Sikong Xiaoyue glanced at his younger brother, his little hand was secretly twisted on his waist, and Sikong Haoxuan, who was attacked, saw that it was the third sister again, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Sooner or later, I will go crazy." ”

The second brother Sikong Mochen was obviously very happy to see his fourth brother eating turtles, and his eyes were full of schadenfreude.

"Xuan'er, your grandfather mentioned in his letter that you didn't even go to school, is there such a thing?" Sikong Zhan had already noticed this little son who gave him the most headaches, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction in his words.

Sikong Haoxuan, who squeezed to his father's side at some point, was stroking the shining armor on Sikong Zhan's body with a demented expression.

"Armor?" Sikong Haoxuan, who had modern memories of his previous life, was very interested in the armor of the Cold Weapon Era, and the armor that looked like a layer of crystal on the surface deeply attracted his mind.

Sikong Zhan frowned, looked at his son who was a little demented and said, "Xuan'er, I'm asking you." ”

"Oh, father, what are you asking?" Sikong Haoxuan, who seemed to be a little refreshed, still did not leave the armor on Sikong Zhan's body.

Sikong Zhan looked at his wife and cast an inquiring look, "Isn't my son sick?" Song Ziyan was so angry that she glanced at her husband. Sikong Zhan shook his head helplessly, and repeated what he had just said.

"Dead old man, betray me. Hmph!" Sikong Hao, who heard his father's question clearly, scolded secretly in his heart.

"Father, I don't want to go to some aristocratic school. Sikong Haoxuan, who got rid of the temptation of armor, spoke.

Sikong Zhan's eyes widened, "What? I don't want to go." Why don't you go to school if you don't want to?" he roared so loudly, Song Ziyan was unhappy, hugged his son and snorted: "What?

Sikong Zhan, whose anger disappeared in an instant, smiled bitterly at his wife, "Ziyan, aren't I worried about Xuan'er? The children of the nobility must go through three years of education at the Imperial Noble Academy, which is a law issued by the emperor himself. ”

"Hmph, you don't have to move out of the law. When will the laws of the empire be able to restrain the Sikong family from acting?" Song Ziyan said disdainfully.

"Okay, don't stand at the door and let people see the joke, the old man is still waiting in the hall. Xuan'er's schooling, let's talk about it later. Song Ziyan said while instructing the maid to take off her armor for the air battle.

"Which child's child is this?" Song Ziyan found that behind the tall figure of Sikong Battle, he quietly followed a child of the same age as Sikong Haoxuan.

Sikong Battle, who took off his armor, looked a little gloomy, "This is Nan Xing, the child of Nan Liekong in my legion, who grew up in the legion with Nan Liekong since he was a child. In this defensive battle, Nan Liekong died, and I have to take care of his only relative. ”

Looking at her husband's sad and firm eyes, Song Ziyan squatted down and hugged Nanxing softly: "Child, this will be your home in the future." ”

Although Sikong Zhan asked his son to go to school, during this time, Sikong Haoxuan did not go to a noble school under the protection of his mother. Although it is not in accordance with the laws of the empire, if the fourth young master of the Sikong family does not go to the aristocratic school, who can say anything?

"You little villain, can't you let Sister Jean?" Yu Sikong Haoxuan complained dissatisfiedly to Sikong Xiaoyue, who was fighting chess.

Sikong Haoxuan pouted to Sikong Xiaoyue proudly, "Why, third sister, you won't play tricks again." ”

stepped forward and grabbed Sikong Haoxuan's ear, and snorted: "How can you talk about your little villain?

Sikong Mochen sat lazily on the side and watched the battle, "I said third sister, if you don't cheat, hurry up and admit defeat to Qian." ”

Sikong Xiaoyue smiled at Sikong Haoxuan and Sikong Mochen brothers, "I admit defeat, but I have no money." ”

"Oh my God...... Isn't this still a lie?" the two brothers rolled their eyes at the same time.

After the three of them laughed for a while, Sikong Mochen twisted a chess piece between his fingers, and said as if he had something meaning: "Fourth brother, when I came back this time, I found that you have become much more cheerful, no longer sitting like a log with your eyes closed every day, and there seems to be a bit of aristocratic flavor in your behavior." ”

Sikong Satsuki disagreed, "Hmph, this little villain can't go to school because of his mother's protection." If you don't learn the etiquette that those nobles should have, how can you have an aristocratic taste?"

Listening to Sikong Mochen's words, Sikong Haoxuan frowned in understanding, and suddenly felt a little troubled in his heart. I remember that since my father came back, the time for cultivation has been slowly decreasing, and the comprehension of witchcraft has not progressed....... With what he thought in his heart, Sikong Haoxuan's forehead couldn't help but ooze cold sweat.

"Fourth brother, although I don't know your pursuit, any pursuit will pay a price accordingly. Since you have already paid, then you should not lose your heart. ”

Looking at the second brother Sikong Mochen's clear eyes, Sikong Haoxuan nodded firmly. Turn around and walk towards your own courtyard.

Between the pure heart of a child and the complex mind of an adult in his previous life, the hidden contradiction slowly becomes prominent, and two different spiritual forces unconsciously guide Sikong Haoxuan's behavior.

"Little villain, you didn't hear what I said, how can you not go to school?" Sikong Xiaoyue shouted at Sikong Haoxuan's back.

"Okay, third sister. No matter how I look at it, you look like you're jealous of the fourth brother. Let's go, go clean up and we're going to go to that boring school. At home, only the fourth brother has a mother and grandfather, and he can be lazy with a bright and dark cover. Sikong Mochen said lazily to Sikong Xiaoyue.

"Young Master, you're back!" Sikong Haoxuan, who had not yet calmed down, said irritably: "Nanxing, how many times have I told you, don't call me Young Master." If you want to, call me Haoxuan. If you don't want to, you can call it. Just don't call me young master, I listen harshly. ”

Nanxing, whose face was a little hollow, said in a rigid tone, "My father was the guard of the legion elder before his death, and you are the son of the legion elder, of course I want to call you young master." "Nanxing, who is not very old, has lived in the army with his father since he was a child, and he has a kind of brutal and tough air of a soldier.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked to you like that. Sikong Haoxuan was still a little irritable.

Apparently aware of his gaffe, he sat down in the room to calm his mind. Sikong Haoxuan, who was in the middle of the determination, slowly calmed down, and a powerful soul power enveloped his whole body.

After the decision, Sikong Haoxuan's eyes regained their due firmness, and the childishness that had slowly formed in the past few days in Shen Yun was much weaker. He recognized his true heart and found his persistence.

(To be continued.) )