There was a red mark on Shen Zhaozhao's forehead from sleeping on her stomach, and she stared blankly at the man on the wedding bed.
It’s not over yet!
Around noon, the imperial edict to confiscate the property would come down.
Shen Zhaozhao scratched his head in annoyance.
She roughly understood the situation. Zhan Nanxing could die. If he died, she would be finished.
She fell asleep, and Shen Zhaozhao counted her dowry boxes.
Don't mention it, my mother's family is still okay.
Maybe he felt he was doing her a favor because of the marriage, so he gave her twenty silver ingots, two small gold bars, and some shop deeds and jewelry.
Shen Zhaozhao put all the dowry on the shelves in the space, closed the empty dowry box, and thought of the Zhan family's warehouse.
Since her property was going to be confiscated anyway, it would be better to give it to Shen Zhaozhao rather than the emperor.
The sky was just beginning to turn pale, and Shen Zhaozhao estimated that the servants would not get up so soon, so he prepared to go to the warehouse.
The door opened.
I came face to face with the maid waiting at the door.
Shen Zhaozhao's face twitched naturally, "Sister, so early?"
I never expected that before dawn, the servants of the Zhan family were already waiting at the door!
"Good morning, Madam! You are so kind to me, Huang Juan. I am really embarrassed by you, sister." The leading maid was cheerful. "Why don't you rest a little longer?"
The old lady and the others haven't gotten up yet!
Shen Zhaozhao smiled shyly, his eyes fell on the washbasin and towel in Huang Juan's arms, thinking of the dagger that Zhan Nanxing took out in his dream.
The warehouse is temporarily closed.
Let’s confiscate Zhan Nanxing’s dagger first.
"I'll get up early and wait on my husband."
After saying that, Shen Zhaozhao took the basin from Huang Juan.
Turn around, go back to the room and close the door.
All in one go.
Huang Juan was happy, "Young Madam is indeed virtuous. The old lady can rest assured now."
Shen Zhaozhao returned to the room with the washbasin in his hand. When he looked up, Zhan Nanxing, who was lying on the bed, had woken up. Because his legs and feet were inconvenient, he leaned against the head of the bed.
The loose bright red nightgown was draped over his body, revealing a large area of his muscular chest.
His black hair was scattered, and his pair of peach blossom eyes stared at Shen Zhaozhao vigilantly.
It's the mole under his eye that's about to fall off. It weakens the sharpness in his eyes and turns it into a hint of anger.
"I woke you up." Shen Zhaozhao quickly put the washbasin on the shelf.
He turned around and took the coat that had been prepared long ago.
"Husband, let me help you change your clothes."
Shen Zhaozhao said as he was about to go up.
His eyes swept over Zhan Nanxing's body, who was only wearing pajamas, without any courtesy.
Where could that dagger be hidden?
This nightgown is thin.
Thinking about something, 꿛 touched it.
"What are you doing!"
Zhan Nanxing was shocked and angry, and grabbed Shen Zhaozhao's hand.
After all, women's 꿛 is the same as men's 놊.
The flesh is as soft as boneless, and the skin is as white as cream.
Zhan Nanxing felt as if he was scalded. He slapped the little girl in his palm away, tightened his clothes, and stared at Shen Zhaozhao vigilantly.
"Did I... did I scare my husband?" Shen Zhaozhao said aggrievedly, "I wanted to help my husband change his clothes."
"go out."
Zhan Nanxing pointed at the door.
This woman made him feel comfortable from head to toe.
"Husband, let me fulfill my duties as a wife!" Shen Zhaozhao's eyes fell on Zhan Nanxing's pillow.
She was familiar with the military books and stories about generals. The battlefield was complicated and ever-changing, and many generals had the habit of hiding weapons under their pillows when they slept.
"놊必."
Zhan Nanxing refused coldly.
"Let me help my husband make the bed!"
After saying that, she walked forward and pulled away Zhan Nanxing's pillow.
Zhan Nanxing was originally leaning against the head of the bed, but she suddenly pushed him up and rolled him to the inside of the bed.
