The other people's names are neatly arranged, but these two stains are blurred, as if they are typos: "Who is this person?"

Jiang Sheng lowered his head and glanced: "Cui Xiao."

Su Shiyilu passed it in her mind and vaguely felt that it was a familiar name: "He is dead? Do you paint his name?"

Jiang Sheng: “…No.”

It is because of the other party's literati's teachings that cannot be written well.

Su Shiyilu: "How can he be behind Lin Lingde?"

"A moment of thought, if you lose your widow and defeat your wife, the Red Luan Star will fall."

Su Shiyilu lost interest as soon as he heard this.

"What kind of bad luck is this?" In his opinion, the punishment that does not hurt him is not painful. "There are more ministers in Kangguo who have no wives and men, and there are not more people."

Jiang Sheng summarized the book: "What do you know?"

Su Shiyilu sneered: "I understand so much."

Jiang Sheng thoughtfully said, "That's right, widowed wife is not a big deal for you, it's not just a cliché."

Su Shiyilu felt that she was sarcastic.

Little did they know that at this time there was another person who was in the same mood as him.

In order to facilitate training and training, Lin Feng did not live in the military camp for a while, but lived nearby in a neighboring courtyard. The former owner of this courtyard was also a elegant master. Even those who did not know how to show off could see the preciousness. When Kang Guo fought in, the owner of the courtyard fled elsewhere, and the courtyard was abandoned.

It just happened to be a temporary residence for Lin Feng.

When she went back, the lights were on in the yard.

The light casts a tall figure on the window paper.

Lin Feng's pace accelerated a little: "Brother!"

The young scholar looked back and saw Lin Feng's moment when he saw Lin Feng's eyes. Judging from his appearance, the young man was somewhat similar to Lin Feng, and he could tell at a glance that they were related to blood. The young man picked her up with a lantern, and warm food was already arranged in the house.

The food is simple, but it is a long-lost childhood taste.

The young scholar returned to his original place to peel the lotus pods: "You have been back late late and are frowning, but have you encountered something difficult?"

Lin Feng said: "The training of troops was not very smooth."

The young scholar was not surprised by this and said casually: "Most soldiers from the Kang State were from the northwest and there was less water in the northwest. In this case, few of them had good water properties. If they fought against the people in the southwest, they would fight against the enemy's strengths with their own weaknesses. How could they not suffer any losses?"

Lin Feng held the bowl and brought the soup into his stomach.

"Oh, this is a last resort."

Speaking of this, the young scholar did not continue to ask.

After peeling the lotus pod, he picked up the embroidery shed from his hand, skillfully threading needles and threading. Lin Feng used the candlelight to read the words of the military books. The atmosphere of the two was harmonious, and there was only the beeping sound of the candlelight burning in the air.

After a long time, a purse came to Lin Feng's hand.

The young scholar added fuel to the candlestick. When he saw Lin Feng put the military books on one side, he took out the dress he had prepared during the day and asked Lin Feng to go back to the house to try the size and length. If it was not suitable, he would change it.

"My second brother can go to the hall and go to the kitchen. If this condition is in China, I don't know how many girls you like." If someone helps to take care of trivial matters, the head of the family can be at ease to work hard outside for a career future. Unfortunately, there are not many men who like to assist.

A woman with this kind of ambition often has to choose to take a favor.

The average level of men who are willing to marry into a married woman is not very high.

The young man had obviously understood the style of Kang Guo and could understand what Lin Feng said, so he raised his hand to knock on her forehead: "Noisy."

Lin Feng went to try the size and it was just right, and she liked when she was young: "My little sister didn't joke. Brother is much better than me. My stitches are the only ones who don't dislike me. Apart from them, even the senior brother has to dislike me."

"It's not good for a girl to be popular, so it's okay if you have talent and learn."

The young scholar waved her over.

Lin Feng stretched out his hand and asked the other party to get closer to change his sleeves.

Looking at the young man's gentle eyebrows under the candlelight, Lin Feng couldn't help but soften his tone, and his thoughts returned to more than ten years ago: "I remember when I was six years old, I was fighting with my brother, stepped on my skirt, and my sleeves cracked. This is how my mother took the needle and thread to sew it with me..."

That was her favorite dress.

She only recognized this one, and Ah Niang promised to replace it with the same sanction: [Jiaojiao doesn't want it! Jiaojiao wants it!]

Children who grow up in love have the privilege of acting cute.

My mother had no choice but to mend it herself, and Lin Feng burst into tears and smiled. The brother in front of him looked very much like a lady.

Young scribe: "I don't remember very much."

Looking at the sleeves that were completely unseen after the modification, Lin Feng felt sorry for him: "Brother has suffered over the years..."

You can judge from the details without asking.

My brother's outfit is relatively simple and has no magnanimous and festive style in my memory. The fabric of this dress is not bad, but it is not as good as it is. I remember that she had studied the gifts with her mother before when she lived in the inner house. She clearly remembered that the brother had to dress up twenty or thirty new clothes every season in the account. One set was probably worn for at most two or three times. When it was treated as an old clothes, she looked brand new.

Each set has corresponding accessories.

Not to mention patching, he can't even wear needles.

Now he is skilled in the girl. It is conceivable that in the past years, he must have to learn these due to living conditions.

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Chapter completed!