Chapter 18

Chen Jin was almost crying. Chu Xiuming looked at Chen Jin who was almost quenching into the quilt, reached out and touched her head, and said, "Since I heard that I am so scary, why do you still want to marry me?"

"You can't marry..." Chen Jin sniffed, looked at Chu Xiuming carefully, and found that he was not angry. He glanced at him for confirmation a few more times, then moved out secretly, exposed his head, neck and shoulders, and asked with courage, "When were you at the door?"

Chu Xiuming sat sideways on the edge of the bed, which means that this little fool would tell the truth at this time. Just as she said, marrying him was helpless and he had to marry him. However, although it was the truth, it sounded really uncomfortable. He reached out and knocked Chen Jin's forehead before saying, "After the top scholar parading."

This is not the beginning! Chen Jin widened his eyes and looked at Chu Xiuming condemnly. How could he eavesdrop on people talking for so long? He clearly looked like a gentleman, how could he make the villain act?

Although Chen Jin didn't say it, his face clearly showed his thoughts. Chu Xiuming couldn't help but stretch out his fingers, poked her forehead, and pressed her back to the bed, causing a red fingerprint to be added between her eyebrows. It didn't hurt, but it felt a little strange. Chen Jin looked at Chu Xiuming foolishly.

"Close your eyes." Chu Xiuming said.

Chen Jin subconsciously closed his eyes. Chu Xiuming's voice sounded very nice, "When you wake up, I will tell Anping and the others how I broke into a bandit's nest at night and killed 786 people in a row."

The blush stained Chen Jin's cheeks. She grabbed the quilt with both hands and closed her eyes and shrank into the quilt. It was so shameful that the person behind her was rumored to be heard by the person involved...

"By the way, even if a person keeps swinging his sword, he will never cut off 786 heads overnight. Not to mention that people will be tired, even the blade will be rolled up." Chu Xiuming stood beside the bed and finally stopped making things difficult for Chen Jin. He was afraid that Chen Jin would either suffocate himself to death in the quilt or to be embarrassed to death. "And I dare not break in the bandit nest of 786 people." After that, Chu Xiuming gently pinched Chen Jin's face and carefully pulled it onto the bed curtain before leaving.

Chen Jin heard the sound of closing the door, then moved out of the quilt bit by bit. He blinked his eyes and stretched out his hand to touch the part between his eyebrows, and then touched his somewhat burning ears. The general's voice sounded so nice... But why did he keep mentioning the number 786? Could it be that he was dissatisfied with saying 786?

I got up and pulled out the cushion and threw it aside. Then I got back into the quilt, yawned and thought in a daze that the general would come to express his satisfaction with her today, so what was he satisfied with? I thought about what happened today carefully, so the general felt that she had arranged the messenger right?

Chen Jin felt that she understood a little. Since she was satisfied, she wouldn't be the 787th one...

This time, Chen Jin woke up naturally. After hearing the movement, Madam Zhao, who was guarding outside, told Anping to go to the kitchen to serve warm goat milk, add almonds to remove the smell of fishy smell. The days in the border town have come to abstain from the food in the general's mansion, and Chen Jin has also restored the day when he can order food every day.

After drinking a small bowl of goat milk, Chen Jin got out of bed. Because the sun had already begun to go down, the demon-European American took another cloak and wrapped it in Chen Jin, and then walked leisurely towards the front yard.

The two messengers had not finished writing, and they didn't know whether it was the servant's negligence or other reasons, but no one prepared a chair for them. From the time they stood in the morning until now, both of them were a little unable to hold on.

Seeing that Chen Jin's face was not good-looking and even had a humiliating expression, Chen Jin first looked at the four dishes and one soup that were cold aside. These four dishes were all meat dishes. The only thing that was considered vegetarian was fried cabbage, but there was no intention of being passive. He frowned and said, "Have you written your memorial?"

"Even if you humiliate your subordinates like this, you will not surrender." One envoy said, and although the other one did not speak, he agreed on his face.

Chen Jin frowned and said, "Don't call me princess anymore. After getting married, you can call me Mrs. Bo."

"Madam Bo, don't care about him." The envoy said in a deep voice, "When we return to the capital, we will report to the Lord according to the truth."

Chen Jin looked at the two people who were angry in confusion in confusion, and after thinking for a while, he didn't feel that he was humiliating and treating them slowly. They all had four dishes, one soup and rice. Some time ago, the three of them ate two dishes, one horse meat and one pickle dish.

The civil servants from the capital really couldn't endure hardships. Chen Jin sighed in his heart and said, "The border town is bitter and cold, are you still not satisfied with four dishes and one soup?"

"Forget it, since you don't want to eat, just take it down." Before they could speak, Chen Jin said, "By the way, have you not written your memorial yet?"

"You..." The messenger was so angry that Chen Jin looked at them like a child who was ignorant and picky about food. "Is this thing eaten by humans? It's sour..."

