After dressing as an abusive female supporting character, I and the villain HE got together

After Song Tangtang's footsteps disappeared for a long time, Jiang Zhan suddenly recovered.

Don't you want to ask something?

He heard himself asking in his heart, don't you want to know, who am I worshiping here tonight?

The clumsy flattery, the deliberate obedience, the limp coquettishness and complaints hidden in the words.

She acted like "I don't care what you are doing at all", and before she left, she made a promise to him like a thousand dollars.

The world has said that she is an idiot beauty with nothing but a beautiful skin.But tonight she clearly sensed that his mood was on the verge of losing control, but she didn't pierce the fragile window paper, instead she tried different ways to make him happy.

He suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, and the laughter was stuffed in his throat, which was as deep and hoarse as the sound of the surging waves of the Yaojiang River hitting the rocks.

Not very smart, but very...

What is it?

It took a long time before Jiang Zhan came up with two words that he had never had a relationship with in his life to define her.

"warmth".

That is the unique warmth of a person who has been walking in the sun openly and aboveboard.

"Major General." Zhou Heng came from the woods behind him. The stupid man was tripped by a stone and staggered a bit. The so-called shallow sadness that lingered in Jiang Zhan's heart just now disappeared. He frowned and looked over. Zhou Heng couldn't help but Grabbing a bunch of hair shyly, "Ying Han followed the second lady back to the Prime Minister's mansion, how about we also..." He glanced at the fire that had already been extinguished, and said with some doubts: "Should I Go back home?"

"Zhou Heng." Jiang Zhan cut him off.

"Huh?" Zhou Heng looked up from the ashes, a little at a loss.

Jiang Zhan tilted his head, the moonlight fell lightly on the end of his eyebrows, he seemed to be looking into the depths of the woods, and seemed to be recalling the smile when the bouncing goose-yellow figure disappeared from his eyes, his tone was somewhat Low, "What kind of person do you think Second Miss is?"

Zhou Heng froze for a moment, his first reaction was that the major general actually asked him what kind of person he thought a woman was, and his second reaction was...

Zhou Heng stood upright, and his voice was like a bell: "There is no other in the world!"

That is the second daughter of Song Xiangfu, the future young lady!So he racked his brains and brains, racked his brains, and presented a 300-word unscripted essay.

Because his emotions were too high, he didn't even notice the major general's gradually indifferent expression on his paralyzed face.

When Zhou Heng finally finished talking dryly, Jiang Zhan walked away indifferently.

By the way, I made a comment on his Rainbow Fart Composition.

"That's right. It's really unique in the world to have a broken brain like her."

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"Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu——!"

Mr. Lu's hand holding the pen paused lightly, and the tip of the pen blurred out a deep ink stain on the paper. The bright candlelight in the room danced indistinctly. The silhouette of his face was rubbed on the landscape screen. His face was not young, but calm and calm after being tempered by wind and frost.

Almost as soon as the girl's first sound was heard, he had already reacted quickly, grabbed the black veiled cap placed on the side of the pen holder, and covered his hood tightly before Song Tangtang and a happy rabbit jumped in. Face.

Song Tangtang lifted the beaded curtain and walked in with ease. Master Lu's house was located in an alley one street away from the Xiangfu. When she had nothing to do, she wandered to Master Lu's mansion to be beaten. After the beating, she went to the bed again. Paralyzed, whimpering and shaming and refusing to leave unless Mr. Lu buys her the braised pork knuckle from Suji in Lanekou.

Song Tangtang really likes to hang some jingling jewelry on her body, sometimes it is a bracelet, sometimes an anklet, sometimes a forehead curtain, or a circle of small bells on the corner of her skirt, often people who have not seen the person heard the sound first .

"Mr. Lu, I bought a roast chicken!"

Following a series of crisp silver bells, she happily came in with a square ball wrapped in lotus leaves. She originally wanted to put it on the table, but when she saw that it was full of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, Song Tangtang gave a long "huh" Hearing the sound, he went straight to the back and stretched his head to look at the painting on the rice paper.

"Mr. Lu is painting?"

