Junbi exclaimed, scrambling to grab something to stabilize his body. Su Jingheng put his arm around her waist and took her into his arms lightly.

"What, you want to run away when you're done?" Su Jingheng stared at Junbi with a pair of dark eyes, "Did the master let you go?" ”

When Jun Bi heard this, he stuck out his tongue, deliberately didn't meet Su Jingheng's gaze, and said with an innocent face: "I don't want my lord to rest well, but I still blame me?" ”

Su Jingheng snorted coldly and pinched Junbi's cheek, "Strong words." ”

Junbi is now delicate and lovely, so Su Jingheng can't help but indulge in this gentle township, and she can't give it up. Holding her in her arms at this moment, I really felt how slender she was, it was hard to imagine how she had the courage to use her body directly to block Yi Jingheng's arrows.

Su Jingheng finally understood why he was so different from Junbi unconsciously, because she was originally different.

Su Jingheng kissed Junbi's sideburns, hugged her tighter, and whispered in her ear: "Is it okay to keep doing this?" Don't become the next Rongrong. ”

Jun Bi heard it hazy, and then understood the deep meaning of Su Jingheng's words, and responded seriously.

Early the next morning, Su Jingheng woke up first and saw that Junbi was sleeping soundly and did not wake her up. His fingertips paused briefly at Junbi's gauze-wrapped wound, then curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, landing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Junbi didn't feel anything, just vaguely dreamed, his eyelashes twitched slightly, and he soon fell asleep unconscious.

Su Jingheng tucked the corners of the quilt for Junbi, and turned over and got up by himself.

A ray of golden sunlight flowed through the gap in the curtains, Su Jingheng buttoned the top button of his shirt, picked up the hat on the table, walked out of the room with light steps.

The door closed slowly, leaving only the sound of Junbi's long, even breathing.

Zhang Liao waited outside the door early, and when he saw Su Jingheng coming out, he stepped forward and whispered a few words beside him. Su Jingheng nodded, indicating that he understood.

After Su Jingheng briefly freshened up, he walked downstairs. After recuperating during this time, his body has basically fully recovered, but there seems to be a little more coldness between his eyebrows and eyes.

When passing the second floor, Su Jingheng suddenly stopped. Seeing this, Zhang Liao hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Seventh Master, Miss Rongrong......"

Su Jingheng put on his gloves unhurriedly, glanced at the direction of Rong Rong's room, his expression was calm, and he couldn't see any special emotions, "Send it back." ”

Zhang Liao somewhat guessed this result, and respectfully responded, giving up his position, and letting Su Jingheng take the first step.

The footsteps of the two faded away. Rong Rong behind the door clutched the hem of her skirt tightly and crumpled the beautiful dress on her body beyond recognition. Su Jingheng knew that she was eavesdropping, and a shrouded shadow obviously appeared in the light peeking out of the crack in the door, so he deliberately stopped and told her.

Su Jingheng walked out of the small western-style building, today he did not ride a horse, but prepared to travel by car.

Before the car drove away, Su Jingheng suddenly called out Zhang Liao, "From now on, ......" He paused, his eyes were complicated, but after a while, he turned relieved, "There is no more Rongrong." ”

Zhang Liao was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked up at Su Jingheng. It's just that at this time, Su Jingheng's car window has been rolled up, and through a layer of glass, his face can't be seen clearly. The car is getting farther and farther away, and Zhang Liao's doubts are getting deeper and deeper.

The car drove all the way to the Marshal's Mansion, which in the early morning did not have the grandeur of the bright lights at night, but showed a sense of vicissitudes.

Just like Yi Dashuai at this time. He used to be a hegemon, fought on the battlefield, and was in the limelight for a while. And now he is gradually approaching his twilight years.

Su Jingheng got out of the car, and immediately a servant stepped forward to greet him, and called "Seventh Master" flatteringly. Su Jingheng just nodded lightly.

The servant led Su Jingheng towards the study. He walked all the way, looking at this familiar and unfamiliar place, and his heart wanted to laugh inexplicably. Who is not ridiculous to be born in such a place?

Yi Dashuai was already waiting for Su Jingheng in the study, he was wearing a silk gown, his temples were white, he was holding a brush in his hand, and he was writing something.

Su Jingheng had no intention of stepping forward to look, and stopped when he stepped into the door, standing far away. The maid closed the door, leaving a space for the father and son to talk quietly.

Yi Dashuai calmly finished writing the words in his hand, breathed a long sigh of relief, put the brush aside, and then said, "Finally willing to come?" He picked up the handkerchief and wiped his hands to himself, but his eyes did not look at Su Jingheng.

Su Jingheng sneered and replied with a bit of sarcasm: "Since my father is seriously ill, I should naturally come back to visit." ”

Yi Dashuai heard the sarcasm in Su Jingheng's words, if it was on weekdays, he would definitely roar back, but now, he no longer has that strength. I think he has been fighting horses all his life, adding glory, and climbing all the way to the position of a man. Entering the twilight years, several sons died and made a lot of trouble, but none of them made people worry. And this youngest son, whom he loves the most, hates him so much. Thinking of this, his heart was even more melancholy.

"I didn't call you here today to reprimand you." Yi Dashuai sighed, his eyebrows were full of tiredness, "If Rong Rong is still there......"

Hearing the word Rong Rong in Yi Dashuai's mouth, Su Jingheng's eyes instantly condensed, and he shouted: "Shut up!" ”

Yi Dashuai was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes, and saw Su Jingheng's eyes red, so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.

"You don't deserve to call her name." Su Jingheng gritted her teeth, as if she was squeezing out a word from between her teeth, "I don't want to hear everything about her from your mouth again!" He clenched his hands tightly, his chest heaving slightly, clearly genuinely angry.

Yi Dashuai subconsciously wanted to reprimand, but when he looked at Su Jingheng's familiar eyes, a faint sour feeling surged in his heart, "It's just that you hate me, why do you hate her?" He rubbed his forehead, only to feel a depression in his chest, which made him suffocate and breathless, "She is your ...... after all"

"She's not." Without waiting for Yi Dashuai to finish speaking, Su Jingheng interrupted directly. Yi Dashuai's words were in his throat, not up or down, and he fell silent for a while.

Su Jingheng pressed down the brim of his hat casually, as if he could hide all the emotions in his eyes as long as he did this, "If you called me here today just to talk to me about this, I would have heard enough." With that, he turned and was about to go out.

"Wait." Yi Dashuai hurriedly called out Su Jingheng, sighed, and said, "Don't go against your fifth brother again." His slightly hoarse voice came from behind Su Jingheng, with a hint of imperceptible decadence and weakness, "I'm old and don't want to see your brothers kill each other anymore." ”

After Yi Dashuai said this, he slumped back in the chair, his hands tightly clutching the armrests on both sides.

Su Jingheng's back was a little stiff, and the sunlight outside the door was blocked by his tall body, reflecting an extremely narrow shadow. He burst out laughing, "Cannibalism? ”

Su Jingheng seemed to have heard something very ridiculous, and the more he laughed, the louder he became, until tears broke out of the corners of his eyes, "Okay, that's a good point, it's a good cannibalism." ”

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