Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 785 Su Wuming 84

The two of them fed and ate together, the atmosphere was warm and sweet. Su Wuming watched Chu Hua eating sweetly, and his heart was filled with joy. He suddenly felt that feeding Chu Hua was more satisfying than eating by himself.

"Su Wuming, your porridge is well cooked. It's better than the century egg and lean meat porridge I had before." Chu Huan praised while eating, but she was silently complaining in her heart: This Tang Dynasty porridge is too light. If it weren't for Su Wuming's kindness, she would not eat it.

Hearing the compliment, Su Wuming quickly said, "If it's delicious, eat more. If it's not enough, I'll go to the kitchen to make more."

"Enough, enough, I'm full." Chu Huan waved her hands quickly, fearing that Su Wuming would really go to the kitchen to make porridge for her.

"Does your hand still hurt?" Su Wuming's warm breath gently brushed across the back of Chu Hua's hand, bringing a tingling sensation.

Chu Hua looked at Su Wuming eagerly, her lips slightly pouted, her eyes seemed to be filled with mist, and she said aggrievedly: "Su Wuming, my hand hurts. If you are free today, can you... accompany me?"

Su Wuming's heart seemed to be gently pinched by an invisible little hand, and it felt numb. Looking at Chu Hua's expression, how could he say no?

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere today. I'll just stay with Huan'er." His voice was so gentle that it seemed like water was dripping out of it, and his eyes were glued to Chu Huan, unable to move away.

When Chu Huan heard this, she immediately smiled. Her original grievance disappeared, and was replaced by full of pride.

She stretched out her uninjured hand and gently poked Su Wuming's cheek: "You said it, don't regret it!"

Su Wuming looked at Chu Hua's playful appearance, and a smile rose unconsciously on his lips. He held Chu Hua's hand and kneaded it gently: "When have I ever lied to you?"

"So, what do you want to do with me?"

Su Wuming thought for a moment and said, "How about I take you out for a walk? Several new shops have opened in Nanzhou recently. I heard that there are many new things in them."

When Chu Hua heard that they were going out shopping, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Okay, okay! I'm going to buy rouge and powder, and also buy some beautiful clothes!"

Su Wuming looked at Chu Hua's excitement, and there was even more doting in his eyes.

He stood up and went to get his robe: "I'll go change my clothes, and then we'll go."

As soon as Su Wuming stepped out of the door, he bumped into several pairs of gossipy eyes.

Lu Lingfeng folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the wall with an expression that said "I knew it"; Pei Xijun covered his mouth with his hands and laughed, his eyes flickering with an ambiguous light; Master Fei Ji stroked his goatee, with an unfathomable look on his face, as if he knew all the mysteries of the world; even little Xue Huan opened his eyes wide, with a look of thirst for knowledge.

Su Wuming was caught off guard by the sudden onlookers. He subconsciously touched his nose and looked evasive: "What are you all... doing standing here?"

Lu Lingfeng raised his eyebrows and said in a sarcastic tone, "Sir Su, we were just admiring the flowers in the yard when we happened to hear some noises in the house...um...I wonder what state affairs Lord Su and Miss Chu Hua are discussing?"

Su Wuming's ears turned red, and he quickly explained: "No, we were just... chatting casually."

Pei Xijun saw this and quickly came out to smooth things over: "Brother, how is Sister Chuhua's hand injury?"

Su Wuming then remembered the important matter and said quickly: "It's nothing serious, just some superficial injuries. I was planning to take her out for a walk to relax her mind."

"Go out for a walk?" Lu Lingfeng's eyes lit up.

"Why don't we go together? A new restaurant has recently opened in Nanzhou City. I heard that the Drunken Immortal Brew there is the best!"

Su Wuming secretly complained in his heart, this Lu Lingfeng really kept talking about things that were not relevant. It was so hard to get some time alone with Huan'er, how could he let this group of people mess up the situation?

He rolled his eyes at Lu Lingfeng in annoyance, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Go away, go away, go away, Huan'er and I finally have some free time, why are you joining in the fun?"

"Su Sima, your words are too hurtful!"

Pei Xijun smiled softly and covered her mouth with her hands: "Lu Lingfeng, please don't make things difficult for your brother. He finally got Sister Chu Hua and it was so sweet. How could he be willing to share her with others?"

"Miss Xijun, you're talking like I'm some kind of monster! I just want to taste the Immortal Drunken Brew, nothing else."

Su Wuming returned to his room and opened the closet. He was dazzled by the dazzling array of official uniforms. He usually wore a low-key dark official uniform when handling cases. Today, he wanted to show a different side of himself in front of Chu Hua, so he carefully selected a lake blue round-necked robe with auspicious cloud patterns embroidered on it. It was faintly shiny in the sun, making him look gentle and elegant.

He adjusted his clothes carefully in front of the bronze mirror, and combed his hair meticulously with a comb. Only then did he walk out with satisfaction.

