It would be too naive if other people thought that they could return to Beijing unharmed by leaving Lord Gu Hou.
Marquis Xuanping stopped halfway and unloaded their wheels one by one.
There is no village in front, no store in the back, and what is called Tiantian should not be called Earth is not working!
Of course, there were also a few who did not offend Xiao Liulang, but were also dismantled by the Duke of Xuanping.
It's helping them, not hurting them.
Marquis Xuanping will not make things difficult for them in the future, but if Marquis Xuanping lets them go, people who don't like Xiao Liulang may actually make things difficult for them.
So, let's take it apart together!
Xiao Liulang didn't know anything about Marquis Xuanping's behavior of bullying people in the middle of the road. He didn't sleep well last night. He woke up this morning with a headache, and he fell into a drowsy sleep not long after getting into the carriage.
This sleep was so heavy that he woke up to the capital.
He opened it and lay in a familiar room.
He sat up all of a sudden, looked at the merman gauze curtain on the bed, looked at the six screens of Jiangnan Misty Rain opposite the bed, and even looked back at the pillow he had just slept on.
It's all from memory, and even the fruity and floral fragrance in the house is the same as in memory.
This is the Princess Palace.
Princess Xinyang had a bad relationship with Mrs. Xiao. Mrs. Xiao didn't like Princess Xinyang's flesh and blood, and was very indifferent to Xiao Xiao Heng. Princess Xinyang simply took her son to live in the Princess Mansion.
Although it was connected to the Hou residence, Xiao Heng basically did not go to Mrs. Xiao's side.
Xiao Liulang lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
"Little Marquis, you are awake!" A maid walked into the house with a stack of clothes.
This maid, he remembered, was called Shi Hua.
It's just that she is much more mature than four years ago. At first glance, she is not used to it, but at second glance, she will accept her current appearance.
Her expression and smile were as natural as if he had never left in the past four years.
"Sister Shihua! Sister Shihua!"
Another little maid stumbled in. It was a magpie. The family in the house had a son. He was only eight years old four years ago, and now he is twelve.
Seeing Xiao Liulang, she bowed with a smile: "Little Marquis! You are awake! Marquis is waiting for you to eat!"
If Xiao Liulang hadn't experienced life and death, I'm afraid that the scene in front of him would really make him dazed.
He looked at the two of them lightly, and said, "I'm not the little Marquis, you have mistaken the person, where are my clothes?"
A trace of panic flashed across the eyes of the two maids.
Sure enough, they were not dreaming, they were acting.
Xiao Liulang breathed a sigh of relief.
Everything was all too familiar. For a moment, he almost really thought that the four years of living in the common people were just a dream, and that the terrifying fire was just a nightmare.
If those are all dreams, then the countryside and Bishui Hutong are also a dream.
He slowly sat on the chair, digesting the lingering fears in his heart.
The magpie hurried forward to pour him tea.
"I'll do it myself." He refused.
Magpie stepped aside hesitantly, and glanced at Shi Hua uneasily.
Shi Hua shook his head at her, signaling her not to talk too much.
"My clothes." Xiao Liulang said again.
"Yes." Shi Hua came to the wardrobe, opened the door, and found Xiao Liulang's luggage.
She secretly glanced at Xiao Liulang several times. Although she looked alike, her temperament was too different.
Little Marquis never made a straight face with them, he always talked and laughed, and he was a little master who made people feel warm inside.
And the little master's legs are not lame.
"You all leave."
After listening for a long time outside the door, Marquis Xuanping saw that the plan was not working, so he had no choice but to show up.
The two maids withdrew in relief.
There is no need to go to the Hanlin Academy today. He found a suit and put it on, and then said to Xuanping Hou: "You don't need to test me anymore, I'm not Xiao Heng."
Xuanping Hou said: "It's not a test..."
Xiao Liulang interrupted him: "Don't think that as long as I'm still Xiao Heng, you can make up for what you owe in your heart. If you try me a hundred or a thousand times, I'm still Xiao Liulang, the illegitimate son of Chen Yunniang, Not your son-in-law of Marquis Xuanping."
Xuanping Hou's eyes sank: "Then tell me, are there really people who look exactly the same?"
"Is it really the same?" Xiao Liulang asked back.
Xuanpinghou's gaze fell on his right eye.
There used to be a teardrop mole here, but now it's gone.
Xiao Liulang said: "Of course, if you just want to use me as a stand-in for the little Marquis, then it's up to you."
No one can replace Xiao Heng!
He doesn't need Xiao Heng's stand-in!
All he wants is Xiao Heng! His son Xiao Heng!
These words are so piercing that Xuanping Hou's heart is bleeding, or it is his own, knowing which words can poke him the most.
Xiao Liulang stopped talking, picked up his luggage: "Where's my medicine?"
"In the courtyard." Xuanping Hou said.
