Lord Chu’s Wife is Wild

Seeing that Lu Sheng, who had been diverting water, suddenly stopped and looked over, Zheng Shi thought she was moved.

Continuing to persuade him: "The conditions of the family are very good. It is not a problem to eat meat for meals. If you marry, you can only enjoy happiness."

The elders of the Lu Sheng family are gone, and Lu Ran is not a good thing.

At that time, when the twenty-two is in hand, give Lu Ran two or three at will and it will be over.

Lu Sheng smiled.

"Is it so good?"

"Really!" Mr. Zheng said, leaning on the hoe: "That person is not bad, he is only in his twenties, and he is not worse than Duan Xiucai."

If this marriage is so good, how could the Zheng family help her?

If she remembered correctly, the Zheng family had a daughter named Lu Wei, who was the same age as her, and she was not married yet.

Lu Sheng sneered inwardly, but on the surface he said innocently: "Aunt Tang should give it to Sister Wei for such a good marriage. She is three months older than me."

The smile on Zheng's mouth froze, and she said with a dry smile: "Aunt Tang, doesn't this pity you? Our sister Wei already has someone she likes."

Lu Wei likes Duan Zhen, and Lu Sheng knows this.

At that time, when the original owner and Duan Zhen had a marriage contract, Lu Wei would hurt a few words every time she saw her.

After all, it's because of jealousy.

Lu Sheng bent over and held a piece of grass without raising his head: "Unfortunately, I also have someone I like."

"I know who your crush is." Zheng Shi said with a look of contempt, "This scholar doesn't look down on our peasant daughter, you better stop dreaming."

Lu Sheng just smiled and didn't refute or admit it.

However, Mr. Zheng's words made Duan Zhen, who approached with the kettle in his hand, listen to it over and over again.

He glanced at Lu Sheng who was busy with his head down, his eyes thoughtful.

"Yo, why is Duan Xiucai free to come here?"

Zheng Shi put away his contemptuous expression, and his face was full of flattery.

Lu Sheng raised his head and glanced at Duan Zhen, then kept his head down and busy.

Duan Zhen really didn't take a good look at his "ex-fiancee" before, so he didn't know that she looked so beautiful and moving.

Green temples are like clouds, ice muscles and jade bones, and faces are like peaches and plums.

The last time he only glanced at her, he only knew that she was born beautiful.

Looking at it again today, the adjective can't help but pop up in his mind.

I can't tell what I feel, I always feel a little empty.

He nodded politely towards Mrs. Zheng, then passed by with the kettle in hand.

"This scholar is really filial. After reading, he did not forget to give tea to his parents. If he is elected to an official in the future, he will definitely be a good official."

Listening to Zheng's praise for Duan Zhen, Lu Sheng didn't feel anything.

By the time the weeding was finished, it was noon.

Lu Sheng was covered in sweat and wet.

She carried her hoe and walked back, and as soon as she arrived at the door of the house, she saw a figure chasing after her.

"Lu Sheng."

Lu Sheng turned around and saw Duan Zhen walking towards her.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her eyebrows and asked quietly, "Is something wrong?"

Duan Zhen stood in front of her, staring at her sweaty, but still white face, and his heart moved slightly.

"Do you still like me?"

With a slight pain in his heart, Lu Sheng unconsciously frowned.

The original owner had liked Duan Zhen for many years, and he already had a memory in his heart.

Although this body has now been replaced by her, when I hear Duan Zhen's words, my heart can't help shrinking.

"Why are you asking this?" she asked calmly.

Duan Zhen said nervously: "If you still like me, I can accept you as a concubine when I am promoted to an official in the future."