The tall houses are hidden in the pre-dawn darkness, and the buildings are full of shadows.

The courtyards are adjacent to each other, forming a huge black shadow, like a giant beast lurking in Lingzhi City.

In the heart of this behemoth, in a small courtyard, the doors and door frames are painted in vermilion, and a small and delicate lantern hangs at the end of the corridor to illuminate a small corner of the courtyard.

The beams hang down the thick and exquisite soft red Luo tent, which is embroidered with exquisite moire, and the price of one foot is enough for ordinary people in the branch city to spend half a year.

In the curtain of clouds, the fine carbon burned in the bronze smoke cage, and the warm incense lingered in the house for a long time.

Even though it was still freezing outside, it was still warm inside.

It's so comfortable that it makes people feel a little lazy in their bones.

The old man with a clear face was lying in the exquisite brocade quilt with his eyes closed and pretending to sleep, and he had passed the age of sixtieth year, and he had been sleeping less and less recently.

A delicate, white arm stretched across his chest, wrapped around his neck like a vine.

The flower girl with a face like a silver plate slept on his chest with her hair scattered.

Such a girl who is old enough to be his granddaughter, and the unconscious attachment and trust in his dreams, makes him quite useful.

This old man is the current head of the Gongsun family, Gongsun Jing, and Gongsun Zhan's father, Gongsun Yan and Gongsun Cheng's grandfather.

After drinking some wine in the evening, Gongsun Jingyou was in a slightly drunk state at this moment, he sniffed the soft fragrance in the curtain, gently grasped the soft arm of the most favored concubine in the palm of his hand, and rubbed the most delicate piece of skin on the inside of her arm.

He has always liked delicate, fair-skinned and slightly sensual girls, such a young and energetic body, and the delicate state when he was delicate always made him seem to regain his youth and return to the most energetic season.

With his eyes closed and his soft arms rubbed, Gongsun Jing unconsciously thought of Gongsun Zhan, the concubine who had annoyed him a lot in recent days.

Gongsun Zhan's biological mother was also at such an age, and he was selected from among the servants and guest girls at a glance, and accepted Enlu that night.

It's a pity that the status is too low, and he didn't raise him as a concubine until he gave birth to Gongsun Zhan.

Later, the woman died of illness for many years, and Gongsun Jing couldn't remember her appearance, but remembered that she was a woman who was born extremely good-looking, with white skin and flesh like mutton fat and white jade, with a bit of demonic temptation.

For this woman who can't remember her appearance clearly, Gongsun Jing is happy and annoyed.

Happily, she gave birth to a son as beautiful and upright as Gongsun Zhan.

In the days when Gongsun Zhan galloped to the north, he took advantage of this to sit firmly as the head of the family, and the Gongsun family also gained a lot of benefits, and its power expanded again to become a behemoth in western Liaoning and even in the north.

But he was also annoyed that Gongsun Zan failed to inherit half of this woman's meekness, and he was so rebellious that he didn't even accept the control of the family.

Regarding the defeat of Gongsun Zhan, Gongsun Jing already had a plan in his heart, and he knew very well in his heart the rules and ways of playing in the current world.

Although Gongsun Chan is brave, he is all based on his identity.

Even if the well-dressed children have talents, they will never be reused, and they will suppress the death of the poor land.

For the concubines who have the same situation as him, they are pampered and promoted, and if there are few people like Gongsun Da and Tian Kai, they are all mediocre wastes such as Liu Weitai, Li Yizi, and Jia Renle.

Even the sons and nephews sent by the family, Gongsun Zhan, didn't use them and rushed back to Liaoxi.

Thinking of this, Gongsun Jing's fingers suddenly tightened, and the delicate muscles and bones under his fingers couldn't bear it, leaving a few cyan fingerprints.

Serving the head of the family, how dare the concubine really sleep soundly, still lying on Gongsun Jing's chest, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and he didn't make a sound.

