Happy Marriage

The voice was a little high, and it suddenly jumped up, making An Sheng stunned for a while, and the hand holding the plate stayed where he was, at a loss.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Leng Nanxian's hand holding the book clenched and loosened, then clenched again, which seemed extremely contradictory.

"Take it away, I won't eat it."

Leng Nanxian's words were still very blunt, and he threw it towards An Sheng, making his heart hurt.

"Why so fierce?" An Sheng murmured in a low voice.

Leng Nanxian looked at her aggrieved face, and felt that Xu was talking too much, so he softened.

"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, you can take it away. You can go back now and come back in the year."

An Sheng bit his lower lip lightly, summoned up his courage and asked, "Master, did An Sheng just leave with Shizi Yu, are you angry?"

Leng Nanxian said indifferently: "Let or stay, that's your own freedom, why should I be angry?"

An Sheng also felt that Leng Nanxian was inexplicably angry.

He is indeed at odds with Shizi Yu, but he just said a few words to Shizi Yu, so why is he so angry?

He carefully accompanied the smiling face, like coaxing a child. He was still so cold and cold, and he choked when he spoke.

An Sheng suddenly felt aggrieved.

Leng Nanxian picked up the book at hand again, without even looking at An Sheng.

An Sheng hesitated for a while, not knowing what to say, turned around and left.

After leaving the door of the room, the more I thought about it, the more I felt aggrieved. I felt the heat in my eyes. I blinked, and tears really fell down.

She was holding the plate of dumplings in her hand, and tears fell on it.

There was still a little bit of warmth left on the bottom of the plate.

It should be dumplings that have just been cooked.

An Sheng sniffed, wiped his eyes, looked at the gray sky, and his heart became obscure.

When Master is in a bad mood, Xia Ansheng will be sad too.

Sister Feng got out of the kitchen and greeted her, "An Sheng is back? Come and help me make dumplings."

An Shengfu glanced at the window sadly again, and made a low "um".

The door is made of bluestone, which forms a thin layer of ice after the snow falls, which is a bit slippery.

She was absent-minded, her feet slipped, and she sat down with a "poof", exclaiming.

She was still holding the plate of dumplings in her hand, so she didn't use her arms to support the ground. The fall was so strong that she couldn't help grinning, and the pain didn't stop for a while.

The cotton curtain of the clinic moved, and then the silence returned.

When Sister Feng heard the sound, she hurriedly helped her: "Why are you so careless?"

There was heat in An Sheng's eyes, and the snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, which immediately melted and fell tremblingly. She just took advantage of this excuse to have red eyes.

"It just slipped and it hurts to death."

She limped and followed Sister Feng into the kitchen, and a warm feeling hit her face, which made her shiver uncontrollably.

Sister Feng raised the kettle on the stove and poured her a bowl of **** soup: "Hurry up and take two sips, your hands are freezing cold."

An Sheng held the hot porcelain bowl, took a sip, put brown sugar, and it was sweet.

"Why didn't this dumpling boy move?" Sister Feng sighed, "I didn't eat at noon, so I cooked dumplings in advance and brought them to him."

"Sister Feng," An Sheng said in a sullen voice, "Master seems to be mad at me, and he was mad at me just now, and urged me to leave early."

Sister Feng kneaded the dough in her hand until it was as smooth as egg white, without raising her head: "He's not angry, he's just **** off with himself."

"Pissed off? What's your anger?" An Sheng asked in surprise.

Mrs. Feng's subordinates paused for a while, before asking instead, "What did you say to you just now, Shizi Yu?"

An Sheng blushed, lowered his head in a guilty conscience, and drank a sip of **** soup in a fluster: "No, I didn't say anything, just a few gossip."

Sister Feng already understood it, turned her face around, and asked An Sheng straight to the point: "Did you agree to him?"

"A, what did you promise?" An Sheng asked with a guilty conscience.

"Naturally, I agreed to what Yu Shizi asked."

An Sheng hesitantly asked, "How do you know what Yu Shizi wants to say to me?"

Sister Feng smiled "hehe", and swiftly rolled the dough into long strips with a kitchen knife and cut it into noodle pieces of the same size.

"Guess."

An Sheng bowed his head in embarrassment: "Sister Feng, I"

Sister Feng picked up the rolling pin and started rolling out the skin, and round pieces of dough flew out from under her hands: "The conditions of Shizi Yu are the dream of many girls in Beijing who want to marry. The future Mrs. Hou, Power, wealth, and glory are all in one, and even an imperial concubine is unwilling to exchange it. Unexpectedly, Yu Shizi is a smart eye, and he fell in love with you at a glance. "

An Sheng washed the bowl in his hand, and dipped a pair of wet hands, not knowing for a while whether he should step forward to help. Always feel a little embarrassed.

"I didn't think so much, I just wanted to find someone who was kind to me." An Sheng said hesitantly.

"Then how do you think Yu Shizi treats you?"

"He is kind to me, of course it's good."

Sister Feng turned her face around and asked solemnly, "What about the young master? Who of the two treats you well?"

