to grooming and went to sleep ...

He Weiwen met Qing Ruo who was rushing halfway, half of her clothes ripped up while running, her hair wrapped around her head, and she hurriedly ran out without even noticing that someone was not far away.

The girl who followed followed looked up to see the person, widened her eyes in surprise, and reached out to pull the person in front, "Miss!"

Qing Ruo lowered her head and drew her clothes, ready to rush forward, and was pulled by the maid, turning back angrily, "Why?"

The girl was shaking her head with a lion roar, and she did not dare to raise her hand to him, and pulled her clothes and shook it twice. "Miss, He, General He."

Qing Ruo closed her hair covering her eyes, "Of course I know General He, so go quickly, and the **** thing will be gone in a while."

The girl was pale and had no energy in her hands, and she managed to break free.

Qing Ruo muted his head and rushed here.

He Weiwen pursed his lips and took a step in the middle of the road.

"Well."

He Weiwen's chest murmured, and he moaned.

Qing Ruo stepped back two steps and scolded his forehead, "Dying ..."

"He Weiwen ?!"

He Weiwen eased the breath of being unstable, and asked her, "Why are you so anxious?"

Qing Ruo opened his eyes, "Hehe, the next man said that General He was here, and hurried to the door to meet."

General He, **** it, this title changes naturally.

He Weiwen took a step closer to her, and the breath exhaled condescendingly closed her head, her hair was messy.

He Weiwen said, "What's wronged?" Bent over and bowed her head, her breath sticking to her ears, her voice soft and magical, "Huh?"

**

The head is so hard that it hurts everyone's heart.

Who dares to give her a grievance?

—— [Black Box]