Chapter 111: Little wolf cub X lady (3)

The girl walked to the yard holding a pot of flowers and trimmed it with scissors. Three or two times, the extra branches fell on the bluestone brick, the sun was flourishing, and it fell on the skin, which was particularly uncomfortable.
Yang Fuqing glanced around the wall of the courtyard. He was holding a book, with the words on his mouth, and yelled into the room from time to time: "I have a good back!"
There was no response in the room, and he continued to shout. Until Cen Simiao's voice responded tiredly, he refused to continue to bow his head.
The girl raised her eyebrows. Last night, Yang Fuqing was arguing about writing with a brush. He sat in a chair with his arms out of the table and had to pad with something.
Doodle on the paper. Although she doesn't know how to read, Yang Fuqing knows exactly what the characters should be like. Yang Fuqing wrote the same as the marks left on the floor when she wiped the floor.
But the lady even praised him, and kept telling him to write, Yang Fuqing didn't look at him, and dragged the lady till day dawn.
While having breakfast, the lady covered her face with a papa, yawned several times, and was really sleepy. She looked very distressed. Yang Fuqing was still alive and vigorous, and she was holding the book back.
"Click" The branches fell again.
Then Yang Fuqing snorted: "I will remember this too!"
Lying on the couch, Cen Simiao rubbed her forehead. She had just fallen asleep, and began to dream in a humble way, but he woke up with a throat.
With a sigh, there was another howl.
She raised her eyes, the window on the left was just right, and Yang Fuqing's noise came through and fell into her ear. Sit up straight and leaned on the pillow, eyes still tired.
The tone was rather lazy: "Come in, I'll test you."
As soon as the words fell, the mahogany door was pushed open, squeaked, and the steps fell to her, bouncing towards her. Cen Simao leaned forward and stretched out her arm just to catch him.
After raising for so many days, her body was still very thin and her bones were particularly embarrassing. She didn't have much effort to hold Yang Fuqing on the couch. Then he let go of his hand and leaned on the couch again, and opened his eyes to look at him.
Yang Fuqing was sweating on her forehead, her cheeks were red and she had a lot of energy. The suit he was wearing was thrown away by Cen Simiao, and the tailor made a fit again.
Put on the lining and keep your face clean.
He was now excited, and he handed the book to Cen Simiao: "Hurry up, ask me."
These are all enlightenment books. Yang Fuqing was afraid that she had learned it long ago, but she has not learned it since then, and her mind gradually blurred. Now pick up the book again, and you can find it with two glances.
If he hadn't had a sudden change in his home, there should be a lot of knowledge in his stomach now. Although he was still disobedient, when Cen Simiao first proposed to study, Yang Fuqing's eyes were scary and he had no objection at all.
She let his subordinates find some books.
Give it to Yang Fuqing and let him look at it when he is free. Unexpectedly, he sat on the side with a book and could not move for a long time. If it is left in peace, it will start to be hungry in less than an hour.
Cen Simao had to be scolded before he stopped.
She opened the book and glanced at it. She was already very sleepy. At this moment, she had a headache. It was even more uncomfortable to read some books that were chewing words. Frown his brows, and found a few partial words to let him carry his back.
Yang Fuqing felt contented between her brows, and after a while, she carried it back fluently.
She nodded, bent her eyes and picked up a snack to feed him, and then yawned, turning her body on the couch and snoring. Yang Fuqing chewed a snack in her mouth, looked down at the book, and found another one, and wanted Cen Simiao to test him again.
He stuffed the book into Cen Simiao's hand, and swallowed the contents of his mouth with great effort: "Quick, quick."
Cen Simiao frowned, glanced at him, and let him go play first, she would rest for a while.
Yang Fuqing, just like she didn't hear, reached out her little hand to push her, and her mouth kept pressing. Cen Simiao's anger came up, and she didn't know where to run.
He stared directly at him: "Have me be honest, and then I'll beat you to believe it?"
Yang Fuqing was suddenly stiff, clenching her books, pursing her lips, and her eyes were full of vitality. Cen Simiao didn't bother him and closed her eyes to sleep.
