Chapter 34 Feng's Confession

Jiang Yan felt a little embarrassed when she saw him staring at that place.

If she said that there was a ghost in front of the owner of the courtyard, then her harmonious neighborly relationship with the Protectorate would probably come to an end.

She was just trying to find a reason to talk to him, but Qiu Kui, who was hiding in the kitchen, thought that she was so scared by Feng Shuo's anger that she couldn't speak. Fearing that Feng Shuo would be angry with her, Qiu Kui swallowed her saliva and mustered up the courage to answer for her: "Next door... pomegranates are always falling, maybe there is a ghost!"

Ghost?

Is he a ghost?

Feng Shuo's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Jiang Yanyi saw that he looked unhappy and thought that he was unhappy about his yard being haunted. She changed the subject awkwardly: "Well... maybe the feng shui of the shop I bought is not good."

After that, Jiang Yanyi herself was silent. What was she talking about?

Feng Shuo found that she always had the ability to make him angry.

He didn't want to continue the topic of ghosts and asked with a disgusted look while holding the pickled cabbage jar: "Where to move to."

In Jiang Yanyi's view, he was so angry that he didn't want to talk at all, but even so, he still remembered to help her move the pickled cabbage jar. This general was quite decent in his conduct.

She quickly led him to the kitchen: "Just move it into the kitchen."

Under the chopping board in the kitchen, there were already a lot of jars and pots, all of which were Jiang Yanyi's masterpieces in recent days. She had made

a lot of soybean paste, fermented black beans, pickled radishes... She had made a lot of them. She had made

pickled cabbage this morning, and the pickled garlic she planned to make in the afternoon was still soaking in a wooden basin in the yard. Tomorrow she also planned to grind tofu and make a can of fermented bean curd.

After Feng Shuo put the pickled cabbage jar under the chopping board, Jiang Yanyi quickly covered it with a lid to prevent dust from falling into the jar.

She squatted down and pushed the pickled cabbage jar with her hand, intending to move it a little to the side so that her can of pickled garlic could be squeezed under the chopping board after it was made.

But when she used all her strength to push the jar of sauerkraut just a little bit, Jiang Yanyi began to doubt her life. Feng Shuo could lift the jar with one hand as easily as lifting a bowl, but why was it so heavy for her...

Was this the difference in strength between men and women?

She continued to push the jar of sauerkraut to the side, and this time it moved easily. When she looked up, she saw Feng Shuo extending a hand to help her move it.

Jiang Yanyi inexplicably read a sense of arrogance from his eyes as he looked down at her, as if to say "just let me know if you need help."

Tsk, she suddenly felt that this general had a temperament like a Persian cat.

She smiled generously: "Thank you, general."

Feng Shuo was dazzled by her smile and turned away uncomfortably.

When Jiang Yanyi stood up, she suddenly heard a word "be careful". She raised her head and almost bumped into the edge of the chopping board faster. Fortunately, Feng Shuo reached out to help her block it in time.

The chopping board was a bit low. When Jiang Yanyi squatted down to put something down and stood up a few days ago, her head was hit by the edge of the chopping board several times. She grimaced in pain every time, but she still didn't learn her lesson the next time she put something down.

This time, she bumped into Feng Shuo's broad palm, but it didn't hurt.

Their eyes met. His narrow eyes were half-closed, and there was a faint light in his eyes that others could not detect. She raised her head, and her autumn water eyes were full of confusion.

His dark sleeves hung down, and Jiang Yanyi could smell a dry scent of soapberry.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little subtle and ambiguous.

Jiang Yanyi was the first to come back to her senses. She said "thank you" and was about to stand up, but Feng Shuo pressed her shoulder with his other hand.

Jiang Yanyi remained in this position, with even more confusion on her face: "General?"

Feng Shuo stared at her without blinking, his eyes were deep, his throat moved, and it seemed that he mustered up great courage to ask this question: "What do you think of me?"

Jiang Yanyi was a little dazed, but the hand pressing on her shoulder was a little strong, and there seemed to be a smell of blood?

She tilted her head and found that there was blood on Feng Shuo's hand. She

was shocked and said, "Your hand is bleeding!"

He just used this hand to move the sauerkraut jar. Could it be that the old wound on his hand was broken?

Feng Shuo ignored her and just put one hand on her shoulder. With a somewhat stubborn look on his face, he continued to ask her, "What do you think of me?"

She didn't understand his hint, so he just asked directly.

Jiang Yanyi was confused for a while, but finally she realized that Feng Shuo kept asking her these questions for no reason. Wasn't it because he was doubting himself after a breakup and wanted to find recognition?

She hurriedly said, "I think you are a great general! You are both civil and military, wise and brave, benevolent, resourceful, brave and good at fighting, and you love your soldiers like your own sons..." She

was stuck for a moment, and really couldn't think of any good words, so she continued, "You are simply a super good man!"

Feng Shuo joined the army at the age of fifteen, and he dealt with many big men. As for the things between men and women, he heard about them from the dirty talk of the soldiers. What

impressed him the most was that one of his subordinates married a good woman named Hua Niang. When others asked her why she married such a rough man, Hua Niang just said shyly, "The general is a good man."