When he turned around with a look of shock and anger, he saw the dagger he had hidden under his pillow, held in Shen Zhaozhao's hand.
"Come back!"
He shouted angrily and stretched out his hand to grab it.
Shen Zhaozhao turned her back and quickly retreated, her eyes reddened, "Since my husband hates me so much, I'll just leave..."
BANG——
Zhan Nanxing struggled to get his dagger back, but because his legs and feet were unsteady, he fell off the bed.
Shen Zhaozhao turned around and saw the embarrassed man. His beautiful eyes turned red and he looked at her like a witch.
"Give me back the dagger."
"You, get out."
Zhan Nanxing gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand.
Shen Zhaozhao quickly covered his face and rushed out of the bridal chamber with his dagger, whimpering all the way.
As if he had suffered great harm.
The person left.
The dagger was returned.
Outside the door, the servant and the maid saw Young Madam Wang running out with her face covered, and they were in a panic for a moment.
Some went to inform the old lady, some went to comfort Shen Zhaozhao, and some servants bravely went into the bridal chamber to help Zhan Nanxing change clothes and wash up.
"Sir, the young lady is fine," the servant whispered. When he looked up, he was startled by Zhan Nanxing's appearance.
The man who fell on the ground had loose black hair, a pale face, and a pair of eyes that turned bloodshot with anger. He covered his chest and gasped violently.
"roll."
Zhan Nanxing's voice was hoarse.
"Get out of here."
The servant is a servant in the mansion. How could he have seen the young master behave like this?
Before the old general and his men met with an accident, Master 꺘 was the most beautiful young master in the capital, and 껩 was the most flamboyant young general on the battlefield.
After the accident, although Master 꺘 became much more gloomy, 껩 was still polite and courteous.
I have never been so angry as I am now. My face is full of sternness and I want people to get out.
The servant bowed and left the bridal chamber.
The door closed, blocking out the light from outside, and the room became increasingly dark.
Seeing that no one was following him, Shen Zhaozhao put down the mask covering his face and walked along the wind and rain corridor in the garden, playing with the stolen dagger in his hand.
The scabbard of the dagger was antique, and the leather had a lot of signs of use, but it had been well maintained.
Obviously, Zhan Nanxing cherishes it very much.
She pushed the dagger away with her thumb, and the sharp edge suddenly appeared.
It is a good knife. She will return it to Zhan Nanxing after the people who are ransacking the house leave.
"Young Madam!" Huang Juan came up from behind, panting.
Shen Zhaozhao quickly put on a tearful expression, "My husband doesn't like me, Huang Juan, what did I do wrong?"
Huang Juan immediately knew how to comfort.
After that battle, Master 꺘 became a completely different person.
If it were the old him, no matter how annoying the person was, he would tell them to get lost.
"Madam, the young master is a very good person," Huang Juan said carefully, "He is just injured and feels bad."
Shen Zhaozhao hurried down the steps, “Well, I understand my husband, and I will treat him better in the future.”
As long as Zhan Nanxing did something stupid and implicated her, she could be a harmonious couple with him.
"The old lady and the others are still waiting for you in the flower hall..." Huang Juan paused.
Originally, Zhan Nanxing was going to take Shen Zhaozhao to offer tea to the elders, but it looked like only Shen Zhaozhao could go.
Hearing that it was arranged to serve tea to the elders of the Zhan family, Shen Zhaozhao paused.
In the dream, the people who came to confiscate the house came when she was serving tea to her mother-in-law.
She could only watch the warehouse being raided.
"Madam Xiao, what's wrong?" Huang Juan turned around and asked.
Shen Zhaozhao thought for a moment, lowered her head, pointed at her finger, and said pitifully, "I can't just leave my husband alone like this, he will hate me."
"My husband has a good temper. I have to go back and coax him."
Shen Zhaozhao raised his eyes, his eye circles were red, he bit his lips, and his face said:
I am a good wife. I have suffered great injustice, but I endure it.
Huang Juan, a servant, was moved by what she saw.
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