When the light snow arrived, Ouyang Qiancheng had not yet cheered up, and he was still addicted to the wine jar all day long, giving up on himself and being embarrassed.

The well-behaved Ouyang Jingxuan has always been by his side, but he didn't dare to get too close, so he had to hide in the corner and quietly look at his father.

He only felt that his father was different from before, and sometimes he even seemed a little crazy, and he didn't know what he was muttering about, and sometimes he would go crazy and smash all the rows of wine jars in his hand when he was unhappy.

So he had to stay away most of the time, and only when his drunken father fell asleep could he walk over, carefully pull the quilt on the bed to the ground, and cover him with a busy back.

Because for him, his father is too heavy, and he has no way at all.

And in the face of the moody Ouyang Qiancheng, he could only twist a silk handkerchief in the basin while he was asleep and help him wipe his stubble cheeks.

He never dared to hand over the letter left by his aunt, for fear that he would get wet when he was delirious, so he kept it carefully close to him.

Dressed in a blue shirt, Qingxue opened the curtain of the camp tent and broke in directly.

As soon as she entered the room, she smelled a rush of alcohol, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her nose and take a few steps back.

The curtain was hung up, and the ventilation was passed, and the wine in the room dispersed a little, and some cold air was poured in.

Qingxue's gaze fell on the drunken man on the ground next to the bed, her brows furrowed.

"Go, bring a basin of water!" Qingxue commanded without a beak.

The maid quickly did as she said, and did not dare to delay, and before long she brought a basin of water that had just been drawn from a deep well, and it was still cold.

Qingxue took the basin and looked at Ouyang Qiancheng on the ground, without the slightest hesitation, a basin of cold water poured down.

Ouyang Qiancheng shivered all over, his hair was wet and sticking to his cheeks, and cold water droplets flowed down his neck into his clothes, and the cold wind blew, making him shiver.

Trembling lips, Ouyang Qiancheng lifted his eyelids, glanced at the light snow standing in front of him, and said after a while: "You are here." ”

"When are you going to be like this!" There was a hint of anger in Qingxue's eyes.

Back then, a few of them could be said to have played from childhood to adulthood, but I didn't expect that the last time I said goodbye, Xiang Yu would die, and the invincible man in front of her turned out to be this virtue in front of her, which really made her sad.

Ouyang Qiancheng ignored her, wiped a handful of water from his face, and habitually raised his hand to reach the wine jar on the side.

Qingxue's feet were one step ahead of him, and she kicked the wine jar to pieces.

Ouyang Jingxuan was not lightly frightened when he saw this, and hid behind the table alone, only daring to sigh and secretly look at the scene here.

Qingxue stepped forward angrily and pulled Ouyang Qiancheng's hair, she was not Xiang Yu, she didn't love this man, although she admitted that she cared about him, but those were just friendships that grew up, not some so-called love between men and women.

She will not be as cautious and gentle as Xiang Yu, she is not afraid of him, as early as the beginning, she shouted with him everywhere, and killed her if she had the ability.

"Look at it, look at your son, your son is stronger than you, and you know that you have been taking care of you all these days, are you living for your emperor? It's just a royal bloodline, it's so heavy, how many founding emperors started from recklessness, they don't have any net worth to use, and they don't sit back and enjoy the world, you coward, don't look at what you have, but give up on yourself here, is this your Ouyang Qiancheng's origin! "Light snow artillery is as aggressive as artillery, and the voice is reprimanded.

Ouyang Qiancheng's dull gaze moved slightly, but he kept his head drooping and did not move.

Qingxue glanced at him coldly, then turned to leave.

Go to the main camp tent, send people to gather the lazy and sluggish generals here, those who do not obey the order will be 50 boards, those who are passive and slack will each receive 30 boards, chew the root of the tongue, and those who are lazy and refuse to practice will also play 30 boards.

The unconvinced lieutenant generals directly slapped Qingxue with a few big mouths, jokes, he even dared to beat Ouyang Qiancheng, not to mention these things in front of him.

For a while, the chaotic Nanzhao military camp was slowly on the right track in this vigorous and resolute action, no matter what he thought in his heart, at least it seemed that everything had become orderly.

And after Qingxue left, Ouyang Qiancheng didn't touch those wine jars again after all.

looked at Ouyang Jingxuan, who was hiding in the corner and had been by his side all these days, and beckoned him to come over.

Ouyang Jingxuan hesitated a little, and finally walked cautiously to Ouyang Qiancheng's side: "Daddy." ”

Ouyang Qiancheng's nose was sour, and he couldn't hold back his tears, although he was not the son of Emperor Nanzhao, but the one in front of him was his son.

In the past, he fell into the whirlpool of hatred and power, I don't know what to say, although he is not bad for his children, but more thoughts are still placed on the so-called general trend of the world.

But now, the general trend of the world is not controlled by him, and power is just to make wedding dresses for others, and in the end, it is still this flesh and blood that accompanies him.

