The handsome young man stood at the foot of the hall, his back straight, like a green bamboo, neither humble nor arrogant, his eyes condensed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the main seat of the hall sat an old-looking woman, staring at the young man.

The old woman looks about forty or fifty years old, and her facial features are upright, and she can vaguely glimpse the demeanor of her youth, but the eyes at this moment make her look not like the kind eyebrows of ordinary old people, but more plain and mean.

She was wearing a dark jujube-colored regular dress, the cuffs, neckline and hem were embroidered with cyan silk thread with extremely delicate auspicious cloud blessing characters, and she wore a set of water-colored jade hair ornaments on her head, which looked dignified and gorgeous.

The young man in the hall was dressed in a cyan robe, which looked much simpler than the old woman, and he didn't even wear a crown on his head, but tied his hair with a headband, looking neat and inexplicably chic.

There is a white jade Ruyi buckle hanging from his waist, which is delicate and small, but the jade Yingluo is a little unpleasant, and it is not very delicate and neat, and it is not very commensurate with the warm jade buckle.

The old woman and the young man looked at each other for a long time, but the expression on the young man's face did not change at all, but the old woman was a little unbreathable.

She raised her hand and slapped it on the table, and the cane of the fine agarwood held in her other hand slammed it on the ground, making a dull "bang" on the ground, and shouted angrily: "Xiao Yan! This is your attitude towards your mother?!"

When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but be silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "What kind of attitude does my mother think I should have?"

He asked rhetorically, his tone was very light, and he didn't wait for the old woman to answer after speaking, and said: "Mother ignores my thoughts and wants to put my only child to death, what kind of attitude does Mother think I should have?!"

He repeated the sentence again, but this time his tone was much heavier, and even faintly a little harsh.

The old woman was startled at first, then became more annoyed, and she said sharply, "What nonsense are you talking about?!! When did I want to put Xiao Xin to death?!"

The young man looked up sharply, his eyes becoming more and more gloomy.

Speaking of other children, they are all Yue'er and Ying'er, but Xiao Yan's children have never had a "Xiao Xin" who has a clear intimacy.

- What else can he look forward to?

He drooped his eyelashes, and he only felt that he didn't even want to hang up a sneer, and there was a trace of emotion in the depths of his eyes.

The mother's tone was so firm that it made her son a little curious. ”

He smiled softly, and suddenly looked up, his gaze cold like lightning on her face.

"Mother, why should I tell me in detail, why can I be so sure that Xin'er will not be harmed?"

The young man lowered his voice, and his voice, which was originally hoarse because of his anger and urgency, was a little deliberately drifting, and it sounded like a trance crying blood.

Mrs. Xiao's heart palpitated, and suddenly felt that his second son, who had always been taciturn and had no sense of existence, had such a majesty, he stood there, staring straight at himself, the candlelight was extinguished, so that she could not clearly see his expression, but she could only feel that the gaze was like a substance, which could almost burn a hole in her face.

She was first frightened in her heart, and then she was endlessly angry, and her expression suddenly became solemn, but she didn't dare to answer his words, so she only said inwardly: "What are you talking about?! Is this the way you talk to your mother?"

The young man's face drew a cool arc: "I said, what attitude does the mother think her son should have?"

But before that, the mother might as well tell her son why the only one in which Xin'er was sitting in the five carriages with her had a problem.

Why didn't Ying'er and Qi'er, who were sitting in the carriage together, have had an accident, and even Qi'er, who is one year younger than Xin'er, has been found, but only my Xin'er is nowhere to be found?"

He asked several rhetorical questions in a row, and he couldn't say a word about what Mrs. Xiao really asked.

However, she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong, she was just very angry, angry that this second son, who had always been obedient to her, dared to talk to her like this today.

She couldn't help but think of the time when Xiao Yan insisted on marrying that woman despite his own opposition, and at that time, he showed disobedience to himself for the first time, and she felt in her heart that that woman was really a fox spirit who could confuse people.

Sure enough, after marrying that woman, his son was not as obedient to him as before.

thought that after the woman died, his son would return to his previous appearance, but he didn't expect him to become more and more alienated from himself.

- Mrs. Xiao never thought that this was because of her own problems, she just felt that her son was so bewitched by the vixen that he dared to disobey him.

Not only that, but he even talked to himself like this today because of the child left by that woman, and when Xiao Lao Taijun thought of this, he suddenly became angry.

She slammed the table with a bang, anger written all over her face.

"It's against the sky! It's against you!"

She shouted a little unscrupulously: "Isn't it just a-left child, what do you want me to do?! What if I did it on purpose? Could it be that you still want to do something to me because ......of that wild seed?!"

The young man's face finally changed, his eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth to interrupt the old woman's next words: "Mother!"

The old woman was startled by his sudden voice, and subconsciously stopped looking at the young man

The moment she met the young man's gaze, she shuddered violently, and then realized that she seemed to have lost her words.

Seeing that the woman stopped, the young man lowered his eyelids to cover the look in his eyes, and then his voice came without a trace of undulation: "Mother, Xiao Xin is your own grandson. ”

The old woman looked a little distant, and her eyes swept around the courtyard as if unintentionally—and then remembered that the young man had sent everyone out when he had just entered.

She stroked her sideburns by her hair, and the sharp voice that had just been unscrupulous finally came down: "Of course I know that Xiao Xin is my own grandson." ”

She glanced at the young man's expression, softened her voice and said, "You know, I'm also so angry that I said such a thing, don't take it to heart." ”

She paused, and then said, "Xiao Xin hasn't been found yet, aren't you worried? ”

The young man couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips again.

Seriously, he wasn't surprised by the old woman's reaction.

She was a very face-conscious person, and she must have regretted it in her heart when she said such a thing - she would not leave anything in others that would accuse her of being unkind or partial.

The young man chuckled softly, and there was some pantothenic acid in his eyes.

- He should have known, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.