On the rice paper was an unfinished picture of a beauty, with a large area left blank, and on the left was the woman's graceful and graceful back. Song Tangtang looked carefully, and suddenly muttered, "Mr. Lu always draws the back."

"Where is this?" Song Tangtang pointed to the heavy snow on the painting, tilted his head, and the little deer's eyes were clear and bright, and blinked suspiciously: "Yaojing City doesn't snow."

"It's not Yaojing." Mr. Lu swept an open space for her lotus-leaf roast chicken, his voice was calm and cold, but not unfamiliar and alienated: "Jiangzhou snows in winter."

"So this is Jiangzhou?" She opened her eyes curiously, picked up a few pieces of waste paper and put them on the table, and then put the shiny lotus leaf roast chicken on it.

Song Tangtang trotted to the pool in the yard to clean her hands, and then ran back like a gust of wind. She lifted the hem of her goose-yellow skirt, knelt on the soft cattail fan, and carefully pinched it with her green fingertips. Stirring up some lotus leaves, he couldn't forget to mutter to himself while being exhaled from the heat: "What kind of place is Jiangzhou? How about Biyaojing? Do you also have delicious lotus leaf roast chicken and braised pork knuckle over there?"

"..." Mr. Lu pinched the center of his brows by her rapid-fire questioning, and smiled helplessly and dotingly: "It's no match for Yaojing."

"Mr. Lu." Song Tangtang tore off a chicken leg, and after blowing for a few breaths, she slowly tore off a corner with her small canine teeth. The chicken was soft but not rotten, and it was not greasy in the mouth. She squinted her eyes in satisfaction. "My parents don't allow me to eat these. Today I bought them secretly. Don't sue Mr. Lu!"

Mr. Lu got up and poured her a cup of tea. His expression could not be seen clearly under the black veil, but he should be smiling, "No need for dinner?" With two chicken legs, the smile couldn't be suppressed: "Eat slowly, no one will grab you here."

"Has Mr. Lu had dinner?" She raised her head and asked.

Mr. Lu nodded, "This is green plum tea. I fried it myself to relieve greasy and oily."

This lotus leaf roast chicken is very popular. She has been craving it for a long time, and finally bought it today. Song Tangtang smiled happily, with a little glistening grease on the corner of her lips, "Thank you, Mr. Lu!"

Song Tangtang, a high-ranking lady, usually does not sit or stand upright. It can be said that she can't touch every corner of the lady's etiquette.Miss Shijia's words and deeds, which one is not cautious in words and deeds, strict teaching?You need to pay attention to posture when holding chopsticks, and you need to pay attention to elegance when eating. Even drinking tea and soup has its own set of rules.

Looking at Miss Song Er again, she is a living example of a negative negative teaching material.

She ate happily, and Mr. Lu sat opposite her, picked up a pen and licked the crimson vermilion, and immediately a large piece of red plum bloomed on the blank rice paper.

Mr. Lu has always seen people with a black gauze hat, but from his tall and straight back, slender and well-defined knuckles, and long hair that is always tightly tied, apart from his overall temperament, which is slightly cold as snow, It is not difficult to guess what kind of stunning face is under the black veil.

Mr. Lu is a martial artist whom she stalked and asked Song Xiang to invite her not long after she passed through the book. I only know that he is from Jiangzhou, and his martial arts are unfathomable. Although he has never seen his appearance, Song Tangtang thinks that everyone There is an unspeakable secret, perhaps because he has a reason to hide from others.

She thought of the supernatural beings in the puppet show, how could it be so easy for you to look at him?

Song Tangtang bent her watery eyes and swallowed two chicken legs. She hiccupped with her mouth closed, squeezed the teacup with her clean fingers, tested the temperature, and then drank it down in one gulp.

"What happened to the hand?"

"It was scratched by a branch." She handed over the injured back of her hand. The girl's skin was porcelain white and delicate, so that spot of bright red blood was particularly dazzling. "It's okay, it doesn't hurt. I have medicine." She obediently promised, "The next time Mr. Lu sees me, everything will be fine!"

Mr. Lu lowered his eyebrows and looked at it for a while, then got up and took a blue porcelain bottle, "Keep it away."