In his opinion, saying that the other person is a good person, doesn't it mean that you like him?

Hearing Jiang Yanyi say that he thinks he is a very good person, doesn't that mean he likes him very much?

Feng Shuo's gloomy eyes finally showed a little light, his ears were very red, he seemed a little uncertain, "Really?"

Seeing that the child was injured, Jiang Yanyi suddenly felt a little sympathy for this great general.

She nodded vigorously: "Really." She

looked at his hand that was still on her shoulder, and said cautiously: "Um... can I get up?"

My legs are a little numb after squatting for a long time.

Hearing this, Feng Shuo withdrew his hand from Jiang Yanyi's shoulder as if he was burned. He didn't look directly into Jiang Yanyi's eyes, but he always glanced at her with the corner of his eyes, and his beautiful eyes were full of light.

Jiang Yanyi stood up with the help of the chopping board. He stumbled because of the numbness in his legs, and Feng Shuo held his arm again.

He suddenly came so close that Jiang Yanyi felt very uncomfortable and quickly stepped aside: "Thank you."

Feng Shuo's red ears slowly spread to his neck. He coughed lightly: "Don't thank me again in the future."

Jiang Yanyi was thinking that what he said was a bit strange, but then she heard him say, "If you need to move the jar of pickled cabbage in the future, call me next door."

She moved a jar of pickled cabbage and ran next door to ask this great general for help. Jiang Yanyi was not very sleepy in the broad daylight and did not have such a daydream.

She just thought that Feng Shuo was just being polite. Her eyes fell on her shoulder and she saw the blood on it. She frowned subconsciously.

The clothes were a bit thick. In ancient times when there were no washing machines and clothes could only be dried naturally, it was quite troublesome to wash thick clothes.

Feng Shuo saw it and said immediately, "I'll buy you a new one."

Jiang Yanyi waved her hand quickly, "No, no, you can wear it after washing."

She glanced at Feng Shuo's bleeding hand. The palm was bloody and it looked painful. Thinking that he had torn the wound while helping her move things, Jiang Yanyi suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

She pointed at Feng Shuo's hand and said hesitantly: "Well... how about I bandage it for you?"

Although this great general would not ask her for medical expenses afterwards, looking at his behavior, he definitely didn't look like a person who would take such a "minor injury" seriously.

These ancient people didn't know how terrible tetanus was.

The shadow that tetanus brought to Jiang Yanyi was not the real life in the past, but the fact that she followed a drama with true feelings back then. The male supporting role in the drama was good in every way, and he was simply a gentle and domineering boss. Unfortunately, he was later written to die by the screenwriter, and the cause of death was still tetanus infected by the minor wound!

Jiang Yanyi almost died of anger on the spot. He was a male supporting role who was as fierce as Overlord!

Died of tetanus? Could it be any less shameless?

Seeing the wound on Feng Shuo's hand, she was afraid that this great general also died of tetanus in the original book.

After all, this great general never appeared in the original book and only lived in other people's mouths.

Only in the later part of the book was it mentioned that "the King of Liaoning died". The specific way he died was not written in the book, so Jiang Yanyi didn't know.

Feng Shuo had no idea that he had already died of tetanus in Jiang Yanyi's heart. He just thought that the little cook was concerned about him.

He curled his lips and said, "Okay."

Jiang Yanyi bought the medicine and gauze the next day after he arrived here.

Prepare a "medical kit" when conditions permit. This is a life habit that Jiang Yanyi has developed in her previous life. However, the most common items she prepared at that time were cold medicine and digestive tablets.

Jiang Yanyi led Feng Shuo to sit outside in the yard, cleaned the wound on his hand, sprinkled hemostatic powder on it, and bandaged it with gauze while muttering: "There are so many things that are not satisfactory in life, but as long as you are alive, everything is possible."

She was tactfully comforting him, even if he was hurt by the girl he loved, he didn't have to abuse himself like this.

Feng Shuo thought she was talking about his mother. The condition of the Grand Concubine was no secret. His originally relaxed mood became even more heavy when he thought of his mother. He said, "Is it painful not to be able to recognize your loved ones when they are still alive?"

Jiang Yanyi paused while tying the gauze. He...he...he knew my identity?

When did he know?

Could it be that Lu Linyuan, that idiot, told him the secret?

Jiang Yanyi's heart was beating like a drum. She glanced at Feng Shuo and saw that he looked calm. He didn't seem to be angry because she had deceived him about his identity. He had just helped her move the jar of pickled cabbage. She felt a little relieved and said slowly: "It is hard, but there is no other way now. However, I believe that there will be light at the end of the tunnel."

"Light at the end of the tunnel..." Feng Shuo muttered these four words silently, and suddenly laughed out loud: "What a light at the end of the tunnel!"

Jiang Yanyi was frightened by his laughter. She was about to explain that she had to deceive him at that time. Before she could say anything, Feng Shuo shouted: "Bring me some wine!"

As the saying goes, "Singing to the wine, how short is life! It is like the morning dew, and the past days are full of suffering."

In the past, Feng Shuo wanted to drink because he was upset, but today he wanted to drink because he was happy.

