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Chapter 764 Su Wuming 63

"Oh my, Lord Su is so considerate to Miss Chu Huan! Their love is stronger than gold, and everyone is envious! I wonder when the wedding will be coming soon? I can prepare early and have a glass of wedding wine!"

Su Wuming was caught off guard by Governor Xiong's sudden urging for marriage. His handsome face turned red and his eyes were wandering. He didn't know how to respond.

He secretly glanced at Chu Huan, but saw that she was looking at the dishes on the table with great interest, as if she had not heard what Governor Xiong said at all.

Chu Hua was thinking about how to get some chili peppers. Although the ingredients of this ancient dish were fresh, the taste was really bland. It was really unbearable for her, a modern person who loves spicy food. Of course, she heard what Governor Xiong said, but she was too lazy to pay attention to it. After all, she and Su Wuming were just fertile, and it was too early to get married!

Seeing that Su Wuming didn't say anything, Governor Xiong thought he was shy, so he teased him even more vigorously: "Isn't Su Sima shy? It is natural for a man to get married and start a family. Miss Chuhua is so smart and beautiful, and she and Lord Su are a perfect match. It would be a good thing for them to get married as soon as possible!"

Su Wuming was made even more embarrassed by what Governor Xiong said, and he wished he could find a hole to crawl into. He looked at Lu Lingfeng for help, hoping that he could help him out.

Lu Lingfeng, however, looked like he was enjoying the show, and even added fuel to the fire, saying, "Governor Xiong is right, Su Wuming, you are not a child anymore, it's time for you to get married. You better hurry up and don't miss out on such a good marriage."

Su Wuming glared at Lu Lingfeng fiercely. It was obvious that this guy came here to laugh at him!

Master Fei Ji was watching with great interest, and he did not forget to fan the flames: "Yes, yes, Su Wuming, if you don't hurry up, someone else will get there first. Don't cry when the time comes!"

Su Wuming felt like he was about to collapse. Why were all of them joining in the fun?

Chu Hua blushed as she secretly looked at Su Wuming. Su Wuming was so uncomfortable with the teasing that he felt like a suckling pig being roasted on a fire. He could only laugh dryly and said, "Governor Xiong, you are joking. Miss Chu Hua is still young. It's not too late to talk about marriage in a few years."

Master Fei Ji twirled his sparse goatee and sighed in a mature manner: "Alas, Su Wuming, ah Su Wuming, you are not young anymore. In a few years, the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes will be enough to kill mosquitoes. By then, Miss Chu Huan will be young and beautiful, but you will have become an old man. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I'm afraid that the King of Xiang has a dream, but the goddess has no intention!"

Su Wuming was so angry at Master Fei's words that he almost passed out. He glared at Master Fei fiercely and said through gritted teeth, "Old Fei, stop talking nonsense!"

Master Fei Ji was not afraid at all, instead he laughed even more happily: "Oh, are you angry because of shame? It seems that I hit the nail on the head! No wonder, which man would not be tempted by a person like Miss Chu Hua? It's a pity that you, Su Wuming, are destined to live a lonely life!"

Su Wuming was so angry that his face turned blue, but he didn't know how to refute. He secretly glanced at Chu Hua, but saw that she was lowering her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she was trying hard to hold back a smile.

Governor Xiong saw that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he quickly tried to smooth things over, "Alright, Mr. Fei, stop teasing Sima Su. Come on, let's drink and eat. We won't leave until we're drunk today!"

Everyone raised their glasses, and the atmosphere eased a little.

Su Wuming secretly observed Chu Hua while drinking, and felt relieved when he saw that she looked normal. He secretly made up his mind to win her heart as soon as possible.

"Governor, I have an old friend in Nanzhou whom I haven't seen for more than ten years. I miss him very much. He is a calligrapher named Yan Yuanfu. I wonder if you can meet him."

After Su Wuming said this, the governor and the chief secretary looked at each other, their faces looking a little heavy.

Before he could say anything, he heard the sound of a piano coming from the street downstairs.

The sound of the piano was melodious, like weeping and complaining, but with a hint of indescribable weirdness. This sound of the piano was out of tune with the lively restaurant, like a drop of ink dropped into clear water, slowly spreading, rendering the originally lively atmosphere with a layer of strange color.

Master Fei Ji: "Whose funeral is this? The funeral music is played so beautifully."

"Sima Su, if I'm not mistaken, the person being sent off by the music should be your old friend Yan Yuanfu!"

As soon as Governor Xiong finished speaking, Su Wuming's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Yan Yuanfu, his best friend in his youth, actually died just like that?

He stood up suddenly, his face pale, his lips trembling as he asked, "Governor Xiong, are you serious?"

Governor Xiong and the Chief Secretary exchanged glances and nodded heavily.

"It's absolutely true. Mr. Yan died suddenly a few days ago, and his funeral was held today."

"Death by sudden death?" Su Wuming muttered to himself, frowning. Yan Yuanfu had always been in good health, how could he suddenly die? A strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, and his intuition told him that this matter was not simple.

