I Married Female Lead’s Crush

That night Su Qing faded her skirt, knees, and bruises on her calves, but they both startled.

Chuntao was distressed to die, while applying her ointment, tears fell down like gold beans.

Su Qing didn't say a word of comfort, but she sat there with some enthusiasm. When Shuang Qiao came to eat, she ate, and then she simply bathed and changed into clean clothes.

When I came in from the outside, I saw Gu Zifu sitting at the table and making tea.

He lifted his eyelids, and then immediately lowered his head to continue the movement in his hands, as if the people were just dispensable.

Su Qing stood in place, wrinkles pinched by the corners of her clothes, and then she walked over and sat down.

Last time the tea was not fresh, Si Ting deliberately bought the fine Yazhou Mengding Camellia from outside the customs.

Jiannan has the stone flower of Mengding, or the small square or scattered bud, the number is the first.

I heard that many people in the palace like it.

Su Qing doesn't know about tea, but she also knows that there are many rules for making tea, from water to tea, and from tea set to technique. Among them, the mood of tea makers is particularly calm and peaceful, so that they can get their ambivalence.

To her's amazement, Gu Zifu was actually very patient about this. He poured tea into the tea cup, the mist was sloppy, and his fingers nudged the tea cup in front of Su Qing.

"Taste it," he said, pouring himself a glass.

Su Qing carefully looked up at him, nodded, the tea cup was a little hot, she had to spit hot air in a small mouth, and waited for the temperature of the tea to be milder, she held up and took a light mouth.

The fragrance is pleasant, sweet and astringent.

Su Qing nodded and took a sip until she reached the bottom of the tea, she said, "It's delicious."

"Are you scared?"

Gu Zifu blew hot air and opened his mouth coolly.

"..." Su Qing raised her cheeks, looked up at him, and complained in her voice. "As long as Qiye is not scary, I will not be afraid."

Gu Zifu thought it was funny. He lowered the tea cup, looked at her, and said lazily, "Qiye didn't scare you. It's because you are too timid. It's like you were crying. Now. "

"Nonsense, obviously ..." At the halfway point, Su Qing shut her mouth very well.

She really had a playful mind to argue with this person. Even if she talked tonight, her lips would bubble up tomorrow, Qiye could say the words in black and white in reverse, and it was not enough to make herself angry.

After Su Qing finished her bath, her hair hadn't been wiped clean enough, and the water droplets fell along the hairline on the placket, and a water splash came out.

Gu Zifu narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his hand to pinch her face, both lightly and lightly.

Su Qing glared at him.

"... Qiye let go, Chuntao said that pinching his face would drool at night ..."

Upon hearing the saliva, Su Qing clearly felt Gu Zifu's stiffness, then saw him quickly retract his hand, and his eyes were disgusted.

"Why is your little girl so dirty?"

Su Qing rubbed her face and said nothing.

Her leg still hurt, she bowed her head and kneaded for a while, then went outside and let Chuntao take the cloth, and sat at the table to dry her hair.

By the time he came back, Gu Zifu had already lay inside and rested early.

Su Qing looked at the cold ground, and at the soft bed, she hesitated again and again, she decided to treat herself better.

Qiye said during the day that he would not use her to draw a bone fan.

Shouldn't it be a problem to get a bed?

After thinking about it, Su Qing still walked to the bed, stunned his quilt, and whispered: "Qiye, I want to sleep tonight."

No one responded.

"... I'm asleep then."

After speaking, Su Qing waited for a while, and saw that he still didn't move, so he went to blow out the candle, touched the black and sat on the bed, pulled the quilt lightly, and lay down side by side against the bed.

When I touched the bed, sleepiness came.

Rare to sleep well all night.

...

I slept well last night and didn't even have a nightmare. When Su Qing opened her eyes and sat up from the bed, she saw Gu Zi Fu Yan still sleeping.

She rubbed her eyes and patted her small face again, and her drowsy consciousness was slowly driven away.

The quilt was warm, she didn't want to move, she simply moved back and stared at Qiye ...

daze.

Qiyesheng looks good, has fair skin and exquisite facial features, especially the pair of fox eyes, which are very vivid. There was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, although that smile scared her a little.

Somehow, Qiye ’s words yesterday seemed to make her eat a reassurance pill. She raised her hand and touched her neck, and she felt a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, my head is here.

She moved her finger aside for half a minute, and accidentally touched the burned area. She retracted her hand subconsciously and lowered her eyes slightly, converging the unusual emotions at the bottom of her eyes.

Su Yingruo ... Are you a heroine ...

Just thinking, she looked down slightly, surprised Gu Zifu opened her eyes and stared at her.

With a stun in my heart, she moved backwards subconsciously, but forgot that she was still on the bed at the moment, and even a "grumbling" sound caused a person to roll to the ground with a quilt, so she didn't look embarrassed.

"It hurts ..."

Gu Zifu Weixu, sat up slowly, moved to the bed, frowning his head, and couldn't stop the smile under his eyes.

"Why are you stupid than Dabai."

Su Qing murmured, "I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid."

"Well, it's not stupid."