He stared straight at Cen Simao, his teeth biting harder and harder, and finally he didn't overdo it and moved away from her, so that the cushions on the couch were pulled away.
Yang Fuqing was tense, looking down at the book, angrily, without looking at Cen Simiao.
The room was particularly quiet, and even the sound of footsteps walking back and forth outside the girl could be heard through the window. No one came in to disturb, Cen Simiao slept soundly, and her brows were a little more relaxed and relaxed.
It wasn't until the evening that Cen Simiao woke up, and she was very lazy, and didn't want to move. She lifted the thin layer on her body and sat upright.
Turning his head to see the back of Yang Fuqing, he sat there, read his book with his head down, but could not see his face. She fell asleep, forgetting what happened before, and called with a laziness just waking up.
Yang Fuqing gave a sudden meal, and then she was tense, holding a book and reading, just as she hadn't heard, she didn't look back at her.
Cen Smiao pursed her lips and looked at him wonderingly for a while, remembering the things before going to bed, rubbing her forehead, her temper was quite big.
As she was about to speak, the girl-in-law came in, holding the tub on the shelf, and bending the corners of her mouth: "Madam, I'll wait for you to wash, and then tell them to have dinner."
Cen Simao frowned, and ignored Yang Fuqing.
When the meal was served, he was still staring at the book. Cen Simiao called him, and as soon as he spoke, he said, "I don't eat!"
The tone was strong.
She snorted, chopped chopsticks, put it in her mouth, and said, "Whether you like to eat or not, I want you to lean to the side and block it."
Yang Fuqing looked up sharply, glaring at her angrily, her eyes were particularly round. He turned around angrily, blocking the lamp next to him, and then punched the pillow on the couch.
Cen Simiao bent her eyes and lowered her head to hold back a smile.
After eating, she lowered her chopsticks and walked to Yang Fuqing. He didn't look up. Cen Simiao sighed and sat down: "Are you angry with me?"
He clenched his lips tightly.
Cen Simiao asked again: "Regenerating gas?"
He snorted coldly: "No."
As soon as the words fell, a snack was fed to him. Yang Fuqing frowned, unhappy, and he was anxious: "You ..."
Another piece.
Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows: "You don't eat? Then I can go."
He paused when he rolled to the tip of his tongue, angrily don't overdo it, and didn't forget to eat half a piece of pastry in her hand.
After a while, Yang Fuqing had been coaxed, ate a few pieces of pastry, and sat at the table and picked up chopsticks to eat vegetables.
Cen Simiao bent her eyes, blowing off the mist on the tea cup, and taking a sip. Suddenly there was an obituary outside, her eyes were delicate, and she asked the girl to see who it was, and then brought in.
The comer was Li Zhixiu's little sister-in-law. He knelt on the ground and said it was a message. Although he didn't say clearly, Cen Simiao brought Yang Fuqing to the yard, and Li Zhixiu knew it. He was particularly angry.
Come over tonight.
And the tone was rather blunt: "The master also ordered that the wife should know her identity, and she must not be willing to be low."
Cen Simiao froze for a moment.
Xiao Yan thought she knew shame, and knelt on the ground and straightened her waist: "Master is quite unhappy in these days, and please be considerate. After all, being considerate and virtuous is your most important thing."
She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows: "If I am partial, can he rest me?"
The couple got along, but it was Li Zhixiu who made up for it.
Xiao Yi's belly of words, was going to read out, and heard Cen Simiao's words, and immediately hesitated. She glanced at her with a little surprise in her eyes.
How can I change my temper?
He took a breath and continued, "If Madam ..."
Without saying a word, a figure suddenly rushed at him, Xiaoyi dodged subconsciously, and his arm suddenly felt particularly painful. Looking back, Yang Fuqing was holding a dagger, Xiaoyan's face was pale and frightened, and she turned her head to see that blood was flowing from her arm.
Cen Simao didn't expect Yang Fuqing to act like this. He usually wears a dagger on his body. Except for the last time someone grabbed him for a snack, this is the first time he has moved a knife.