When Su Wuming opened the door, he ran into a group of four people who were sitting or standing in different postures, as well as little Xue Huan who was standing on tiptoe and wanted to put his ear to the crack of the door.

Seeing Su Wuming coming out, several people's eyes fell on him at the same time, and their eyes seemed to want to poke several holes in him.

Su Wuming cleared his throat uncomfortably and asked calmly, "You...what are you doing?"

Lu Lingfeng said in an ambiguous tone: "Hey, Sima Su, you are dressed so... fancy, are you going to meet a beautiful lady?"

Su Wuming glared at him and said unhappily, "I'm just taking Huan'er out for a walk."

"Su Wuming!" Chu Huan also changed her clothes and came out. She was wearing a light blue dress, which made her skin look whiter than snow and her features look like a painting.

Su Wuming was stunned for a moment, as if the whole world was left with only the beauty in front of him.

Chu Hua saw Su Wuming staring at her, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she asked angrily, "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"

As he said this, he touched his face seriously.

Su Wuming finally came back to his senses and coughed dryly to cover up his gaffe: "No...no, Huan'er looks...especially...pretty today."

Chu Hua chuckled, her eyebrows curved, as charming as a crescent moon: "Slippery tongue! Come on, didn't you say you would take me out for a walk?"

Su Wuming quickly responded, "Yes, yes, I'll go right away, right away."

As he spoke, he took Chu Huan's uninjured hand and walked towards the door.

Su Wuming held Chu Huan's hand and walked straight out of Sima Mansion, leaving behind a group of stunned onlookers.

Master Fei Ji was the first to react, and shouted exaggeratedly: "Hey, hey, hey, Su Wuming, you're leaving now? Where's the Drunken Immortal Wine you promised me?"

Pei Xijun laughed and teased him: "Master Ji, just give up on this idea. My brother only has Sister Chu Hua in his eyes now. How can he still see you?"

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Su Wuming and Chu Hua walked side by side on the streets of Nanzhou City. The warm spring sun and the breeze were so pleasant. Su Wuming would occasionally sneak a glance at Chu Hua beside him. Seeing her smiling face, his mood also brightened.

"Huan'er, does your hand still hurt?" Su Wuming asked with concern.

Chu Hua gently shook her head: "It's much better now, it's no problem."

Su Wuming held her hand tightly and said softly, "Huan'er, you must be more careful in the future and don't get hurt again. I...I will feel bad."

Chu Hua's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said angrily, "I know, I know, why are you more long-winded than me?"

The streets of Nanzhou City were slightly narrower than those of Chang'an City, but they were also very lively. The hawkers' cries and the children's laughter intertwined into a symphony of market life. Su Wuming held Chu Hua's hand tightly, fearing that she would be separated by the crowd.

"Huan'er, look at the silk flowers over there. Do you like them?" Su Wuming pointed to a small stall set up by an old woman on the street. The stall was filled with colorful silk flowers. Although the workmanship was not exquisite, it had a unique simple charm.

Chu Hua looked in the direction of Su Wuming's finger, and indeed saw a small stall full of silk flowers. The colorful silk flowers looked particularly bright in the sun, like a group of butterflies resting there. She smiled slightly: "It looks good, but it doesn't look right on me."

Su Wuming asked in confusion: "Why doesn't it match? Huan'er looks good in anything." The sincerity in his eyes warmed Chu Huan's heart. This Su Wuming was really generous when it came to praising people.

"I'm dressed so plainly, if I put on these colorful things, wouldn't I look like a peacock?" Chu Huan joked, but the image of Su Wuming wearing silk flowers emerged in her mind, and she couldn't help laughing out loud.

Su Wuming was confused by her laughter: "Huan'er, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I just think... you would look really good if you wore that big red one." Chu Huan suppressed her smile and pointed to the largest and reddest flower on the stall. The flower was as big as a palm, layered, and as red as a ball of fire.

Su Wuming followed her gaze and was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Huan'er, please don't make fun of me. How can a man wear such...fancy things?"

"Who says men can't wear flowers in their hair? In the Song Dynasty..."

Chu Hua dragged out the last syllable, pretended to pause mysteriously, rolled her eyes, and smiled slyly: "It's all the rage for men to wear flowers in their hair!"

Su Wuming quickly covered Chu Hua's mouth. How could this girl dare to say anything!

He looked around nervously. Fortunately, everyone seemed to be busy with their own things and didn't notice the movement on their side.

"Huan'er, please keep your voice down."

Su Wuming lowered his voice, leaned close to Chu Hua's ear and said, "Don't say that carelessly. If someone hears you, you'll get into trouble."

Chu Hua had her mouth covered by him, so she could only make a "wuwu" sound, her big eyes rolling around.

Su Wuming's palm was large and warm, pressed against her soft lips. A strange feeling surged into her heart, making her heart beat faster.