The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Xie Cheng: "...?"

What about otherwise?

The little girl standing outside the veil turned her head. Although she couldn't see clearly, Xie Cheng could clearly sense the timidity in her eyes.

Xie Cheng: "..."

He began to doubt himself a little. Was it really fierce the day he came back and scared her?

He pondered for a few seconds, nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Yes."

The people outside seemed to be relieved, turned around and walked towards his desk, found a pen, dipped it in the ink carefully, and walked in with it and the paper.

The veil was lifted by a plain white hand, and a faint fragrance permeated the air, which was fresh and elegant.

Xie Cheng raised his eyes, and met a small white face, just like winter jasmine flowers in the mountains in spring, clusters of which are rushing to bloom, bright and elegant.

She held a pen and paper in her sallow hands, a section of bright white was exposed from the sleeve embroidered with small pale yellow flowers, and her white wrist was frosted, making it difficult to move one's eyes away.

She seemed to be a little afraid of him, and walked forward cautiously, handing over a pen and paper with her eyes lowered, her eyebrows lowered and her eyes pleasing to the eye, showing an indescribable gentleness.

When those white delicate hands stretched out, Xie Cheng's whole body tensed up uncontrollably, he took the pen and paper slowly, and collected himself.

He lowered his eyes and wrote a line of small characters. The handwriting looked a little floating, and there were only a few words, which seemed to be indescribably scribbled. When you read it, you can tell that the master's heart is in a mess.

Xie Cheng: "..."

He looked at the words on the receipt, and suddenly he didn't want to give it to her.

It's really ugly to write.

It's not that she thinks his handwriting is ugly, it's just that showing her such handwriting will damage his reputation as a great general.

Xie Cheng pursed his lips, tightened his slender fingers, trying to rub the paper.

Jiang Fu, who was standing on the soft edge, watched his movements and frowned slowly, isn't it finished?

Why not give it to her?

Seeing the corners of the written note crumpled by his fingers, Jiang Fu opened his eyes wide. Could this person want to take the written note back?

"General!" Jiang Fu lowered his eyes to look at him, his slender and thick eyelashes were drooping, his peach cheeks were reddish, and he seemed a little annoyed, and suddenly said, "Have you finished writing?"

Xie Cheng paused, raised his eyes and looked at her, feeling a little guilty.

He almost never felt this way.

He lowered his eyes, raised his hand, and handed her the crumpled paper that he had squeezed.

Leaning over with lightly fragrant fingertips, he took the paper away.

Jiang Fu lowered his eyes, stood in front of him and looked at it seriously.

Xie Cheng suddenly remembered something. Jiang Fu's family situation was not good before, and he seemed to have never studied.

He tilted his head and raised his eyes.

The little girl was standing beside his couch, her pale yellow skirt was embroidered with small yellow flowers of a darker color than the skirt, dotted in clusters, making her skin extremely white.

She doesn't seem to have grown out yet, her face is white and soft, with a little baby fat.

I don't know when he got the idea, Xie Cheng looked at that face and wanted to poke it.

It must be very soft.

After Jiang Fu finished reading, she lowered her eyes and folded the paper, put it away carefully, and then saw Xie Cheng's strange eyes.

Jiang Fu: "?"

She paused, then kept that posture and asked, "General?"

Xie Cheng was brought back to his senses by her shout, and immediately looked away, as if he had done something wrong, he touched his nose and said, "Can you read?"

It's a question without any malice.

It was only then that Jiang Fu realized, Oh, so it was because of this that he looked at her so strangely.

She said: "Yes, after I came to the General's Mansion, my ancestor... the old lady invited me to have a husband."