When the old marquis copied the military book in pain, he saw Xuanping Hou stand up, flick his wide sleeves, and go out in a beautiful way!

Old Marquis: "......"

Xuanping Hou walked out of the palace with a familiar car, called Chang Jing, and got into the carriage to Guozijian.

Because of the approaching palace exam, Guozijian has recently had more classes, and Xiao Liulang often leaves school after dark.

It's the right time, neither early nor late.

Xuanping Hou waited outside the Guozi Prison for a whole hour before waiting for Xiao Liulang.

Guozijian's hospital uniform is blue on a white background, the cuffs are wide, the cuffs, placket and waist line are edged with indigo silk cloth, and the waist is tight, restrained and courteous, clear and handsome.

As long as such a prison uniform is not ugly, it can wear a good temperament, but among the large number of white-clothed Guozi prisoners, there is a figure with a cane that is particularly conspicuous.

He was tall, slender, and his face was like jade, and the lights of ten thousand homes behind him reflected the clean and pure color of a young man, but the steps with the cane destroyed the beauty a little.

Xuan Pinghou's gaze fell on his lame leg, and his handsome thick eyebrows were frowned.

But it was only for a moment, and he got out of the carriage as usual.

His carriage did not stop at the gate of the country's prison, but under the big tree beside it.

Xiao Liulang was walking, and suddenly a tall figure flashed from behind the tree, blocking his way.

He stopped and looked at the other man faintly.

The young man has the height of an adult man, and this look is no longer looking up, but almost level, but he is much thinner, and Xuanping Hou has been practicing martial arts all year round, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and he is very strong.

Xiao Liulang's eyes had no warmth, no surprise or any other emotion, just looked at it so indifferently, as if he was looking at an unrelated stranger.

This look stung Xuan Pinghou's eyes, but Xuan Pinghou still showed a smile: "Son, long time no see!" ”

Xiao Liulang looked away: "I said I wasn't your son. ”

Xuanping Hou: "Why is the illegitimate son not the son of Ben Hou?" ”

Even if you are not Ah Heng, at least you are also Liulang, the seed of me and Chen Yunniang.

Then you are my son!

This crooked reasoning was written in his eyes.

Xiao Liulang had no intention of dealing with him: "I'm going back." ”

Xuan Pinghou continued to stop him: "Do me a favor." ”

Xiao Liulang didn't speak.

Xuanping Hou said aggrievedly: "It's really unlucky today, I was cheated by a girl, she hid, I hid, and I was the only one who was punished." ”

There is no beginning or end to this, Xiao Liulang doesn't understand it, and he doesn't want to understand it.

Xuanping Hou sighed: "Your Majesty punished me for copying the book of soldiers, and you also know that I would rather eat a board and a whip than write, which is asking for my life." ”

Xiao Liulang's mind flashed Gu Jiao's little expression of frantically practicing calligraphy.

Xuanping Hou was already distracted if he didn't chase his son, and continued to say aggrievedly: "You copied it for me in the past, and you also copied it for me this time!" The old monkey has no one to help him copy, who makes his son not angry, my son is angry! ”

Xuanpinghou's mouth is usually used to choke people, and he generally doesn't say good things, that is, to coax his son.

All the cultivation of Xuanping Hou in his life seems to have been used on this young man.

But the boy didn't appreciate it.

Xiao Liulang raised his eyes and looked at him fixedly, with a cold look in his eyes: "How many times do you want me to say it?" I am not your son, your son burned to death in the fire four years ago, he did not dare to cry out in the fire, desperately waiting for someone to come to save him, but in the end he could only watch himself be engulfed in the flames. He's dead, Xiao Ji, your son is dead! ”

Xiao Ji, your son is dead!

These words were like a sharp knife, piercing into the heart of Xuanping Hou!

Xiao Liulang resolutely left.

Xuan Pinghou's body was trembling slightly, and he raised his hand to cover his heart.

Exercise!

It hurts......

Xiao Liulang returned to Bishui Hutong with a cold body, and when he entered the house, he collected his anger from the bottom of his heart and walked into the courtyard.

At this hour, everyone in the family rested, and not surprisingly, there was still a lamp in the hall for him.

He walked in with light steps, and Gu Jiao fell asleep on the table of the Eight Immortals in the hall again.

The light softened her face and eyebrows, but unlike the previous coldness, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she didn't seem to be very comfortable in her sleep.

Xiao Liulang hesitated, raised his hand, and lightly covered her forehead.

Not hot.

He withdrew his hand.

