His half-drooping eyelashes covered most of the sullenness in his black eyes, but brought out a deeper sullen aura.
"What you spend is the share drawn by the royal family from the military expenses. What have the royal family done these years, have you seen it?"
Mother Lu was trembling with anger, "You're just doing the opposite. This world belongs to the royal family. What's wrong with eating some military expenses?"
Lu Xinglan's pale face showed a trace of terrifying anger.
"What's wrong with eating some military expenses? That's eating life, drinking blood, and pulling bones. Have you seen the situation of frontier soldiers? Have you ever seen soldiers who still tried their best to kill the enemy on the battlefield before they starved to death? This country is not The royal family, not only the royal family, this is the sky that our Lu family, countless soldiers carry with their lives."
Lu Xinglan's eyes were red, and at the end, his throat was shaking.
"Is your face used to hurt me? Mother."
His chest hurts.
It's not like I haven't seen my mother in these years.
He keeps stopping.
Trying to get her back.
But this step by step, her selfishness is incisively and vividly.
He thought he could just ignore it.
But ignoring it brings even bigger mistakes.
Mother Lu was frightened by his cruel eyes, and her body trembled.
She shook her mouth and suddenly pointed at Bai Weiwei and said, "You are just accusing me of being a trivial servant. In your eyes, I'm not even a servant?"
After she finished speaking, she sneered, "It's such a slut, so charming the Lord, he deserves to be killed, and the one just given should not be the medicine to kill the child, but the poison of death."
This is too harsh.
Bai Weiwei's fingers firmly grasped Lu Xinglan's collar.
The blood from her fingertips soaked Lu Xinglan's clean collar.
She was terrified.
But suddenly he raised his eyes slightly, a pair of eyes hazy with tears filled with panic and guilt.
"Master, it's all my fault, don't quarrel with your mother."
Lu Xinglan felt a thorn in his heart.
His thin lips also lost a hint of color, but he still smiled at her, and the next moment he bent down and covered her blood-stained lips.
The kiss was light and full of blood.
More of a trembling pity.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability rating is thirty-five.]
He has always been steady.
Don't do such impulsive and irrational things.
There are too many last resorts in this world, forcing him to be calm.
But to meet such a pair of pure eyes, there is only his shadow.
He only had the rage of being thrown into the Heat.
Mother Lu was furious, and smashed it with a teacup.
"You're crazy, Lu Xinglan, what are you like in broad daylight?"
Lu Xinglan didn't move, and let the shards of the teacup splash, and a piece of shards cut his cheek, and a few traces of blood flowed out.
The person in his arms was not hurt at all.
He left the stunned girl, and finally showed a smile.
But his eyes were cold and murderous.
"You want me to have descendants all your life, even descendants of royal blood. If you like children so much, why don't you give birth yourself."
When he said this, his smile turned cold.
"Do you want me to help you find some men to borrow seeds? Some of the children in the royal family should like older ones. Why don't they have children themselves."
Mother Lu was almost so angry that she fainted on the spot.
"Lu Xinglan, what did you say? I want to sue you for a big crime of unfilial piety."
In southern China, filial piety is respected.
Whoever is unfilial is the biggest taboo.
The defendant who is an official is not filial, and the black gauze will be gone.
Seriously, it is common to be sent directly to the cell to eat.