Xiao Liulang walked out without looking back.
Marquis Xuanping looked at his resolute and stubborn back, and suddenly stopped him: "Don't you want to see your mother?"
Xiao Liulang's steps stopped.
His hand holding the luggage clenched slowly.
I want to see her... Does she want to see me
Xiao Liulang left without any hesitation.
"Hi! Little brat!"
Xuanping Hou has a toothache!
Steward Liu walked over from the other end of the corridor, entered the room and asked, "Master Hou, hasn't he acknowledged his identity yet, young master?"
Xuanping Hou's fist slammed on the table, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Little stubborn donkey!"
"Is it really the little Marquis? Could it be wrong?" Steward Liu asked worriedly, paused, and then muttered, "It doesn't matter if it's wrong, Zuo is just your kind... "
Xuanping Hou glared at him.
Steward Liu smiled embarrassingly: "I'm joking, joking..."
Since ancient times, there is a difference between the concubines and concubines, let alone an illegitimate child? How could an illegitimate child confuse the direct bloodline of the Hou residence
The Marquis of Xuanping stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Could it be that only his mother can cure him?"
"Chen Yunniang is dead." Steward Liu reminded very kindly.
Xuanping Hou gave him a death stare: "You don't want this month's monthly money anymore?"
Steward Liu felt agitated and said, "Ah, Marquis, you are talking about Her Royal Highness the Princess. But in case Her Royal Highness also has nothing to do with him..."
The Marquis of Xuan Ping looked at the back disappearing at the end of the courtyard, his eyes were far-reaching and said: "Then I believe that he is really not Xiao Heng."
Xiao Liulang returned to Bishui Hutong in the carriage of the Marquis of Xuanping, and it was dark when he got home.
The family didn't know that he came back today, and each went to work on his own business. Only Yao shi took a walk in the yard to digest food.
"Mother." He stepped forward and greeted.
Yao Shi said in surprise: "Liu Lang is back? Haven't you eaten yet? Yuya'er!"
"Hey!" Yu Ya'er put down her work and walked over, "Huh? Uncle!"
Yao shi instructed: "Go and make something to eat for Uncle."
"Okay!" Yu Ya'er went down to the stove.
This time I went to the countryside for disaster relief, and I didn't bring back any gifts. Except for a basket of medicinal herbs, there were only some dried fish that the villagers dried themselves.
Xiao Liulang took out the dried fish.
"What's this?" A bag of strange-smelling medicinal powder fell out from under the dried fish.
"It's a powder made from dried flowers. It was given by an aunt. It is said that it can be used as rouge."
It was the aunt of Uncle Zhang's family, when she learned that he was married, she gave him this bag of dried pollen.
This is naturally not as good as the rouge in the rouge shop, but after all, it was a little bit of the villagers' will, so he accepted it.
Yao Shi said, "Jiaojiao doesn't need it now."
What Yao Shi meant was that Gu Jiao had Shougong sand on her face and didn't like to dress up. When Shougong sand disappeared in the future, maybe she would love beauty herself.
Xiao Liulang would be wrong, thinking that Yao Shi was saying that Gu Jiao was ugly, he said, "She doesn't need to be beautiful."
Yao Shi was taken aback.
Is the son-in-law complimenting his daughter's beauty
Although she also thinks her daughter is beautiful, she is Jiaojiao's mother after all, and her mother naturally looks good when she sees her daughter.
Xiao Liulang's serious look made Yao Shi laugh.
The couple have been married for so long, and although they have been living separately, they never said that they never married.
Husbands and wives from aristocratic families live in separate houses. In order not to interfere with men's studies, many scholar's families also live in separate houses. Therefore, if it weren't for this "birthmark", the relationship between the young couple would not be suspicious at all.
Yao shi had planned to continue pretending not to know, but now that he had started talking about it, Yao shi felt that maybe it would be okay to tell her son-in-law.
At least, the son-in-law refuted him so seriously, which showed that he didn't dislike his daughter's appearance in his heart.
He treats Jiaojiao with sincerity, what's not worthy of a truth
"Actually..." Yao shi cleared her throat, holding back the embarrassment in her heart, and said, "It's not a birthmark on Jiaojiao's face... it's Shougongsha."
Bang!
A figure fell from the courtyard wall!
Boom!
A man knocked on the threshold and stumbled into the door.
The former is Gu Chengfeng and the latter is Gu Changqing.
It's not over yet.
There was a click at the door, followed by sugar palm, sugar palm, sugar palm... It was the copper candied fruit box in Empress Dowager Zhuang's hand that fell to the ground.
The old sacrificial wine that was stomping on the newly opened door of the two houses was neither coming in nor going out—he just came to bring some brown sugar glutinous rice cakes to Zhuang Jinse, how did he hear such a thing
(End of this chapter)