His movements were already very light, but Gu Jiao was still awake, and she glanced at him in a daze: "You're back?" ”

Xiao Liulang found that her face was not very good, paused, and asked, "Where is it...... Uncomfortable? ”

Gu Jiao yawned slightly: "It's okay." ”

Xiao Liulang looked at her tired face, and his heart tightened slightly: "I've eaten, you go to sleep, you don't have to wait for me in the future." ”

"It's fine." She curled the corners of her lips, "I'll boil the hot water." ”

"I'll fight myself, you go to sleep." Xiao Liulang urged again, in a tone that could not be refused.

Gu Jiao: "...... Good horn. ”

She staggered to her feet, staggered into the room, and lay down on the bed.

She is not a disease-free moaning character, and even when she is sick, she will be fine, unless it is really uncomfortable.

Xiao Liulang looked at her deeply from the crack in the door, didn't say anything, and turned around and went to the stove house.

He didn't immediately fetch water to wash, but found slices of ginger and brown sugar.

In the past, life was difficult in the countryside, and it was useless to have a piece of brown sugar at home, so I had to borrow it from the village...... Now life at home is not difficult, but she seems to be never as attentive to them as she is.

Xiao Liulang boiled a bowl of thick brown sugar ginger tea and took it to Gu Jiao's house.

His cooking skills are not good, and the ginger tea is boiled.

He gently pushed open the door, came to Gu Jiao's bed, and gently woke him up: "Get up and drink something." ”

Gu Jiao sighed and struggled to open her small eyelids.

She smelled a whiff of brown sugar and ginger ale, as well as a bit of mush.

She was stunned for three seconds.

"Can you sit up on your own?" Xiao Liulang asked.

"I can't." Someone, who was going to sit up, lay down again.

Xiao Liulang: "......"

Xiao Liulang put the brown sugar ginger tea on the stool next to the bed, stretched out his slender hand like jade, and gently helped her up from the quilt.

The girl's body is delicate, with an alluring fragrance, some of which are distant.

Gu Jiao sat at the head of the bed, she had actually woken up most of the time when she was dozing here, she looked at the brown sugar ginger tea that was once again picked up by him, and her eyes became bright.

Xianggong boiled brown sugar water for her.

It's good to be fair.

How did Xianggong find out?

Gu Jiao came to Kwai Shui at night, she rarely had menstrual pain, and she only had the first menarche in the countryside in her memory, and she never committed it again.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't too painful today, but it was sleepy, not in good spirits, and a little stuffy in my stomach.

Obviously, she is an agent who can resist ten levels of pain, and she can take bullets without anesthetic, but for some reason, she is very intolerant to this kind of menstrual pain.

Xiao Liulang handed her the brown sugar ginger tea: "Can you drink it yourself?" ”

Gu Jiaogang stretched out her hand, silently took it back, and said seriously: "I think I'm weak." ”

Xiao Liulang: "......"

Xiao Liulang sighed helplessly, sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up the spoon, and fed her spoonful by spoon.

Gu Jiao opened her small mouth, gently sipped the spoon, and drank it in a suck.

A bowl of brown sugar water quickly bottomed out.

"Anything else?" She smacked her lips in disgust.

Xiao Liulang looked at her round little belly that couldn't be blocked by her bedclothes, and said, "I can't drink anymore." ”

Gu Jiao's gaze fell on the jade hand he was pinching the spoon to feed her: "Oh." ”

Xiao Liulang took away the water again and let her drink two sips: "Sleep." ”

Gu Jiao lay down obediently, lying on her side and looking at him, looking a little well-behaved.

Xiao Liulang met her gaze that could not be ignored: "What's wrong?" Is there anything else that is uncomfortable? ”

Jianqiang Jiao said, where is the discomfort? You're a man who can get shot! Is this unbearable?

Hypocritical Jiaojiao said, but her stomach was really a little uncomfortable.

In the end, the pretentious Jiaojiao grabbed Jianjiao, beat eighteen small fists, beat them into five centimeters, and kicked them out!

Gu Jiao looked at him with a wink: "My stomach is a little uncomfortable." ”

"Ah......h

Xiao Liulang was dumbfounded.

You sleep for a while, and tomorrow will be fine.

It's better not to ask.

Rub it for you?

It's too intimate.

Xiao Liulang was at war in his heart, he looked at Gu Jiao, Gu Jiao was looking at him with a pair of innocent eyes wide, looking at him without blinking, as if he was a super bastard with a bad heart just by saying nothing.

Xiao Liulang didn't understand how he could read these things from a small look.

He finally sat down: "Press it for you." ”

"Hmm!" Gu Jiao nodded.

Xiao Liulang reached out his bony hand and reached into her quilt, which was warm, and her fingertips could already feel her body temperature through her bedclothes.

Xiao Liulang hesitated, and his palm covered her soft and cold belly.

It was the first time he had really touched her so soft place in his waking state, and his palm seemed to be on fire, and it was hot.