After he shouted that sentence, Jiang Yanyi froze in place and said in a strange way: "The inn... has not prepared any wine yet."

Thinking that he had a handle in the hands of others, Jiang Yanyi was like a cat with its neck pinched, and he was frightened no matter how he looked.

Feng Shuo also noticed this. He couldn't figure out how he scared the young cook. After thinking for a moment, he thought that the young cook was afraid that he would spend money like a drunkard.

He coughed dryly: "It's nothing, I don't drink often."

Why is this conversation getting weirder and weirder?

Jiang Yanyi felt that something was wrong, but the panic of her identity being exposed occupied most of her mind, so she didn't think about it carefully.

Seeing that Feng Shuo didn't seem to want to blame her, she asked with a stiff face, "Don't you blame me?"

Feng Shuo thought she was talking about controlling her drinking. He felt that this little cook was usually capable and straightforward, but she was very cute when it came to feelings.

He smiled and said, "I'm not that unreasonable. Why should I blame you?"

She didn't like him drinking outside, so he just stopped drinking in the future.

Jiang Yanyi was confused.

Is today's general so reasonable?

This attitude doesn't seem like treating a guilty person who has deceived him for so long and forged his household registration.

Although he was at odds with the emperor, his nominal concubine was still the emperor's favorite concubine. His stupid father was now favored by the emperor. From his perspective, he was like a poor spy planted by the emperor... She had been hiding her

identity before, firstly because she was afraid that the emperor's men would find out about her and kill her again. Secondly, she was afraid that this great general would not believe her at all. After all, people in their position were much more cunning than ordinary people. They would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go.

Feng Shuo didn't know that Jiang Yanyi's head was almost mush. He was depressed before and didn't feel hungry. Now he was happy and felt empty in his stomach. He asked, "Is there anything to fill my stomach?"

Jiang Yanyi temporarily put away the mush in her head. "Yes, I'll get it for you."

Jiang Yanyi returned to the kitchen. She stewed a pig's foot an hour ago. Now she could poke into the pig's skin with chopsticks, and the bones and meat could be separated with a light pick.

Because the pig's trotters were fried before stewing and stewed in brine for an hour, the pig's skin was bright red. She used the hind legs of the pig. Although there was less lean meat than the front legs of the pig, it was more conducive to long-term stewing and the meat did not fall apart.

Jiang Yanyi found the big bowl that he used to serve rice to Feng Shuo last time, filled half a bowl with rice, and then took out half a pig's trotter to cover the rice. He scooped a few spoonfuls of the broth from the halved pig's trotter into the rice before serving it to Feng Shuo.

Feng Shuo originally just wanted to eat some, but when he saw the bowl of pig's trotter rice with half pig's trotter and half rice in front of him, and smelled the rich meaty aroma, he couldn't help but be hungry.

The pork elbow meat was soft and tender, fat but not greasy, the meat next to the pig bone was tender, the tendon was soft and elastic, and the taste was very rich.

He picked up a piece of rice with chopsticks, and the rice grains were soaked in the broth, and there was a mellow meaty aroma in his mouth.

After finishing a bowl of rice, he was still a little unsatisfied, but thinking about the last time he almost ate up all the rice in the pot, leaving them both with not enough to eat, Feng Shuo did not ask for more rice this time.

He put down the bowl and put his hand into his sleeve pocket. Jiang Yanyi thought she was going to touch the money and said quickly: "The general has been kind to me. I can't take your money for the meal again!"

Feng Shuo didn't like her awe and restraint towards him. He frowned and said: "Don't be so restrained in front of me."

She was so timid. If she ran into his mother when she was angry, she would be so scared.

He was going to touch the banknotes to make life better for this little cook.

But he was in a hurry to leave, and only brought a few pieces of silver. Feng Shuo changed his mind and thought that giving silver was too insincere, which showed that he didn't care. He had to go to the market to buy some gifts for her later!

When he thought of buying gifts, Feng Shuo couldn't sit still: "I'm going out for a while, and I'll bring you something later."

When he walked to the door of the store, he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and looked at Jiang Yanyi and said seriously: "I will help you find your fiancé Chen Ergou. After finding him, cancel the engagement with him."

Jiang Yanyi: ???

Chen Ergou?

So he didn't find out his true identity at all?

Then what was he talking about before?

What the hell is the cancellation of the engagement?

She was confused and said: "What's wrong with Ergou?"

Could it be that Feng Shuo found a person named Chen Ergou who might be her fabricated fiancé? Finding out that the other party has already married and had children,

do you feel sorry for her? Feng Shuo looked at her confused eyes, his face was about to darken, but he was afraid of scaring her, so he just frowned his heroic sword-like eyebrows and said: "Since you think I'm a good person, don't think about others."

After a pause, he added: "I will take care of these trivial matters for you."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Jiang Yanyi looked at his back and fell into a daze.

No... why are things getting weirder and weirder?

Jiang Yanyi carefully recalled the conversation between the two just now, and suddenly widened his eyes in fear. This, this, this... is this the legendary best way to get over a broken heart, which is to enter the next relationship as soon as possible?