She didn't see anything at all, and after putting it away carefully and properly, she rolled her big eyes a few times, and then fell back on Mr. Lu.

"Mr. Lu." After eating and drinking, Song Tangtang wrapped the leftover roast chicken in lotus leaves. There were little beggars begging on the street, and she would send it to others in a while, so as not to waste it.

Mr. Lu put the brush into the washer, rinsed it a few times, and then responded to her words in a neutral manner: "What's wrong?"

Mr. Lu hung the cleaned brush back to the pen stand, and then hung the beautiful back that he had just painted to dry in the wind. Song Tangtang followed his movements to look at the painting, and then looked down at his own today's picture. clothes.

Same goose yellow.

Mr. Lu always draws the back of a woman, but who is that woman?Will it be Mr. Lu's sweetheart?

"Why didn't Mr. Lu marry a wife?" She lay on the desk, resting her small, white and tender chin on her folded arms, her almond eyes seemed to have been washed by water, and her light-colored pupils shone brightly against the candlelight. Like the stars shining in the capital tonight.

"Who said I didn't?"

"Huh?" She immediately became interested, and suddenly sat up straight, "Then—"

"Passed away." Mr. Lu's voice was very gentle, he pressed the painting under the paperweight, and reached out to stroke her head.

The little girl opened her mouth in bewilderment and was speechless for a while.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know." Song Tangtang apologized quickly, with a mournful face, and scolded herself all over in her heart.

"It's okay." Mr. Lu chuckled, "Draw a portrait of her every year, but it's been too long and I can't remember her face clearly, so I won't draw it."

Song Tangtang frowned, pouted his small mouth high, and looked up at the powerful and solid arm, like a doll whose core had been pulled out, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu."

It's not that I can't remember.

He is such an unforgettable person, he can even remember the color and pattern of the sachet hanging on his clothes, let alone her face?

"I went to see Little General Jiang a few days ago?" Mr. Lu hooked his fingertips over her hair, and then patted her head comfortingly. Frustrated and scattered.

"Uh-huh."

"What did you do?" Mr. Lu chatted casually, diverting the topic about his dead wife.

"Well, I made some food for him as a thank-you gift." She still spoke with her chin pressed, her voice was sticky, her big eyes looked up mistyly, as if washed by a layer of mist from the remote river.

"I even sparred with him—Mr. Lu! Which one is better, you or the Major General?"

Mr. Lu looked at her thoughtfully, "Me. After all, I lived for more than ten years, didn't I?"

"That's right." She puffed her cheeks and blew a breath, curling her broken bangs on her forehead.

"What kind of person do you think the little general is?"

This question was too out of line, and her brain got stuck. What kind of person is Jiang Zhan?

That must be a lotus flower with a black heart, a Buddha's mouth and a snake's heart, nothing to do with human affairs!

But she couldn't say that, so she turned a corner when she complained, and Song Tangtang said seriously: "The major general is a good man."

A good answer.

Mr. Lu pondered for a moment, and actually followed her words and said, "The little general is indeed a good person."

She nodded repeatedly, the time when she traveled through the book was so coincidental that there was no time for any main plot to happen.In other words, Jiang Zhan hasn't started to blacken yet.Song Tangtang thought of the strange behavior of that person tonight. The general and his wife are both alive, and he has never heard of him having a dead friend, so he—

Who are you worshiping?

Seeing her start to wander, Mr. Lu suddenly sat across from her, "Tangtang."

"Huh?" Song Tangtang was caught in a little astonishment and came back. Mr. Lu rarely called her that. She was wondering when she heard Mr. Lu's guilty voice in the next second: "I'm sorry that day, I didn't have time to go save you."

"Huh?!" She looked at the black gauze innocently, and reacted slowly: "Mr. Lu said that Yaojiang was assassinated that night? It's okay! Speaking of it, I have to thank Mr. Lu. If it weren't for Mr. Lu, I wouldn't He will be rescued by the Major General." Song Tangtang laughed happily: "It's not a marriage bestowed by God, but a marriage bestowed by Mr. Lu!"

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Jiang Zhan: Good people don't get cards.Thanks.