Raising his hand and gently touching Ouyang Jingxuan's head, Ouyang Qiancheng held him in his arms: "Our Xuan'er has also grown up, and we know how to take care of our father." ”

A flash of joy flashed in Ouyang Jingxuan's eyes, it was the first time his father had spoken to him in such a few days.

"Dad, Auntie is gone." Ouyang Jingxuan saw that his father had become sober, and like all children who have been entrusted with important tasks, the first thing he did was to think about what Chu Luoyi had told him.

Ouyang Qiancheng was slightly stunned, and then remained silent without speaking.

To this day, what reason does he have for her to stay by his side, although he helped Emperor Nanzhao destroy her full door, but he never felt guilty, he only felt that karma was just retribution, but now that he learned the truth, he felt embarrassed, and what face did he have to keep her by his side.

sighed softly and said, "Xuan'er misses her aunt?" ”

Ouyang Jingxuan hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Auntie is very good, Auntie originally wanted to take me away, but I couldn't rest assured that Daddy, so I let Xuan'er decide for herself, although Xuan'er also wanted to go with Auntie, but she wanted to stay with Daddy." ”

A smile tugged at Ouyang Qiancheng's stiff face, and he hugged the child in his arms tighter, as if this was his last warmth.

Because of Emperor Nanzhao's calculations over the years, he is afraid that he has nothing, family, love, friendship, and now he really doesn't know what else he has except the child in his arms.

"Will Xuan'er hate Daddy?" Ouyang Qiancheng spoke softly.

Ouyang Jingxuan shook his head: "Daddy has always been so powerful, Xuan'er likes Daddy before it's too late, how can he ask for Daddy?" ”

Ouyang Qiancheng's cheek was pressed against his head and said, "That's good.. That's good.. Then it's decided, no matter what Daddy has done, Xuan'er will never be able to hate Daddy."

The two were silent for a while, and Ouyang Jingxuan pulled out the letter that was a little crumpled in his arms and handed it to Ouyang Qiancheng: "Daddy, this is a letter left by my aunt, let me give it to Daddy." ”

Ouyang Qiancheng took the letterhead, opened it gently, and looked at the few words on it, but felt even more pain in his heart.

His Lo'er... So beautiful and kind Lo'er.. was pushed to the opposite side by his own hands.

There was nothing more painful in this world than what he had endured.

Maybe this is the case in this life, everyone will suffer different pain, remorse, frustration, when you look at it coldly, you will always feel that it is not enough, but when you are in the scene, you will know that it is painful.

Holding his sleeve and wiping the water droplets on his face, the look in his eyes gradually became clearer.

In fact, he knows better than anyone that escaping will never solve the problem, and he must pay for everything he has done, even if he is only a victim of it.

asked people to take Ouyang Jingxuan to rest first, and then Ouyang Qiancheng bathed and changed clothes, refreshed himself, and the whole person was completely new and changed back to his original appearance, but the already plain eyes were even more unfathomable and unpredictable.

After getting the news that Ouyang Qiancheng was reinvigorated, Qingxue came to the door again.

After opening the door and entering, he saw that the smell of alcohol in the room had dissipated, but was filled with lit agarwood, and the messy filth had been cleaned up, and Qingxue's mood was slightly better.

Ouyang Qiancheng got dressed and walked out behind the screen, and saw that Qingxue was already standing in his room with a fierce aura.

Qingxue, who was originally in a better mood, saw Ouyang Qiancheng walk out, and immediately became angry, remembering Xiang Yu's death.

Without waiting for Ouyang Qiancheng to come back to his senses, he stepped forward and slapped Ouyang Qiancheng in the face: "How the hell did you take care of her!" ”

This time, Ouyang Qiancheng didn't dodge, nor did he clasp Qingxue's wrist tightly like most of the time, but just let her slap herself.

The palms of his hands were painful, the light snow was full of sharp eyes, looking at Ouyang Qiancheng with an aggressive question, his hands tightly grasped Ouyang Qiancheng's flat collar, and the two were extremely close: "How did Xiang Yu die!" ”

Ouyang Qiancheng was silent for a while, and finally spoke: "Committed suicide." ”

Qingxue shook her hand and shook her hand to be another slap, Ouyang Qiancheng just hung his head and said nothing.

After two slaps, Qingxue's anger was a little gone, her chest rose and fell violently, and she jumped over Ouyang Qiancheng and sat directly on the chair.

In fact, she had already heard about Xiangyu, but now when she heard Ouyang Qiancheng admit it in person, she still felt a little in a trance.

Did that little girl really go back then? Sure enough, it's creation that makes people...

Ouyang Qiancheng rubbed his cheeks, didn't look for medicine, and sat directly on another chair next to her.

Qingxue was silent for a while, then raised her head again to look at Ouyang Qiancheng.

This time, his eyes were burning, with a deep inquiry in them, and he wanted to speak and stopped.

After a while, Qingxue finally spoke: "You know about Feng Ji's death back then. ”

Ouyang Qiancheng's heart tightened, but he answered.

Qingxue squinted her eyes and said again: "What was the truth back then?" ”