Qiulan couldn't help but snort.

Not daring to look at him, he lowered his head, his chest rose and fell, and he stammered.

Long Xiaotian seemed to have an understanding, and immediately withdrew his terrifying light.

The eyes also became warm and soft, and the eyes looking at Qiulan were also like sunshine and rain, warm and warm.

"The young master is usually honest and honest, but today it seems like a different person, first with a majestic demeanor, and in an instant, with warmth like water. ”

Qiu Lan, who was still frightened just now, lost her face, and then looked shy, couldn't help muttering to herself.

"What, honest?" Long Xiaotian frowned slightly and asked.

"Yes, young master, you rarely speak, you are kind to your subordinates, and you never scold me loudly. ”

Qiulan whispered timidly. I wondered in my heart, what happened to the young master today.

"I see. ”

Long Xiaotian couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes retracted the shocking coldness, his face was full of smiles, and he squeezed out a simple smile and talked with Qiu Lan.

Now it is the Long's family courtyard on Tonglu City West Street in the seventy-fifth year of Nanyong, and his name is Long Qingyun.

Long Xiaotian looked stunned and extremely shocked.

Obviously, his name is Long Xiaotian, the general of the "Great Chu Dynasty".

In the dream just now, when he took the lead and led his eighteen silver-armored iron horsemen to defeat the Northern Mongolian Tartars with a crab formation, a dark arrow suddenly flew and he turned over and fell off his horse.

Wake up and lie in this bed. The dream just now is still in my mind, and it is as vivid as my own experience.

If it is as Qiulan said, he is Long Qingyun, but he doesn't seem to know anything about this place in his mind.

Even his father Long Feng, who had just gone out, and Qiulan in front of him, were also very unfamiliar.

"The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years, no matter what, if he comes, he will be safe!"

Thinking of this, the haze faded, and a calm and calm smile appeared on Long Xiaotian's face, and he said heartily.

Qiulan looked at Long Qingyun in a daze, the young master is really strange today, the expression on his face is unpredictable, as if he has gone through vicissitudes, and he seems to be heroic and free.

Long Xiaotian seemed to sense the confusion on Qiu Lan's face, and smiled stiffly.

There was a sense of stagflation in my heart, it turned out that I was open-minded and heroic, and I pretended to be so awkward.

A wry smile crossed the corner of Long Xiaotian's mouth. Continue to dig into Qiulan's roots.

It turned out that this Long Qingyun's qualifications were mediocre, and he was obviously "not able to write or martial arts", but Father Long just cultivated him that day.

Invite Mr. Private School, martial arts boxer to carefully cultivate civil and martial arts, cold and summer, 16 years of perseverance, still mediocre person.

Saying this, Qiu Lan stuck out her tongue, and seeing that there was no anger on Long Xiaotian's face, she continued to speak.

Long Qingyun has become the laughing stock of Tonglu West Street.

But Father Long still persistently believes in what Changchunzi said sixteen years ago, Long Qingyun is "the earth's branch is like a bead's life." ”

Every time Qiulan goes out, she hears the gossip of her neighbors.

"Long Feng I was wise, but he was ruined by this son"; Long Feng is really old and confused, and he also believes the nonsense of the Jianghu Warlocks"; Long Qingyun is not only better than his skin, but he is a straw bag."

Long Xiaotian smiled slightly.

"Hey, my young master Long is too sad and cowardly, Long Qingyun's growth history has become a joke history that is talked about after tea and dinner in the streets.

After listening to what Qiu Lan said, Long Xiaotian felt stunned in his heart.

Qiulan got up to leave. Looking at Qiulan's slender back in the distance, Long Xiaotian was stunned.

It seems that he has crossed over to Nanyong, and is parasited on this ordinary, extremely ordinary, and even a little wretched teenager.

Long Xiaotian was in a trance, a little excited.

At this time, Long Feng was sitting on the pear blossom wooden chair in the hall, with a white face and willow beard, and a smile on his face.

On the chair next to him sat Liang Yinqiu, the mother of the dragon, with black hair in a bun, dignified demeanor, looking forward to the circulation, exuding the atmosphere of a book.

Liang Yinqiu is the single daughter of Liang Qianyi in the former Ministry of Rites, and Liang Qianyi was convicted for his words and was demoted to Tonglu after returning to Tonglu, and died of depression.

Liang Yinqiu became ill, and when he was terminally ill, he met Long Feng's wonderful hand to rejuvenate and become a husband and wife, which can be regarded as a good fate.

Liang Yinqiu, who is in the middle of the family, married into the Long family, and can be regarded as knowledgeable, husband and family, and orderly.

Long Feng said leisurely: "Qingyun, this child, has a straightforward, stubborn personality, and a sense of resilience since he was a child, which makes me very pleased. ”

"This child has been determined to fight since he was a child, and he began to practice martial arts at the age of three, although he is not talented, but fortunately, he is diligent and has a solid foundation, he has this will, and God will favor him. ”

Speaking of heaven, I suddenly thought of my father, Liang Qianyi was impeached by the court lord and faction when he wrote "Looking north at Shenzhou and restoring the Central Plains", and he returned to his hometown and died depressed.

Liang Yinqiu looked stunned, hoping that his father would bless Qingyun in the spirit of heaven.

Long Feng bowed slightly, and then said: "The neighbors are pointing and gossiping, saying what are delusions and dreams, you don't care?"

Liang Yinqiu's eyes flashed with a hint of worry, and then said with an open-minded smile:

"The life of Qingyun's "Dizhi Lianru" said by the Taoist chief of Changchun Zi is true or false. If they want to say it, let them say it, anyway, we can't have a mouth on them. As long as the child is safe. ”

After speaking, the husband and wife glanced at each other and smiled.

Long Feng picked up the rain before the rain on the table and took a sip of tea into his mouth, and said, "Tea is good tea, and Mrs. is a good lady." ”

Liang Yinqiu's face was shy, he glanced at Long Feng, moved lightly, and walked towards Long Qingyun's east wing.

The morning sun shines through the window lattice, sprinkling spots of light.

Long Xiaotian had already turned over and got out of bed, standing with his hands in his hands.

At the pole eye, a piece of Wang Ximeng's "Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains" hangs on the wall, the brushwork is chic and concise, although this painting is only a partial mounting of the original work, but it is also spectacular and majestic, such as reading thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Long Xiaotian's eyes lit up, just like seeing the vast blue sea, surging with passion.

The blocked mind suddenly became apparent, and suddenly there was a sense of heroism. The heart is also hearty and peaceful.

"Now Long Qingyun, just a young man, in his prime, like the rising sun, I will accompany this son to have a good time in the land of Nanyong, why not. ”

Thinking of this, my heart is open-minded.

suddenly caught a glimpse of himself in the bronze mirror, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a cool demeanor, obviously much more handsome than when he was a general in "Da Chu". There was a slight tiredness between his eyebrows, but there was a faint sense of heroism.

"Qingyun, are you up?"

At some point, a middle-aged beautiful woman with a smile appeared at the door.

A bright smile bloomed on his face, and his elegant and beautiful makeup made Long Qingyun feel very kind.

Liang Yinqiu was surprised when he saw Long Qingyun.

The son was a little more heroic than usual, his eyes were as vast and deep as the sea, and he was full of high-spirited momentum.

"Mother, the child has worried you. ”

Long Qingyun bowed deeply to Liang Yinqiu and said with a smile.