Now, Gongsun Chan is dead.

Gongsun Jing let go of the tightened hand, on the thin fingers, the nails were slightly longer, and he gently rubbed a few times as if he cherished the conspicuous fingerprints on the concubine's arm, and the withered branch-like fingers formed a frowning contrast with the girl's delicateness.

As soon as that unruly concubine dies, Liaoxi will inevitably usher in a change.

Gongsun Jing's brows furrowed, every time he thought of this concubine, he would feel bored, he thought that his blood had been broken, but he didn't expect to leave a son and a daughter.

It has become a trouble for the Guangsha manor and the fertile land outside the branch city.

He had already made a reasonable distribution after knowing that Gongsun Chan was defeated.

The eldest son of the eldest son of the good land and the shade household can be obtained, and the eldest son will inherit the position of the head of the family, and should have more sources of expenses to support the guests.

The large estates of the successive townships were divided into several parts, which were distributed among the rest of the sons in turn.

The remnants of the genre were all taken over to the family.

The treasury of the Accumulated Years can be used to replenish his private treasury.

They only need to hold a grand funeral for their concubine Gongsun Zhan's family to end the matter.

Such a reasonable arrangement was completely disrupted by the message of the two white horses from Dubo.

The daughter is just a daughter, and she can choose a family to marry after the filial piety period, but it costs an extra dowry.

But he also left a son.

Gongsun Jing coughed, and the servant maid who didn't know where to hide immediately brought hot spittoon soup and gargled his mouth with phlegm.

The concubine, who had been sleeping on her stomach, hurriedly sat up and patted him on the back, and the white flesh of her body was warmed by candlelight.

Gongsun Jing didn't like that this delicate skin and flesh were covered by clothes, and he always asked her to be naked and sleep comfortably.

The servants did not squint, and served to clear the phlegm and then fish out, hidden in the corners of the room.

Gongsun Jing rested his head in the soft arms of his concubine and lay back on the thick mattress of the bed.

He played with the warm fragrance of nephrite in his hand as he looked at the embroidered ornaments on the top of his bed.

Zuo Ping had been sent by him to pick up his poor grandchildren.

They are all the roots and seedlings of his Gongsun Jing, although these two children live out of time, but Gongsun Jing is still happy.

No matter how much he doesn't like Gongsun Zhan, he is also a parent, if he can leave a line of blood in the world, it is also the luck of Gongsun Chan and those two children, but he still has to bother to adjust the joints.

He heard that his eldest son had already made proper preparations to take over the good land shade, but he was afraid that his efforts would be in vain.

But the eldest son and third daughter, Ah Xuan, fell in love with a Zhuangzi with excellent scenery.

Ah Xuan has a delicate temperament, and if her expectations are disappointed, she is afraid that there will be disputes.

Thinking of this granddaughter, Gongsun Jing showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then asked Ah Yan, the youngest daughter of the Bogui family, and Ah Cheng, the youngest son of the Bogui family, to let his sister go.

It's just a manor, and Gongsun Chan left a lot of family wealth, so why not give it to his sister as a gift.

Just as he was thinking this, there was a commotion on the porch outside.

A sound of footsteps, accompanied by the sound of the collision of nail leaves, with ominous signs, came from far and near.

"The head of the family, Captain Zuo sent an urgent report that Qian'an Abuna led his troops south and appeared near the left side of Xiangguan."

He knelt on his knees on the delicate straw lichen outside the door, and rushed all the way, the mud and water dripping from the leaves of his armor and staining a large area of clean ground.

He held his breath and waited for the head of the house inside the door.

There was no sound inside the door for a long time.

Just as he hesitated to repeat it.

A reply came from inside the door: "Go, tell Gongsun Ying to roll over!" ”

The old man's voice was smooth without a trace of fluctuation, but it seemed to hide the stormy waves.

"Yes!" The sergeant who reported the news instantly broke into a cold sweat and bowed his head deeply.