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

An Le took Jiang Fu's hand, and said, "Yes, yes, that's it, keep a straight face, be sure to keep a straight face, and never laugh!"

She turned her head and took a quick look at Xie Cheng who was sitting on the carriage with his head exposed, took Jiang Fu's hand and continued, "Hold it, don't laugh!"

"Let me tell you, you can't get too used to him!" An Le spoke more and more vigorously, and hugged Jiang Fu's arm directly, the two of them slowed down a lot, An Le's cheek rubbed against Jiang Fu's arm, Seriously said, "How old is he, and he asks you to bring some food for a meal, and pretends to be pitiful if he has nothing to do, you can't follow his way, you know?"

"Let me tell you, if you continue like this, next time it won't just be as simple as adding vegetables, he will have to make an inch and let you feed him."

"It can't be like this, you know?"

"We can't be manipulated by the dog man!"

Jiang Fu was stupefied when she heard it. She was hugged by An Le's arms, and she worked hard to walk forward with a face on the floor. In the middle, she and the general briefly looked at each other, and she felt...

I'm so guilty.

"Don't laugh!" An Le let go of her hand, went around behind her, patted her on the back and said, "Hold it!"

With a sullen face, Jiang Fu nodded solemnly, "Yeah!"

The general has been...pretending to be pitiful recently, and he has nothing to do with him.

Qingqing is right, don't get used to it...

Used to?

It always feels a bit weird to use this word.

Jiang Fu pursed his lips until An Le patted her again and said goodbye to her.

Before parting, An Le did not forget to ask: "Don't forget what I said."

Jiang Fu nodded, watched her walk towards his carriage, then turned around and walked towards Xie Cheng.

Xie Cheng was sitting on the carriage, holding the curtain with his white hands like jade, looking at this side with his dark eyes, and he didn't make any other movements from the beginning to the end.

Eleven hadn't noticed anything wrong yet, watched Jiang Fu approaching, and said with a smile, "Miss Jiang, you figured it out, the general came over as soon as he came, and waited for you here all morning, but he didn't return home. "

Jiang Fu originally had a serious expression on his face, but immediately lost his mind after hearing the words, and asked in surprise, "I've been waiting here all morning, why?"

Do you have anything else to do, General?

Why wait here for her all morning?

Eleven raised his eyes and glanced cautiously at the carriage, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and said in a low voice, "This subordinate doesn't know either, he didn't say anything, so go up and ask yourself?"

Jiang Fu raised his head, stretched out an exaggeratedly white hand, and lifted the curtain in front, revealing that handsome and handsome face.

She stood under the carriage and watched. Although the people sitting in the carriage had their backs to the light, they could still vaguely see his deep and clear eyebrows. The black eyebrows were like unsheathed swords, which made people unable to move their eyes away.

Although I have seen this face many times, every time I look at it again, I will sigh from the bottom of my heart how much God loves him.

What a perfect face as if carved with fine brushwork.

Xie Cheng, who had not changed his court clothes, purple robe with a gold belt, and a crown with black hair, was leaning slightly to pull the curtain of the carriage for her.

He maintained that posture and looked at her quietly. Although he didn't speak, his black and white narrow eyes seemed to be able to speak. In the rippling waves, innocence and grievance were about to overflow.

Jiang Fu: "..."

Standing in front of the carriage, she didn't look at him, nor did she look at him.

But what is certain is that she can't bear to keep her face sullen...