Iron Tree Blossoms

Fu Ling retracted his hand and looked back. He sounded surprised, "Why did you buy so many things?"

Eleven stood aside and didn't say anything.

Xie Cheng's leg was still pierced with silver needles. He showed his handsome and dazzling face and said faintly, "Another one."

Fu Ling did not understand what he was saying. He looked at Shuo Feng and then at Xie Cheng. "Another one?"

Fu Ling had planned to go to Jiangnan to stay for a while, but along the way, he had heard that Xie Cheng was injured on the battlefield and narrowly escaped death. Although he survived, he injured his legs. He was afraid that he would never be able to stand up again. In the future, he would never be able to go to battle. It would ruin his life.

He also heard that his temperament had changed drastically. He had become ruthless and malicious. He had lost his appetite and was no longer as elegant as before. He was half-dead.

He was so frightened that he immediately packed his things and rushed to Yandu.

However, when he returned, he realized that apart from some problems with Xie Cheng's legs, everything else was fine.

He was not half-dead, nor did he lose his appetite.

It was just a plate of yellow pastries, and he did not let him eat it.

It was not like the General's residence lacked such things.

Fu Ling had never seen Xie Cheng so petty.

Shuo Feng walked over. He glanced at the silver needle on Xie Cheng's leg and said, "Young Master Fu, you don't know, but a girl has come to our General's residence. She's an interesting person."

"A girl?" Fu Ling was not interested in this, and his tone became perfunctory. "Oh, oh, I see."

Shuo Feng did not know how to reply to him.

Eleven was speechless.

The two of them raised their heads and looked at him. There was a hint of resentment in their eyes.

They were not afraid of Xie Cheng. After all, they had been by his side for so many years. Could he kill them?

The corners of Eleven's mouth twitched. He reminded him warmly, "The plate of snacks that General just ate was from that girl."

Fu Ling suddenly raised his head and looked at Eleven.

Was it the plate of ugly-looking yellow biscuits from just now?

Was it the biscuits that Xie Cheng couldn't bear to let him taste?

No way, no way!?

Was an iron tree about to bloom?

Eleven seemed to understand Fu Ling's gaze. Ignoring Xie Cheng staring daggers at him, he added fearlessly, "That's right, it's that plate of biscuits."

Fu Ling's eyes widened in shock.

No way, it turned out that General Xie, who didn't get close to women, was like this after he bloomed!

Even though the yellow food did not taste good, he still ate it without stopping because she was the one who made it!

Such earth-shattering love!

Xie Cheng's twitched his eyebrows. Before he could speak, he heard Shuo Feng, who was standing at the side, speak.

Shuo Feng glanced in his direction with a smile as he watched a good show. "General also instructed me to buy those things for that girl!"

XIe Cheng was speechless.

Forget it.

There didn't seem to be anything wrong with him saying that, but…

Fu Ling's gaze was unusually enthusiastic.

Iron! Tree! Blossom!

"What's her name? Where is she now? What does she look like? Which family is she from? Are you engaged? When are you getting married?" Fu Ling looked at them, and his eyes lit up. He did not look elegant and polite at all.

"Her name is Jiang Fu. The old lady…" Shuo Feng said. Before he could finish, Xie Cheng interrupted him.

"Don't listen to their nonsense." Xie Cheng leaned there lazily, not even bothering to open his eyes. "It's not like that."