The capital, Pingnan Hou Mansion.

On the day He Xiaocheng returned to Beijing, he was called into the study by the head of the He family and stayed for an afternoon.

In the evening, He Xiaocheng came out of the study in silence, his face slightly pale. The little guy standing outside saw his expression, hesitated for a moment and said cautiously: "Young Master, Madam is looking for you." ”

He Xiaocheng, who has always been tyrannical, rarely lost his temper, hummed casually, and walked towards the courtyard on the left.

Incense curls, attached to the gauze tent, by the breeze outside the window over the carved wooden pillars, charming style.

He Xiaocheng entered the room and bowed to the middle-aged beauty standing by the window: "Mother." ”

The graceful woman snorted, stretched out her hand to the magnolia outside the window, and said in a light tone: "I gave you a chance, but you still let me down." ”

He Xiaocheng's face turned pale, and he lowered his head in embarrassment: "It's the child's incompetence." ”

When the words fell, the tip of his nose smelled the aroma of sandalwood, and then the silk in front of him skimmed, and after the clear voice, He Xiaocheng's face was biased, and the red marks on it were particularly conspicuous.

Qin slowly lowered his hand, his expression unchanged: "Raise your head." ”

He Xiaocheng raised his head to look at her.

"My child, even if he is unbearable in the eyes of others, he can't feel incompetent, let alone bow his head." Qin glanced at him, sat down and took a sip of the tea on the table: "I originally expected you to go to the border pass to gain some fame, so that you can rightfully succeed to the Marquis of Pingnan in the future, but unfortunately it didn't work out." ”

He Xiaocheng was silent.

Qin's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he was silent for a long time before he spoke again: "It's already now, don't think about it anymore, Chunfu is coming soon, this time...... Don't let me down again. ”

"The child understands." He Xiaocheng bent over.

Madame hummed, and raised her right hand lightly: "All the way, let's go back and rest first...... There may be some bad talk out there lately, but you don't need to worry about it. ”

He Xiaocheng paused, nodded in agreement, saluted and retreated.

Five days later, the fireworks alley in the capital, the spring flower snow moon building.

At night, He Xiaocheng was drunk and helped out of the door by the little maid, still holding a wine jug in his hand, laughing a little crazy.

The little guy next to him struggled to support him: "Shizi, don't drink anymore, pay attention to your body." ”

"Shizi?" He Xiaocheng sneered, and suddenly threw away the wine jug and grabbed the collar of the little guy: "Who are you called?" ”

The sound of the ceramic breaking was crisp in his ears, and the little guy trembled in fright, looked at He Xiaocheng in fear, and lowered his head.

The hand that grabbed the collar of the little guy slowly loosened, and He Xiaocheng took a few steps back, lowered his eyes and looked at his hand, smiling.

The son, the son.

I am afraid that in the eyes of others, only He Xiaoge is worthy of the word son.

Also, He Xiaocheng smiled bitterly.

One is General Weiyuan, who is undefeated with a horizontal sword, and the other is a gentleman who is drunk and drunk, and he knows how to compare. Although he is in the flashy circle of the capital, where can anyone around him look up to him.

It's just that I used to disdain it in my heart, but now that the Red Fang has fought with the glory of He Xiaoge and his silent return, those malicious feelings have surfaced.

The disdainful ridicule that he had heard openly and secretly these days was circling in his mind, and He Xiaocheng clenched his hands, and his mouth quickly tasted bitterness.

Unwilling.

Obviously, he is the eldest son of the Pingnan Hou Mansion, but everyone only knows He Xiaoge.

His expression suddenly turned hideous, and when the little guy next to him saw him, he lowered his head in horror and said in a low voice: "The world...... Eldest young master, do you want to go back to the Hou Mansion? ”

He Xiaocheng glanced at him, nodded, and the little guy stepped forward to help him into the carriage with a sigh of relief and drew the curtain.

The carriage slowly arrived at the Hou Mansion, He Xiaocheng got out of the car and sent the little servant away, and walked towards his yard alone.

He drank a lot of wine, his steps were vain, his eyes were hazy, and the passers-by secretly avoided him when they saw him like this. He Xiaocheng walked forward, the alcohol made his mind more and more blurred, but the mockery he had heard in his ears became clearer and clearer, and the words were harsh, almost driving him to madness.

He quickened his pace, his mind sank and walked forward, the harsh voice in his ears was still the same, He Xiaocheng clenched his fists, the furious feelings in his heart became thicker and thicker, and he couldn't vent in his heart, he raised his feet with red eyes and ran wildly, I don't know how long it took, his body suddenly bumped into a person, the pain made him slightly sober, He Xiaoge raised his eyes to look at the person he hit, stunned.

He Xiaoge's mother, Mrs. Ning.

Xu is expression on his face was too hideous, Mrs. Ning stood up and took a step back, looking at him stiffly.

The momentary sobriety had disappeared, and He Xiaocheng looked at Mrs. Ning, looking at her eyebrows and eyes that were a little similar to He Xiaoge, and her eyes were painful.

"In addition to He Xiaoge, where is there anyone who can get on the stage? You said He Xiaocheng? Just such a fool, let alone breaking on his own, it would be good to be able to keep the hereditary marquis. ”

"I'm afraid the biggest joke this year is the one in the Pingnan Hou Mansion, it's also interesting, what do you say he has besides the position of sister-in-law."

