Feng Fenghua has always known that Su Ye is a smart person and has excellent eyesight.

Although he is tepid on weekdays, he has hills and valleys in his heart.

She pursed her lips, swallowed the words that almost blurted out, and shook her head with a smile: "It's funny what you asked, I'm just a cousin, but you are his cousin, let's be close to her." Why did you come and ask me to come? ”

Su Ye didn't want to say anything when he saw her snorting, so he didn't ask, but just smiled and said, "Yes, I'll ask her another day." However, if she pees and listens to you, you should persuade her. ”

When Feng Fenghua heard this, he immediately aroused the doubts in his heart: "These words are more and more strange, the number of times I have met with Zheng'er over the years is only a handful. It's only been a few more times since we've seen each other these days, how can I say that she pee and listen to me? ”

The last time Su Yuan said this, she felt curious in her heart.

At that time, I wanted to ask, but I felt that the occasion was not quite right, so I put up with it and didn't ask.

Later, Su Zheng came out with that incident, and she didn't want to ask.

Su Ye shrugged: "I don't know about this either." It's just that once, when she came back from Fengfu, every time the second aunt asked her to go again, she always said, you don't let her step into Fengfu before Jilu. ”

Feng Fenghua became more and more puzzled in his heart, but seeing that Su Ye didn't know, he didn't ask any more.

When the gatekeeper saw the two coming, he hurriedly greeted them: "Young Master, Miss Cousin, you are here." ”

Feng Fenghua nodded.

Su Ye also nodded: "Miss Biao is here to see my sister, I still have some things, you take her to Zhengrong Pavilion and tell the second aunt by the way." ”

"Yes." The little guy agreed, "Miss Cousin, please come here." ”

Feng Fenghua smiled at Su Ye, thanked him, and followed the little guy.

Yingge followed behind him, and also followed to the Zhengrong Pavilion.

This "Zhengrong Pavilion" was originally called "Zhengrong Pavilion", and the aunt hoped that her daughter could have Rongde.

When Su Zheng grew up, he thought that the word "Zhengrong" was not atmospheric enough, so he spontaneously changed it to the word "Zhengrong".

Feng Fenghua also likes these two words very much.

"Reminiscing about the past, the years are thick".

Grandpa Mao's poems always have a majestic atmosphere, which makes people read them, and a feeling of passion rises in their chests.

Su Zheng's personal maid Agarwood was carrying a tray into the house, and heard someone calling: "Sister Agarwood, Miss Biao is here." ”

Agarwood turned her head suddenly, and when she saw Feng Fenghua, she seemed to be a little excited.

Feng Fenghua saw her, hurriedly put the tray in his hand on the windowsill next to her, and hurriedly greeted her.

When she stood in front of Feng Fenghua, Feng Fenghua saw her red eyes and tears in her eyes: "Miss Cousin, you are here!" Hurry up and persuade my young lady! ”

Although she came in a hurry, she still did not forget to salute.

Feng Fenghua hurriedly held her arm: "What's wrong with your young lady?" ”

"You come with the slave first, and the slave will tell you." Agarwood hurriedly got up and raised his hand to wipe the tears on his face.

The little guy hurriedly retired.

Feng Fenghua followed Agarwood to the courtyard.

Agarwood said as she walked: "Since the old birthday banquet of Boge came back, my young lady refused to go out, lying in bed all day long, not moving, and not talking. When Madame came, she ignored her. Feed her, and she will eat. I invited a doctor to come, but I only said that there was nothing wrong, it was a heart disease. But no matter how much the lady asked, she would not say. ”

Feng Fenghua knew that it was extremely difficult for ancient women to accept this kind of thing in their hearts.

No matter who the other party is, it is a harm to Su Zheng in the end.

Probably Su Zheng's performance that day was too good that she ignored this matter, right?

She is still too used to applying such avant-garde ideas to Su Zheng.

In this era, this kind of thing happened, and Su Zheng didn't look for a short-sightedness, which is a blessing.

"Alright, I got it. Give me this, and you won't go in. Feng Fenghua took the tray of agarwood in his hand and asked the two to stay.

The two nodded, helped Feng Fenghua open the door, and quietly guarded the door.

Su Zheng's house is not like the house of other young ladies.

There were swords hanging all over her room, and it always gave people a very rigid feeling, like a female general's room.

There were no curtains on her bed, and even the carved wooden bed was carved with the pattern of ten thousand horses galloping.

There were no bookshelves in the room, no drawings of ladies, but a few volumes of territorial maps, full of annotations.

Feng Fenghua looked at this room and smiled a little in his heart.

This girl really thinks of herself as a general!

Su Zheng was lying on the bed at this time, and the quilt on his body was the only one with a feminine atmosphere in this room.

The pink quilt cover embroidered with orchid petals made the face of the woman on the bed look more and more pale.

Feng Fenghua walked over with the tray and put it on the low stool in front of the bed.

Inside the tray was a bowl of rice porridge still steaming.

"Zheng'er." Feng Fenghua called softly, placing her face above Su Zheng's eyes so that she could see herself.

Su Zheng's straight eyes finally reacted.

She lowered her eyelids slightly and looked at Feng Fenghua.

"Cousin." The dryness of her throat caused by not speaking for a long time made the two words she spit out extremely weak, and even only the fluctuation of the air flow, but she could not hear the sound.

Feng Fenghua got up and poured her a glass of water: "Drink some water." ”

Su Zheng glanced at her hand, obediently let Feng Fenghua help her sit up, and drank two sips of water.

"Are you going to just lie down like that?" Putting down the water glass, Feng Fenghua looked directly at Su Zheng, so that she had nowhere to avoid her eyes.

Su Zheng shook his head, and the whole person looked like a walking corpse without a soul: "Cousin, I don't know what to do." ”

Her voice was still a little weak, but she did speak.

Feng Fenghua frowned: "If you want to be with him, you can get married." If you don't want to, forget it. Here's what you said. ”

"But cousin, I ......" Su Zheng choked up again.

She also knew that it was her own words.

She also always thought that she could do it.

However, no matter what time it was, the events of that day always haunted her, and she always reminded herself that she was an unclean woman.

She didn't dare to face her mother, she didn't dare to face her eldest brother, or even anyone else, for fear that they would know her secret.

She couldn't force him, and she didn't want others to force him.

But she really didn't know how to deal with others.

Everyone's eyes just looked at her, and it made her feel uncomfortable, as if someone had seen through it all at once.

She kept this secret so hard.

Tears fell and dripped on the quilt embroidered with flower petals, blurring and blooming into delicate flowers.

Feng Fenghua sighed lightly and stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms: "Zheng'er, I know you are very painful and entangled. But that's not how secrets are kept. The more you are, the more abnormal you are, the more likely you are to have your secrets exposed, you know? ”

Everyone has a secret that they want to keep as much as they can, and they become abnormal for the sake of this secret.

It's like a poor man who suddenly makes a lot of money, trying his best to hold on to the little hard-earned money in his arms, and look like a thief or robber, but the more strange his eyes are, the easier it is for people to find.

It's better to be calm, just if you don't have this money in your arms.

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