Even though he is now famous in the government and the opposition, Situ Yi still can't get rid of the identity of the eldest prince of the Yasukuni Mansion. Xiao Yi is still his mother-in-law, and his visit is due in the eyes of outsiders.

Therefore, when the men of the Guogong Mansion saw him coming, they were not surprised to panic, and only let someone inform him to enter. After a long time, I saw the old housekeeper in the house staggering over.

That old man is Xiao Yi's subordinate who married him, and he is her confidant. used to be a first-class subordinate in this huge national meritorious mansion. The young Situ Yi brothers and sisters were often rectified by him in the light and in the dark.

In the end, the years are strong, the slaves of the year have to dye their hair with frost and their bodies are rickety, but Situ Yi is already famous and high-spirited.

The old housekeeper greeted Situ Yi from afar, and called out "Big Young Master" in a trembling voice.

Situ Yi's eyebrows couldn't help frowning when he heard this, but he was helpless. He raised his hand, motioned for him to get up, and commanded him to lead the way.

The old butler got up, hooked his body low, and respectfully led the way before Situ Yi took half a step. His black, wrinkled hands couldn't hold back the panic in his heart, trembling slightly.

Situ Yi took in his nervousness and panic from then on, and secretly laughed. This fierce slave back then still has such a cowardly and timid side. If you want to come to the world, it is indeed the most evil and narrowest heart. He himself is a young man who must be revenged, and Situ Yi is also a fellow person who is waiting for an opportunity to seek revenge.

If Situ Yi really has the heart to find those old grievances, he is afraid that in the entire Guogong Mansion, except for Situ Chong, there will be no good end. It's just that he didn't mean to do this, he let it go, and he didn't care about it.

Looking up at the familiar bluestone road, the two solid high walls are still cold, and a line of blue sky hangs on the top, still clean and transparent, but out of reach.

In a trance, it seems to go back to more than 20 years ago. It was also the end of summer, and Situ Linlang, who was only five years old, cried and threw himself into his arms at the end of the road. She held up a pair of small hands covered with needles and bloodstains to him, and told him how the old lady taught her to learn female red...

At that time, Situ Yi was only seven years old, except for grief, distress and pale persuasion, he did not have any power to let himself escape all kinds of "famous teachers" and let his sister escape the torture of "deserved".

Situ Yi closed his eyes fiercely, trying to suppress the disgust and hatred that was tumbling in his heart.

Fortunately, at the beginning, the twelve-year-old Situ Linlang was witty and tough enough, and when he was almost raped by Situ Kun, he escaped and fled. However, Situ Kun hit him upside down and shamelessly accused Situ Linlang of seducing him. With his mother protecting him, he has no fear, and Situ Linlang is speechless. If you want the whole thing to pass quietly and prevent Situ Linlang's reputation from being damaged, the old lady said that the only way is for Situ Yi to leave Chang'an......

Things are not people, and the blue brick road under his feet is still hard and cold, but the four people who know this secret story are all different. The sinister and arrogant Situ Kun has died in the penal colony. Linlang has long since left. The Duchess is old and sick, and the limit is not far away. Only Situ Yi was still walking slowly on the road, and he couldn't see or see his own way forward.

Mrs. Tai's house is still tall and wide, but the hall is full of medicinal gas, and it seems that Xiao Yi buried in the splendid pile is like a pile of rotten bones, revealing endless coldness and loneliness. She has been in glory and wealth all her life, but she has also survived in loneliness and loneliness all her life.

Situ Yi stood still from afar, bowed down and made a junior salute, and said lightly: "The old lady is fine."

There was a violent coughing sound on the couch, and the little girls on the side stepped forward and were busy for a long time before helping Xiao Yi get up and letting her sit up barely half leaning on a pile of brocade cushions.

"All of you go down!" Xiao Yi said weakly to the maids and servants who were standing on the ground. But her expression and bearing when she spoke still had the same irreversible authority as back then.

"Old lady, this..." An old grandmother was a little uneasy, but she didn't dare to object.

"Don't worry, there is a dignified young master of the Guogong Mansion here, what are you afraid of?" Xiao Yi said, his cold eyes glanced at Situ Yi lightly.

In the end, he is the eldest son of the Situ family, and she is his mother-in-law. No matter how powerful he is, he can't deny this.

Situ Yi listened quietly, met her gaze, and looked at each other calmly.

She was emaciated as dry wood, her skin so pale that it was almost transparent, and it was loose over her bones. At the tail of the slender Danfeng eyes, the folded skin outlines a few deep wrinkles. The gray hair is tucked back at the back of the head, but it is neatly combed, and the thin clothes are clean and fresh. Even if she lingers on the sickbed, her upbringing of the daughter of the family is still perfect and impeccable.