The following words were silently swallowed by all the servants of the General's Mansion. These servants of the General's Mansion were different from those from the capital. Both men and women had been on the battlefield and had truly seen blood.

Chen Jin's face sank down and said, "Rare! From the husband to the guards in the mansion, all the food is eaten."

Uncle Yongning ate this? The two messengers looked at each other and obviously didn't believe it. Chen Jin was really angry. He glanced at the cold dish and cold soup next to him, turned his head to look at Mama Zhao and asked, "Didn't I ask my husband's subordinates to write a copy for the two adults to copy?"

Mama Zhao said calmly, "I gave it to the two adults with my own hands. It was placed in the upper left corner of the desk, and there were also letters written by the wife to Prince Rui and the others below."

Chen Jin looked at the two messengers who looked like iron ash, thought for a while and said, "I understand."

What do you understand? Not only were the two messengers confused, but even Ma Ma Zhao and the others couldn't understand what Chen Jin was talking about.

"No wonder you are unwilling to write. I heard from my mother that literati have the so-called character, and you are unwilling to copy other people's articles." Chen Jin understood his mistakes at this time, but said with a very good attitude, "I am not very careful, but you shouldn't waste food."

The two messengers were about to spurt out their blood. The point was that they were unwilling to copy, but that they were unwilling to write. After writing, they would wait to go back and be cleaned up by the emperor. But looking at Chen Jin's sincere look, they were so angry that they felt that they could not speak in the court. If they were not angry to death, they would definitely be better for those generals in the future.

"Forget it, Anping asked someone to send two back to the inn..." Chen Jin remembered that these people from Beijing moved to the inn because they disliked the bad conditions of the inn. She heard Madam Zhao mention it, but she really didn't remember the name, so she went there vaguely.

The two envoys thought that Chen Jin was sincerely remorseful, and his eyes lit up immediately, "Madam Bo, it is said that knowing mistakes can improve the greatest possible way."

"Yes." Chen Jin nodded in agreement, "Since you also think it's wrong to waste food, Anping asked someone to pack up the four dishes and one soup and send them to the two adults. Don't waste them, both adults."

After hearing this, Anping quickly took the little maid to clean up. He also thoughtfully chose a few big men with a back and a bear-back to escort the two envoys. Although the number of people was not as high as the soldiers from the capital, the soldiers who had experienced countless battles in the border town could solve the minimum of five people in the capital. Besides, the whole people in the border town were soldiers, and the hawkers turned into soldiers in a wave of their hand.

Chen Jin continued, "Please trouble you guys. You will wait for a while in the inn and wait for the two adults to finish writing the memorials, and send the letters I wrote to my home to the station together."

"Madam, don't worry, let's leave this small matter to us." The guard leader said with a serious look on his face.

Chen Jin sighed, "It was because I was not thinking carefully enough that the two messengers were wronged. You just think that they would apologize for me." After that, he looked at Anping, "Give some silver to the guards, you don't have to stand stupidly waiting for the two adults. Some literati will have to be brewed for a long time before they can start writing these twelves. These twelve taels of silver are just considered as I have invited you to drink."

Anping responded crisply, "Don't worry, madam."

Chen Jin thought for a while, and felt that he had thought very thoroughly. He said, "Then let it be."

After listening to the servant's report in the study, Chu Xiuming and Chu Xiuyuan were both amused and crying, afraid that Chen Jin's self-considered arrangement would make the two messengers hate him. Chu Xiuyuan said, "Brother, my sister-in-law was not like this before you came back..." What? He couldn't find a word to describe it.

Chu Xiuming lowered his eyes slightly and wrote the last word. Then he stopped and put it aside. If it weren't for the calluses on his hands, it wouldn't be like the hand of a military general, but more like the hand of a noble young man who was raised in his family. "That's because she doesn't speak."

Chu Xiuyuan thought about it and it was really like this. During the time before Chu Xiuming came back, Chen Jin counted all the five fingers that he had said to him. His impression of this sister-in-law has only become truly vivid now. In the past? He remembered the ball that silently shrank beside the maid, "But my sister-in-law has lost a lot."

Had you lost a lot? Chu Xiuming thought of the smooth and soft feel at noon. If he was fatter, he would have been softer. Later, he asked Mama Zhao how to raise her little wife to be fat... to keep her healthier.

Chu Xiuyuan looked at his brother's thoughtful look and thought about the difficult problem he hadn't said just now, "Brother, what are you thinking?"

My little lady seems to be a little afraid of the cold. There are a few white fox furs in the mansion, which seems not enough to make a piece of clothing. When winter comes, I will make a few pieces of leather or exchange some with people. The little lady is wrapped in fluffy and white fur...

Chu Xiuming's eyes flashed, his expression remained unchanged at all. He said calmly, "Let the kitchen roast a rabbit to eat tonight and apply some honey."
Chapter completed!