Except for the identity of this genuine general's wife, she actually has nothing left.

The name Luo Xinglan is taboo in the General's Mansion, and no one has ever dared to mention it, but I didn't expect Leng Xiangyu to murmur today.

Lan Honggu, the maid beside her, couldn't help but speak: "Madam, why do you want to compare yourself with such a woman? That Luo Xinglan can't even compare to a little finger of his wife in the master's mind! ”

Leng Xiangyu sneered: "What do you know? That woman's status in his mind is not ordinary! Have you seen those aunts he has taken in over the years? All of them have her shadows! Some have similar eyebrows and eyes, some have similar mouths, and one is even funnier, but the name is somewhat similar! He also got him home like a baby! That Aunt Zhou is just a pair of eyes and a pair of dimples like her, so she has been spoiled for two years! ”

Luo Xinglan has been dead for nearly ten years, and these maids and mothers-in-law in the general's mansion have also been changed, no one knows about that period of public case back then, and even most people don't know Luo Xinglan's appearance at all.

Although Lan Honggu is Leng Xiangyu's confidant, she has only been in this general's mansion for five or six years, and she didn't know that these aunts in the general's mansion still had such a background, and she was stunned for a while.

Leng Xiangyu also seemed to notice the loss, sighed, stopped talking, and simply changed the topic: "Is there any news from the second young master?" ”

Lan Honggu hurriedly said: "Madame, don't worry, I just got the news from the outer house, saying that the second young master will be able to rush home the day after tomorrow." ”

Leng Xiangyu breathed a sigh of relief and ordered: "Then you go and clean up the second young master's house quickly, clean it well, he is happy by nature, and he can't sleep if there is a trace of dust in the house......"

"Madame, don't worry, the slaves and maids have already been prepared, and the second young master's house will be cleaned by someone every day, and there will never be anything wrong."

Leng Xiangyu breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately she still has a good son!

Her son is her backbone, and she is also the only seedling of the Gu Mansion now, as long as her son is there, her position in the General's Mansion will be stable, as for the other foxes, it is only three or two years of potential, not a problem!

Thinking of this, she temporarily let go of all the unhappiness in her heart, and ordered people to take care of her son's return one after another.

……

Gu Xie Tian didn't stay at Aunt Zhou's tonight, he only had one meal at her place, and he was frequently distracted during the banquet, and he didn't even hear Aunt Zhou and him softly say a lot of words.

When the meal was over, he came out again, and without anyone following him, he slipped into a small courtyard before he knew it.

The small courtyard is not big, the location is also remote, the courtyard door is hung with a large copper-headed lock, the lock has been a little rusty, and the door is also covered with a thick layer of dust, it is obvious that no one has been here for a long, long time.

Gu Xie Tian walked out of his mind in front of the door for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth, raised his hand to break the lock, pushed the door and walked in.

The small courtyard is even more deserted, the grass is more than one person high, and the small hugging houses in the courtyard are dilapidated, and they are so desolate that they can't be more desolate.

Gu Xie Tian stood in the courtyard for a while, raised his hand to push open the dilapidated door, and slowly walked in.

The furnishings in the building were originally simple, and no one cleaned them up for so many years, and all the furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust.

There was a wooden bed in the back room, and the wooden bed was covered with a thin quilt that could no longer be seen in color.

Gu Xie Tian didn't care about the dirt, slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to touch the thin quilt, his fingers slid inch by inch on the quilt, some dust was raised with his movements, the air was a little choking, he didn't seem to be aware of it, and in the end he simply held the quilt in his arms, buried his face in the quilt, as if smelling the smell of someone left inside.

But nearly ten years have passed, and even the quilt that the man once covered will no longer have any residue, and all he smells is a strong musty smell.

"Ah Xing......" He held the quilt with his fingers, holding it tightly, and his knuckles were a little white: "I've come to see you." After so many years, you ...... Do you regret it? ”