Xiao Yi looked at Situ Yi carefully from top to bottom with cold eyes, and the corners of his pale lips flashed with disdain and contempt, "It's really a Shibei for three days, and you need to be impressed." The eldest son, this splendid dress is worn on the body, how comfortable is it than the felt lambskin? ”

She spoke harshly, as always. But Situ Yi was no longer resentful, and only looked at her lightly. There was a bit of pity.

He finally understood why his father had been nostalgic for the short years at the foot of Amiri Mountain all his life. Why Xiao Yi can't replace his mother's position in his father's heart for the rest of his life.

Xiao Yi is pitiful, she only has the glorious Chang'an City with golden walls in her eyes, and the narrow sky at the four corners, so she can do everything she can, but she fights in the crowd, fights for heart, fights for profit, and fights for life. She is dignified and virtuous, but she is also uninteresting and uninteresting. She is full of power and status, but she doesn't know that those rules and regulations are beyond the fragrance of fat powder. There are also blue clouds and white sky, clear water and high mountains, and the fragrance of wild flowers. His mother is a woman who is as free as a wild horse, and has affection and warmth. And Xiao Yi is a jade carving beauty wrapped in splendid clothes, delicate enough and noble enough, but she has no heart or love......

Xiao Yi saw that he was silent, and gasped and said excitedly: "This high position washed out of his brother's blood, can the eldest prince sit steadily and steadily?" ”

Situ Yi looked at the old woman in front of him who was trying to provoke him, and laughed instead of anger.

Gently lifting his clothes, he sat on the low table by the couch, and said with a light smile: "Madame is wrong, my Situ Yi has today, and it is not only my brother who should be thanked, but also Mrs." If it weren't for my wife forcing me to leave Chang'an, how would I have the opportunity to make meritorious service before the battle? If it weren't for Situ Kun coercing Linlang, how could Linlang be posthumously crowned queen because of a blessing in disguise? ”

Xiao Yi did a thousand calculations back then, but he never expected that people were not as good as heaven. Hearing him talk about these heart-wrenching things now, the roots of his teeth itched without feeling hatred: "So, you're here to take revenge?" But there are grievances, and the person who counts your mother, son, brother and sister is always me, so it's good for you to find me! Why bother with my Xiao family? My Xiao family's Longxi Wang clan, a hundred years of fame, was ruined in your hands overnight! So many heads, so much blood! Situ Yi, aren't you afraid of retribution? Speaking of sadness, Xiao Yi trembled with anger. Her breathing was muddy and deep in her violently heaving chest, like a broken bellows, barely sustaining her breath.

The so-called summer insects are indescribable, in the face of such a noble but narrow-minded and selfish woman, Situ Yi can't tell the world of his family and country no matter what. Since you can't say it, don't say it. With a low sigh, he got up and picked up the tea cup on the table and slowly handed it to her.

The one who is about to die, he has no intention and no need to settle anything with her.

Xiao Yi didn't accept this, she stared at him deadly, and used all her strength to beat the tea cup in his hand like a hate.

The fine white and lustrous snow porcelain tea cup fell over on the thick velvet carpet, and his heart trembled slightly like palpitations. The spilled herbal tea, soaked into the gorgeous rich peonies on the velvet carpet, disappeared in an instant, leaving only a dark shadow, as if there were scars on the ground on the brocade of flowers, which was shocking.

Seeing her like this, Situ Yi had no choice but to clap his hands, turned around and sat down peacefully, and said quietly: "I have also heard about Situ Kun. After all, there is the affection between my father and my younger brother, and if my wife needs me to do anything, just command. ”

Xiao Yi was angry, and when he heard his son's name, he was more like an angry and sick female leopard, his eyes widened, staring at Situ Yi fiercely, and his teeth hissed, in the depths of the quiet Houmen, the voice was extremely clear and weak.

She looked at him for a long time, and suddenly her expression relaxed, and she said slowly with a gloomy smile, "There is something to ask the eldest prince to do!" ”

"Madame, please speak!"

"With the current status of the eldest prince, if you want to transfer the old files of the military parade department, it is easy to do so. It's better for the eldest prince to go and have a look. Twenty-two years ago, when did the fire paint military newspaper from Amiri Mountain arrive in Beijing? And when did your father leave? Then calculate the time! I've heard that your dad was only three days late. Hahahaha, just three days! Xiao Yi said, leaning back against the brocade cushion behind him, smiling proudly and arrogantly, "What if he can fight well?" What if he only has your mother in his heart? Without power and status, without an edict and a document from the Ministry of War, I see how he can save her! ”

Twenty-two years ago, in the Battle of Amiri Mountain, Situ Yi's maternal clan was killed in battle. My father's reinforcements arrived three days later. This is the past that Situ Yi has personally experienced. Those short three days have always been the deepest pain in the hearts of my father and Situ Yi. Isn't that providential? Situ Yi listened to Xiao Yi's weird and sinister laughter, and stood up in shock, and his eyes were full of doubts.