Seeing this, Chu Huan gently pulled Su Wuming's sleeve.

Su Wuming took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart. He turned to look at Chu Hua and forced a smile: "I'm fine. It's just that I haven't seen my old friend for a long time, and it's hard to accept the bad news."

Su Wuming walked quickly to the edge of the terrace and looked down. On the street below, a funeral procession was slowly moving forward, with white flags fluttering in the wind like wisps of ghosts.

In the middle of the procession, a black lacquer coffin was carried by eight people, looking particularly heavy. The sound of mourning music came from the front of the procession, where a man in white was holding a guqin and playing it with a sad look on his face.

A gust of wind blew by, and a few pieces of paper money fell from the sky, landing on Su Wuming's face like cold tears. He reached out and brushed away the paper money, feeling mixed emotions. After not seeing each other for more than ten years, he met again, but they were separated by the Yin and Yang. How could he accept this?

"Sima Su, please accept my condolences." The voice of Governor Xiong came from behind.

Su Wuming took a deep breath, turned around, and forced a smile: "Thank you for your concern, Governor."

Su Wuming hurried downstairs, followed closely by Chu Huan.

Chu Huan pulled his sleeve and asked in a low voice: "Where are you going?"

Su Wuming paused, turned around and looked at her, his eyes full of sorrow: "I'll go and see him off, we're old friends..."

Chu Huan nodded, said nothing more, and followed him silently.

After catching up with the funeral procession, Su Wuming explained his purpose to the leader. Seeing that he was an official appointed by the imperial court, the leader dared not neglect him and asked the procession to stop. Su Wuming walked to the coffin and bowed deeply.

"Brother Yuanfu, Wuming is late..." He whispered, with a hint of sob in his voice.

Chu Huan stood aside, looking at Su Wuming's sad expression, and felt a little sad. Although she had never met this Yan Yuanfu, from Su Wuming's reaction, the relationship between them must be very deep.

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The funeral procession set off again, and Su Wuming and his party returned to the Sima Mansion which had been cleaned up by Master Fei Ji.

Back at Sima Mansion, the air was filled with a strange and ambiguous atmosphere. Su Wuming, who was usually steady and self-controlled, seemed a little uneasy at this moment, and walked with his hands and feet together, like a child who had just learned to walk.

He would steal glances at Chu Hua from time to time, his eyes flickering, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Chu Huan was also a little embarrassed, her cheeks slightly reddened. She remembered what Governor Xiong said at the dinner table, "A talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven," and the look in the eyes of the Chief Secretary who wanted to marry them immediately, and she felt her scalp tingling.

"That..." Su Wuming finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, as if he was holding a piece of hot charcoal in his mouth.

"Huan'er, you... don't listen to their nonsense."

Chu Hua burst out laughing and teased him deliberately: "What nonsense are you talking about? Does Sima Su think we are not a good match?"

Su Wuming panicked and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no, that's not what I meant! I just... just..."

He hesitated for a long time but couldn't make out what he meant.

Chu Hua secretly laughed at his embarrassment, but she couldn't bear to tease him any more, so she said softly, "I know what you mean. I also think they said it too early. How long have we known each other..."

Su Wuming was actually worried that in a few years, when he got older, Huan'er would no longer like him. He was much older than Huan'er, and although he felt that he was in the prime of his life, what if Huan'er liked a young and handsome man?

This thought was like the live shrimps sold in the ghost market, jumping up and down in his mind and making him uneasy.

"Huan'er..." Su Wuming mustered up his courage, but his voice was as small as a mosquito's hum: "I...I..."

"Hmm?" Chu Huan tilted her head and looked at him with an innocent look on her face.

Su Wuming's cheeks felt hot when he was looked at by her. The affectionate confession he had prepared seemed like overcooked porridge that he couldn't pour out.

"I...I just want to say..."

Su Wuming blushed and stammered, "Well...what Governor Xiong said...is not completely unreasonable..."

Chu Hua burst out laughing, with a smile on her face: "Sima Su, are you...proposing to me?"

Su Wuming was even more panicked now, and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, that's not what I meant! I just... I just think... we... we can... can..."

He kept saying "yes" for a long time but couldn't come up with any reason. Chu Hua couldn't help laughing again.

"Su Wuming, you don't need to be so nervous." Chu Huan took a step closer and reached out to gently smooth his frowning brows.

"I know what you're thinking."

The sweet fragrance from her body lingered on Su Wuming's nose, making him dizzy. He stared blankly at Chu Hua who was so close to him, his heart beating like a drum.

Su Wuming seemed to have his acupuncture points pressed, and he stood motionless, letting Chu Hua's fingers wander between his eyebrows. He felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

"Su Wuming, you are really... good." Chu Hua's voice was as soft as a feather, tickling his heart.

"I...I know." Su Wuming answered awkwardly, feeling his tongue tied.