The more outstanding she was, the more unhappy Su Shiyilu felt.

Always thinking that the other party can fall into the quagmire.

Jiang Sheng said: "If your hands and feet are against the wall, there will be blood disaster."

Su Shiyilu became interested as soon as he heard this and wanted to clap his hands and say, "Okay, okay, what a sibling rivalry. No, she is not the head of the Lin family. She is alone. How can she be related by blood?"

Jiang Sheng didn't say much.

Su Shiyilu saw two more stains next to Lin Feng.

The names of other people were neat and tidy, but these two stains were blurred, as if they were typos: "Who is this person?"

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

Su Shiyilu went through it in his mind and vaguely thought it was a familiar name: "He is dead? Did you black out his name?"

Jiang Sheng: "...No."

It was because I was influenced by the way of the other party’s scribes that I couldn’t write well.

Su Shiyilu: "Why is he ranked behind Lin Lingde?"

"With a single thought, the widow will destroy the wife, and the red star will fall."

Su Shiyilu lost interest as soon as he heard this.

"What kind of bad luck is this?" In his opinion, any punishment that does not hurt him is indifferent. "There are so many courtiers in Kang State who have no wives, and one more of him is not much."

Jiang Sheng closed the slip: "What do you know?"

Su Shiyilu sneered: "I understand very well."

Jiang Sheng said thoughtfully: "That's right. Being widowed and subjugating your wife is really not that big of a deal for you. It doesn't mean that your siblings are fighting against each other."

Su Shiyilu felt like he was being irritated by evil spirits.

Little did he know that there was another person who had the same thoughts as him at this time.

In order to facilitate training and grinding, Lin Feng did not live in the military camp these days, but lived in an unowned villa nearby. The previous owner of this villa was also an elegant owner, and even an inexperienced person could use the furnishings.

Seeing how precious it was, the soldiers and horses of Kang State came in, and the owner of the other courtyard fled elsewhere, so the courtyard became deserted.

It can be used as a temporary residence for Lin Feng.

When she returned, the lights were on in the courtyard.

The light casts a tall figure on the window paper.

Lin Feng's pace quickened a bit: "Brother!"

The young scribe looked back, and his plain features suddenly became vivid when he saw Lin Feng. Judging from their appearance, the young man and Lin Feng were somewhat similar, and it was obvious at a glance that they were related by blood. The young man held up a lamp to pick her up, and the warmth had been set up in the room.

hot food.

The food is very simple, but it brings back the long-lost taste of childhood.

The young scribe returned to his original position and peeled off the lotus pods: "You have been coming home late recently, with a gloomy look on your face, but have you encountered something difficult?"

Lin Feng said: "The training is not going very well."

The young scribe was not surprised by this and said casually: "Most of the soldiers of Kang State were from the northwest, which lacks water. Under such circumstances, few are good at water. Fighting with the people in the southwest is to use your own shortcomings."

How can you not suffer a loss if you are strong enough to fight against an enemy?"

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

"Hey, this is a last resort."

Having said this, the young scribe did not continue to ask further questions.

After peeling off the lotus pods, he picked up the embroidery booth from hand and threaded the needle skillfully, while Lin Feng read the Book of War and the Spirit by candlelight. The atmosphere between the two was harmonious, with only the beeping sound of candlelight burning in the air.

After a long time, a purse arrived at Lin Feng's hand.

The young scribe was adding oil to the candlestick and saw Lin Feng putting the military book aside. He took out the dress that he had cut during the day and asked Lin Feng to go back to the room to try on the size and length. If it was not suitable, he would change it.

"The second brother can work in the hall and in the kitchen. If this condition is met in China, I don't know how many girls will like him." With someone at home to help take care of the trivial matters, the head of the family can work hard for a career outside without worries. Unfortunately, there are not many men who like to help.

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Women with this kind of ambition often have no choice but to recruit a wife.

The average level of men willing to marry is not too high.

The young man obviously knew the customs of Kang country and understood the meaning of Lin Feng's words, so he raised his hand and hit her forehead: "Noisy."

Lin Feng went to try on the size, and it turned out to be just right, which was what she liked when she was a child: "I'm not joking, brother, this female celebrity is much better than me, my stitches are so good that the teacher doesn't mind them, except for them,

Even my senior brother will despise me."

"It's not good to be a female celebrity, but Jiao Jiao is fine if she's talented and educated."

The young scribe waved her over.

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

Looking at the young man's soft eyebrows under the candlelight, Lin Feng couldn't help softening his tone, and his thoughts went back to more than ten years ago: "I remember when I was six years old, I was playing with my brother, stepping on the skirt, tearing the sleeves, and my mother held it like this

Needle and thread help me sew stitch by stitch..."

That's her favorite dress.

She only recognized this one, and Aniang promised to make an exact one to replace it: [Jiaojiao doesn’t want it! Jiaojiao wants it!]

Children who grow up with love have the privilege of acting like a spoiled child.

The mother had no choice but to sew it up herself, and Lin Feng burst into laughter. The brother in front of him looked very much like his mother-in-law.

Young scribe: “I don’t remember much.”

Looking at the modified sleeves with no trace at all, Lin Feng felt sorry for him: "Brother has suffered a lot these years..."

You can tell from the details without asking.

Her brother's attire was on the plain side, without any of the ostentation and joy in her memory. The material of the clothes was not bad, but it was not very good either. She remembered that she had lived in the house before, and she had also learned how to pay for it with her mother, and she clearly remembered every detail of her brother's account.

Twenty or thirty new clothes are made every season, and one set can be worn at most two or three times. When the old clothes are disposed of, they still look like brand new.

Each set has corresponding accessories.

Not to mention sewing, he can't even thread a needle.

Now he is proficient in female celebrities. It is conceivable that in the past years, he must have been forced to learn this due to living conditions.

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Chapter completed!