He frowned fiercely and had to stab him again. Cen Simao quickly pulled him back, Xiaoyi took the opportunity to escape without turning his head. Yang Fuqing's back was straight, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were dark.
She frowned. "You ..."
Yang Fuqing didn't wait for her to finish saying: "It's annoying you that he should be damned."
Cen Simiao looked at him for a moment, staring at him for a while, and twitching his mouth, he still looked dissatisfied, and eagerly ran to Xiaoyan to desperately.
"I ask you, if you kill him, the master gets angry when he knows it, and orders to kill me?"
"Kill it too ..." Master.
He was impatient with his eyebrows, almost blurted out, and the latter two words were not spoken. He was held tightly by Cen Simiao, her lips pursed and her voice was low: "No, this answer is wrong."
There was a hint of confusion in Yang Fuqing's eyes.
Cen Simiao glanced at him, and asked the girl to take him to another room tonight: "Think about what to do, come back to me tomorrow morning."
Yang Fuqing was unwilling to leave and was dragged by the girl-in-law. He still had to lie down on the blanket until Cen Simiao's voice was unhappy: "Hurry up, be obedient."
He lowered his head, grieved, and was a little angry, reluctantly following the girl-in-law to leave.
Cen Simiao turned and took out the handkerchief embroidered with roses. This was Yang Fuqing's favorite style during her lifetime. The original owner wanted to use this to attract Li Zhixiu's attention.
Unexpectedly, after seeing Li Zhixiu, he was even more indifferent to the original owner. As soon as Li Zhixiu saw something related to the woman, his mind was chaotic, and there was still a relationship with others.
Cen Simiao hid her handkerchief in her sleeve just in case. In this world, she has to let Li Zhixiu fall in love with her and fulfill the task of reversing the life of the original owner.
Furthermore, when Li Zhixiu saw this handkerchief, he felt that guilt would come up, and he would not pursue Yang Fuqing's affairs.
She rubbed her forehead, glanced outside, the window was still open, and fortunately some cool wind blew in, and the room was not so hot.
She lowered her eyebrows, and accidentally glanced at the dagger on the table, still stained with blood. Yang Fuqing forgot to take it.
She frowned, and quickly got up and planned to close it, but heard the door swell and turned her head to look.
Li Zhixiu walked in and walked in a bag full of loose clothes and unfastened belts. There was a wave of air between his eyebrows, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, just a little cold.
Cen Simiao stood up and saluted, he glanced at him, and sat directly on the couch, leaning lazily. She rushed forward, almost kneeling in front of him, lowering her head, her voice soft like a stream of water: "Master."
Li Zhixiu brow, raised his corners of his mouth, looked in his eyes, mocked his mouth: "I haven't seen you in a few days, but you have changed a lot."
Cen Simiao looked up, with grievances and deep affection in her eyes, and she bit her lower lip tightly: "I always thought of Grandpa."
He looked down at Cen Simao, frowning, and suddenly leaned forward, his long fingers pinching her chin fiercely, Cen Simao's eyes suddenly became misty.
Li Zhixiu showed no pity: "What are you aggrieved? It's really brave to hide that I took the obstructive into the yard and take care of it."
Cen Simiao's tears fell, dripping on the back of his hand, her eyebrows moved, suddenly a little more charming, pursing her red lips, could not help choking: "Man, I miss you."
He was a little surprised in his eyes.
Suddenly Cen Simao raised her arm, tentatively touched the back of his other hand, and then gently held it, carefully: "I'm too lonely, I hate me, I can't come too often. I don't have children around me, I can only I live my life every day. With Yang Fuqing in there, I still don't miss my grandfather. "
With tears falling and she couldn't wipe it off, her expression was especially painful, and Li Zhixiu narrowed her eyes. Suddenly Cen Simiao shook his hand and slowly put it on her belly.
She said, "If Grandpa really can't tolerate him, then ask Grandpa to let me conceive your flesh before driving him away."
The door was not closed tightly. Yang Fuqing standing outside closed her lips tightly. The girl behind her was particularly worried that he rushed in and hurriedly grabbed his clothes.
He remained motionless, looking at the dagger he had forgotten to take at the table.