“……”

“……”

The words he has heard these days are like in his ears, and every sentence is like a sharp sword, leaving one wound after another on his heart mercilessly, which is difficult to heal, and the blood is dripping, and the blood is melted together, gradually changing into the eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him.

He Xiaocheng looked at Mrs. Ning with hazy eyes, and under the drunkenness, he only felt that her eyebrows and eyes were slowly changing into sharp arcs, and in an instant, Mrs. Wen Wan in front of him disappeared, and the man with a calm expression was now looking at him in front of him, his eyes were dark.

Don't look at me, don't look at me...... Don't look at me!

It's just an unsightly concubine, why do you press me everywhere, why do you look at me with such eyes?!

He Xiaocheng gritted his teeth and raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked at Mrs. Ning, and anger was deposited in his heart.

Kill him, kill him!

As long as you kill him, no one in the Pingnan Hou Mansion will be able to press on you again.

Kill him, and no one will ever stand against your glory again.

Kill him!

Kill him!

The three words kept clamoring in the bottom of my heart, and I couldn't control it. Looking at his hideous appearance, Mrs. Ning couldn't help but take a few steps back, and looked around, it was quiet, and no one else was seen.

A sense of crisis filled her heart, Mrs. Ning's face panicked, she turned around and wanted to dodge, but just after she stepped back, her wrist was suddenly tightly gripped.

She turned back in horror to a pair of red eyes that had been overrun by anger.

It's crazy.

The desert scenery is just right.

The war stopped, and the eyesore left again, Gu Nan was in a very good mood, and pulled He Xiaoge to do many things that should be done in the spring.

The affection is gentle, and the days are indifferent, if you want to say that what can make Gu Nan sigh a little now, that is, the matter of Bai Zhi, the Red Fang Military Division.

Such an amazing and brilliant person, the day after the defeat of the Red Side, returned to Beijing and entered the palace city, and set fire to the palace after killing the three princes.

When Gu Nan and He Xiaoge received the news, they were discussing post-battle corrections together, and after hearing it, Lu Rong sighed softly: "Now I understand why there were many flaws in the formation on the day of the decisive battle." ”

He Xiaoge lowered his eyes, thinking of the white figure he had seen in the Chifang City Tower before, and the regretful color flashed in his eyes.

Gu Nan stood beside He Xiaoge and listened, his eyes pale pale.

It's probably love and kill each other.

I just thought about it, but I felt a pity in the end.

Look, how hard it is to be happy.

Everyone should learn to cherish it.

At night, it was cloudy and rainy, and when it was over, Gu Nan was lazy lying on the bed and his limbs were weak, He Xiaoge sat next to him and gently pressed his waist, his eyebrows and eyes were soft.

Compared with him, Gu Nan was really a little miserable, and he couldn't see anything when he was covered by a thin quilt, but as long as he opened it, there were ambiguous red marks all over his body.

Once an honest person eats the marrow and knows the taste, the explosiveness of ordinary people cannot be compared.

Gu Nan didn't understand this truth before, but now that he knows it, he still can't resist He Xiaoge's gentle killing with a glance back.

Just like now.

The hand on the waist moves gently, and the cherished taste spreads from the hands to the eyes, turning into a gentle gaze on him, and you can feel the pampering in it at a glance, which is really ...... Can't refuse.

Gu Nan sighed and relaxed his body, patted He Xiaoge's hand with both hands back: "No need to rub it, it'll be fine tomorrow morning, rest early." ”

He Xiaoge hummed softly, stretched out his hand to extinguish the oil lamp next to him, and rubbed Gu Nan's back: "Sleep." ”

His voice was very soft and soft, like a thin cloud of catkins, Gu Nan gradually felt sleepiness in this voice, and he couldn't hold on for a moment and closed his eyes.

After he fell asleep, He Xiaoge put his hand around his waist again and gently massaged it, and after about half an hour, he stopped his hand, leaned over and kissed Gu Nan's side of the cheek, the corners of his mouth curled.

There are thousands of romantic flowers in the world, and it is not as good as a smile to kill gently.

On the same day, He Xiaoge got up very early as usual, Gu Nan didn't get up until noon, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a man sitting at the table with his eyes down and reading the military book, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and his face was indifferent and handsome.

Gu Nan didn't bother him, he got out of bed to wash, and as soon as he got dressed, he heard Lu Rong's voice outside the tent: "General, Mr. Gu, are you up?" ”

He Xiaoge looked at Gu Nan, Gu Nan nodded at him, and the latter spoke: "Come in." ”

Lu Rong came in as he said, holding a letter in his hand and handing it to He Xiaoge: "It was sent by the Pingnan Hou Mansion." ”

He Xiaoge snapped his fingers, put down the military book and took the letter, stared at it for a long time and opened his eyes, his body suddenly stiffened, the love on his face disappeared in an instant, and the whole person sat there like a statue.

After Gu Nan washed up, he turned around and saw the man's appearance like this, and walked quickly to him in shock: "What's wrong?" ”

He Xiaoge clenched the letter tightly and was silent, his fingers trembling violently.

Such a small action that only appears when the emotion is difficult to suppress exposes the uncalm in the man's heart at this time, Gu Nan reached out and pulled out the letter paper in his hand, quickly browsed to the bottom, and was silent.

Mrs. Pingnan Hou Funing died.