Su Qing looked up, faced the ridicule of his eyes, and felt hot on her face. She quickly got up and barefooted and folded the quilt on the bed.

The clothes to be worn today were brought by Chuntao yesterday. It was a water-pink dress, swaying brightly, and the peach flowers on the skirt were scattered on it.

She hadn't learned the bun, so she had to pull together casually, and a piece of green silk was scattered behind her.

She opened the closet and asked, "Qiye, which one are you going to wear today?"

Gu Zifu stretched a lazy waist and said casually, "anywhere."

Su Qing: "..."

The ghost knows what "anything" is.

She murmured, glanced over many clothes, and finally chose a leisurely black-colored wide-sleeved robe with thin ink moire embroidered on the placket, which was elegant and elegant.

Gu Zifu lazily got up.

Su Qing lowered her head, and the green silk behind her looked like smooth silk, covering her face. The intense blackness contrasted with her pale skin, and that delicate little face was pearly.

"Little pear vortex," he said suddenly.

Su Qing didn't hear clearly, looked up and asked again, "What did Qiye say?"

"Smile, Qiye wants to see Xiaoli Vortex."

Su Qing bowed her head and continued to dress him. "What's so beautiful about Lixu?"

The voice didn't fall, and it was so cold that he couldn't prevent a pain in his cheeks. Raising his eyes, he saw Gu Zifu's eyes smiling.

"Qing Qing is good, laugh one."

This is the second time Gu Zifu called her so intimate.

The first time was yesterday ...

Su Qing didn't dare to think about it, for she was afraid of something that she didn't know, she had to euphemistically say, "Seventh Lord let go, it hurts a little."

Gu Zifu loosened.

Su Qing rubbed her cheeks, pulled her lips and smiled at him, but then quickly lowered her head, "Qiye, I'm dressed, I'll go to the kitchen to see."

After speaking, I went out, and I was in a hurry. I was tripped by my feet and made the person behind me funny.

Shuangqiao's culinary skills are superb, with two side dishes, a plate of pastry, and the sweet rice noodles. Especially the vinegar catfish on the table, cut large pieces with live herring, burn it with oil, add sauce, vinegar, and wine spray, and the soup is more wonderful.

Even Su Qing, who seldom eats fish, usually moved a few chopsticks.

"Qiye."

Secretary Ting came in from the outside.

"Listen to someone who said that San Ye's wounds were inflamed last night, bruises all around, and a high fever, and even the doctor in the palace was waiting outside."

Su Qing eats porridge.

Gu Zi Fu Zheng clipped the vinegar catfish into a small dish, and chopsticks were used to pick the fishbone, and he inadvertently "um" said, "Please the doctor, whose reputation is it? Liu Ye? Qi Ye?"

According to him, Su Qing remembered that although Gu Fu was a family of merchants, there were two incompatible generals in the government. Coincidentally, these two generals did not have a good relationship with the old lady.

"No, it's Miss Yue."

Gu Hanyue?

Si Ting said: "I heard that Miss Yue had a good relationship with the seven princesses in the palace. She specially sent the royal doctor in the palace and brought many valuable medicinal herbs, saying that she must heal Sanya anyway." After speaking, he looked up at Su Qing.

Su Qing bowed her head and drank the porridge. She didn't notice his gaze and was swallowing the last bite. Qiye knocked her back at the table with a "knock".

She looked up and looked at him blankly.

Isn't it? How did this happen to her again?

"Those ledgers, how are you looking?" Gu Zifu finished eating the fish and wiped his hands with the parcel.

Si Ting resigned to the current situation.

Su Qing put down the bowl, did not expect how Gu Zifu conversation turned to the ledger, and had to lower his head, thinking about how to answer.

Although she didn't want to, she had to admit it.

Thinking of this, Su Qing inexplicably had the confidence, raised his head, his eyes were sincere, and his expression was faint.

"Qiye, I can't read."

Gu Zifu: "..."

Su Qing looked at Gu Zifu's speechlessness, and she felt a rush of emotion in her heart. She tickled the corners of her lips, and the little pear in her mouth was shallow and she looked cute. But when Gu Zifu turned his head to look at her, he quickly smiled again, and he was sorry for his illiteracy with a small face.

Gu Zifu raised an eyebrow.

"Really illiterate?"

Su Qing shook her head nicely, "I don't know."

Then she added: "Qiye kept Si Ting's account books piled up there, without seeing a word."

"It doesn't matter," Gu Zifu looked at Su Qing with a gentler look and an inexplicably mild tone. "Minger will teach you to write."

Su Qing's face turned white, and she shied away, "No, it's not necessary. The master is so busy. How can I bother Qiye and take more effort?"

Gu Zifu held his cheeks with one hand and looked at her helplessness. The only unpleasantness in his heart was washed away. He raised his eyes and locked her tightly, but was not half hostile, and said leisurely: "Who told you to ask a master, this is a trivial matter, Qiye is enough."

Su Qing stared at him staring, the fingertips in her sleeves trembling.

She asked with a trembling voice, "Qiye, are you serious?"

The author has something to say: To the little cutes, you may see the cover changing continuously in the next few days (laughs and cry.jpg)