Xue Zhenting's car, escorted by the guards, stopped all the way to the front of the Marshal's Mansion at a gallop, and the sky was already completely dark.

All the servants stood in front of the Western fountain with their hands down, quietly waiting for Xue Zhenting's return.

In the huge courtyard, you can only hear the sound of the fountain and the sound of the wind blowing through the grass and trees.

Fan Yanqiao didn't go downstairs, just stood behind the sunshade curtain in the bedroom, quietly looking at the people downstairs.

Gasoline lamps lit up the entire courtyard, and nearly a hundred servants and dozens of military dignitaries in straight uniforms filled the small square on that side, and although there were many people, there was no sound.

Xue Zhenting's return this time was not a big battle, and Xue Shao deliberately suppressed the news of his return, so he knew that what he was going to come back was nothing more than the people in the family and some of Xue Zhenting's henchmen.

These people had been waiting downstairs for half an hour, and Fan Yanqiao was calm, looking at the gate in the distance quietly like them.

Soon after, at last, far away, the sound of a car was heard, and the straight-standing guards on both sides of the road raised their shiny spears and gave a neat military salute.

Under the white light, the two columns of tree-like guards set off the majesty of the entire Marshal's Mansion.

Except for the sound of the car, there was still no movement.

Finally, a car gradually drove into the yard in the distance, and the headlights in front of the car slowly shone through, and the expressions on everyone's faces became solemn, and the air seemed to freeze.

The five cars stopped in turn, and the four guards standing upright on the pedals of the third car got out of the car and stood on both sides of the car, Xu Huaiyou walked down quickly from the car in front of him and opened the door for Xue Zhenting.

Seeing this, Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, hurriedly stepped forward to serve, and respectfully called out to Da Shuai.

Xue Zhenting nodded, Xue Shao came around from the other side, his eyes glanced at the crowd, he didn't see Fan Yanqiao, his eyes subconsciously swept towards her room on the second floor.

Under the dazzling gasoline lamp, his expression was clear.

There was no light in her bedroom, half hidden behind the curtains, and she knew he couldn't see where she was.

But as soon as he looked over, she became a little nervous.

Her face sank, and she hurriedly leaned in, but her heart was pounding.

After a chaotic sound of footsteps, Fan Yanqiao knew that they had entered the hall, so Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

This night, the whole Marshal's Mansion was still unpeaceful, Fan Yanqiao sat on the bed with his legs in a light gray light gauze bedclothes, looked at the enamel self-striking clock in the glass setting, listened to the sound of the bell, and almost read the seconds to watch the clock pass.

In the cloisonné square bottle resting on the ground, there is a large bouquet of tuberose, which is decorated with snow-white and snow-white flower bones, which is exuding a faint fragrance, lined with bells, and it seems that the night of the marshal's mansion is long and long.

At a quarter past ten, the wolf dog that was patrolling outside the Marshal's Mansion barked lowly, and an English car slowly drove in in the night, Fan Yanqiao got out of bed and leaned against the window to look, but saw a man with a black top hat leading two doctors in white to walk in.

Xue Zhenting's adjutant personally stood in front of the porch to greet him.

Fan Yanqiao looked at it coldly, but he knew in his heart that it must be Xue Zhenting's body that was sick.

She lived here for two days, and her emotions were slightly relieved, and the grief that was full of her eyes had been somewhat resolved, and when she didn't want to, her mind could be clearer.

She secretly thought in her heart, in addition to the servants in the entire marshal mansion, there are really almost no female dependents, it turned out that her father had talked to her mother when she was talking about it, Xue Dashuai and his wife Xie Huiru have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and later when Xue Shao was thirteen years old, he died in his hometown of Yixian, it is said that a horseman who was driven away because of theft colluded with bandits to break the city, and the bandits killed Xue Shao's mother and grandparents together in revenge for Xue Zhenting's encirclement and suppression of them in his early years.

At that time, Xie Huiru was eight months pregnant, and the baby girl was picked out by the bandits and hung on the city wall of Yixian County, and Xie Huiru's body was also trampled into a puddle of flesh by the bandits with horses' hooves.

When Xue Zhenting received the letter, he pulled out the camp and traveled 700 miles, and surrounded and suppressed the bandits' Heihu Mountain three times with heavy troops, and more than 300 bandits on the Heihu Mountain were all shot and killed by him.

Since then, Xue Zhenting has not remarried, and has been a person for so many years.

At that time, Xue Shao happened to be studying in Fengtian, so he escaped.

Thinking of this, Fan Yanqiao's heart couldn't help but sink a little, she thought that Xue Shao's cruel temper, including his attitude towards Yu's mother yesterday, must also have the influence of that incident.

Thinking of the tragic situation when Yu's mother died yesterday, Fan Yanqiao felt uncomfortable.

She reached out and stroked her chest, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth to divert her thoughts, but heard the sound of someone talking outside the door.

Across a small living room, she couldn't hear it very clearly, but she could hear that the voice was clearly Xue Shao's.

She opened her eyes suddenly, then stood up straight, walked to the bed in a few steps, lifted the quilt and shrunk in.

Sure enough, after a while, she heard the sound of someone walking outside the living room, and then the door of her bedroom was gently pushed open.

Fan Yanqiao tried to breathe as lightly as possible, and lay on the bed with his eyes closed and did not move.

Xue Shao lit the lamp casually, looked at Fan Yanqiao, who was already asleep, and asked Uncle Fu, who was standing far behind him, "Who did you send to serve her?" ”

Uncle Fu hurriedly said: "I sent Xiaohuan, thinking that she was more agile in doing things." ”

Xue Shao nodded, and said softly: "Send my Ni'er over there tomorrow, Xiaohuan is a rough girl after all, my father has already said that I recognize her as my goddaughter, you explain it to others, and from now on you will treat her as a young lady, if someone is negligent and is passed to me, I will not tolerate him......"

When Uncle Fu heard this, he hurriedly said, "I know, Da Shao, I'll do it tomorrow." ”

Xue Shao looked at the slightly trembling blanket and said: "In the future, her food and clothing will be the same as mine, what does she need, you just let people go and buy, only one, now her situation is very dangerous, she is not allowed to leave the house without permission, if she must go out, she must report to me." ”

Uncle Fu still respectfully agreed.

Fan Yanqiao closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but his body didn't dare to move.

Xue Shao glanced at her from a distance, reached out to turn off the light, turned around and walked out.

Fan Yanqiao waited for a long time, until he heard that the doors of the small living room outside were closed, and then he lifted the quilt and exposed his mouth and nose and breathed hard.