"Of course it's Master." An Sheng blurted out.

Sister Feng smiled with satisfaction: "Then do you like the son more, or Yu Shizi more?"

An Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then a bright red glow appeared on his face in an instant: "How can it be the same?"

"My son has picturesque eyebrows, extraordinary bearing, gentleness like jade, and profound knowledge, but he is a rare good man in the world, and he is not inferior to Yu Shizi. Look at how many ladies and daughters in Chang'an City are fond of him. He is good to you, let Sister Feng say, my son is the one who is entrusted to him for life." Sister Feng said meaningfully.

An Sheng tugged at the crony with his fingers nervously, and muttered in a low voice, "Sister Feng said nonsense, Master, he doesn't want to see me at all."

"Who said Young Master doesn't want to see you anymore?" Sister Feng asked with a smile.

"He said I was ugly and stupid, and he was always making fun of me. I often made him angry, and I was worried every day whether I would be kicked out of the medicine house by him one day."

Sister Feng looked at An Sheng from side to side, seeing her shy face, she secretly rejoiced: "Silly girl, my son treats you so well, Qian Zhou looks jealous, but you say that son doesn't want to see you. Why don't you realize it?"

An Sheng slowly rubbed over, picked up the dough on the chopping board and started making dumplings. The dumplings are filled with pork and cabbage, and it smells like a mouth-watering aroma.

The dumplings made by Mrs. Feng were kneaded with one pleat after another, and the dumplings lay down. On the other hand, An Sheng squeezed one with his fingers, which was fast and beautiful, and a round belly with a pocket of oil in it.

"I naturally know that Master treats me well. In this world, apart from my sister, he is the only one who treats me the best." An Sheng bit his lower lip gently: "So, in my heart, I don't really want to go anywhere, and I don't want to marry. I really want to accompany Master and you all in the medicine house for a lifetime."

Sister Feng was suddenly overjoyed: "Didn't you promise Yu Shizi?"

An Sheng blinked and said hesitantly, "I haven't thought about it yet, and I'm a little confused, so I rejected him."

The rolling pin under Mrs. Feng turned cheerfully, and the smile reached the corner of her eyes: "Silly girl, what's wrong? Tell Mrs. Feng."

An Sheng twisted and said, "Sister Feng, what do you mean by liking someone?"

Sister Feng said without hesitation: "If you like someone, you are happy to be with him."

"Yu Shizi is very good to me, and I am actually very happy to be with him. I think I still like him very much in my heart. But when I think of marrying him, why do I feel empty in my heart?"

"That's because liking is not the same as love."

"Why is it different?"

"Like is to be very happy together, and love is to be together even if you are not happy."

An Sheng lived a few more years in vain from his previous life, but he never liked a person. I was ignorant, and I couldn't understand the emotions myself, and I kept cutting. After listening to Sister Feng's explanation, I felt even more puzzled.

"Why are you together when you're not happy?"

Sister Feng sighed softly: "Just like Sister Feng's short-lived man, we always quarrel together, and feel like a needle stick when we get angry, but neither of us can't leave the other. In the world, there will always be such a person who makes you cry countless times, but smiles and forgives."

Sister Feng mentioned the past for the first time.

An Sheng had heard Qianzhou say before, that Sister Feng was married, but the man died under the sword of the enemy in order to save her, leaving Sister Feng alone, alone and without children.

An Sheng said stubbornly: "Fortunately, I don't. If anyone dares to make me sad, I will turn around and leave immediately, without thinking or hesitating, so I won't pay attention to him."

"Even if it's Yu Shizi?"

An Sheng said naturally: "That's natural, what should I do to please him in a low voice?"

"What about my son? If he makes you sad, what will you do?"

An Sheng said without hesitation, "Master will not make me sad."

"Then why did you stay in the yard just now?"

An Sheng was speechless for a moment, as if his mind was pierced by Mrs. Feng's words, and he didn't know how to answer.

"I'm just sad, worried that I'm making Master angry again." She finally found a high-sounding excuse for herself.

Sister Feng smiled "hehe": "Don't be sad. Sister Feng will cook dumplings for you in a while. Just ignore the son."

An Sheng pursed his lips and shook his head: "I won't eat it, Sister Feng, I'll go back now. I'll give you an early life in advance."

"Then how can it be?" Sister-in-law Feng said with a face: "These dumplings are made for you to eat. I will cook them for you now."

She turned around to change the pot and boiled water, but was stopped by An Sheng.

"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat."

"Silly girl, people are iron, and rice is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be so hungry. If you say something unpleasant, you won't eat?" Sister Feng said angrily.

An Sheng bit his lower lip sadly, and was in a state of confusion for a while, but he really had no appetite.

"It's me who is upset and can't eat it." An Sheng finished wrapping the last dumpling, clapped the flour on his hands, and forced a smile: "There are still many things in the house, I will go back earlier today."

"Hey"

Sister Feng wanted to comfort a few words, An Sheng had already left the medicine house sadly, and hurriedly got on the carriage outside the door in the wind and snow.