Xiao Liulang was silent, wondering if he didn't want to answer, or he didn't want to answer.
Princess Xinyang said again: "Forget it, let me speak first."
Xiao Liulang sneered: "What? You said that you don't want me, don't want to see me, or even don't want me to appear in the capital, so you came here to chase me away? I don't even have the qualifications to stay in the capital, right?"
Princess Xinyang's pupils shrank violently, looking at him in disbelief but reasonableness, she lowered her eyes to hide the fleeting complex emotions: "I didn't come to drive you away, I just wanted to chat with you. Four years ago."
Xiao Liulang turned his face away: "I don't want to talk."
Princess Xinyang didn't seem to hear his rejection at all, and said to herself, "Where do you start? Otherwise, let's start with Xiao Su's younger brother?"
Xiao Su.
This name slammed into the closed sea of consciousness like a hammer, and the memories that were suppressed in the depths of my mind poured out.
Xiao Su's mother is Chen Yunniang, he has only one younger brother in the world, that is the real Xiao Liulang.
Princess Xinyang said: "When Chen Yunniang passed away, she let her eldest son take her younger brother to Beijing to find her father before she died. Unfortunately, the servants of the Hou Mansion turned them away. No one believed them, and no one was willing to inform them. Until, they I came across a young man who came back from the Guozijian to sacrifice wine, the young marquis of Zhaodu, Xiao Heng."
She said Xiao Heng, but her eyes fell on Xiao Liulang's face in an instant.
Xiao Liulang's thin lips pursed tightly, and his fists were slightly raised.
He didn't look at Princess Xinyang's eyes.
Princess Xinyang looked at him fixedly: "Xiao Heng is kind by nature. After hearing about Xiao Liulang's life experience, not only did he not look down on him, but he was moved by his miserable experience."
Xiao Liulang thought of the first time he saw Xiao Su and the real Xiao Liulang. It was a face that was three or two similar to himself, dressed in tatters, and huddled in the corner outside the Hou residence.
He was curious and walked over to him and asked, "Who are you?"
"I, my name is Xiao Liulang. This is my guide, this is..." He took out the token that Marquis Xuanping left to Chen Yunniang back then. It was an old-fashioned token that Marquis Xuanping had used ten years ago. Updated.
However, Xiao Heng still recognized that it was the real token of the Marquis of Xuanping.
Xiao Heng asked curiously, "How come you have the token of Xuanping Marquis Mansion?"
The teenager looked at him timidly and stuttered: "I, my mother gave it to me, she, she asked me to bring the token and come to the capital to find my father. But, he, he, they won't let me and my brother, go in."
Xiao Heng snorted and wondered: "Is he your brother? You don't look alike, you and I are more similar."
"Ah..." The boy was a little dumbfounded on the spot.
Xiao Su guessed Xiao Heng's identity at that time, whether it was to use it or to sincerely ask for help, in short, Xiao Su knelt down to Xiao Heng and begged him to let his younger brother see his biological father.
Xiao Heng agreed: "There have been several big cases in the capital. My father has been very busy recently, and I can't even see him, but he will definitely come back to stay with me on New Year's Eve, and I will take you to see him then! By the way, Where do you live?"
The two lived in the cheapest Chase shop in the capital.
Xiao Heng exchanged people for a decent inn, and agreed with the two that on New Year's Eve, he would send someone to pick up the boy.
What Xiao Heng did not expect was that on New Year's Eve, he had something to go to the Guozijian, but who would have expected the young man to follow him secretly.
"What are you here for?"
"I, I, can I be with you?"
"I didn't go back to Houfu so soon."
"I can wait for you." The boy insisted.
"Alright then." Xiao Heng brought the boy into the Imperial College.
"My mother is here!"
"Then I'll hide!"
"No, I'll just explain it to my mother."
"No, your mother will not let me go! Your mother is a princess, let her know that I am the illegitimate son of Xuanping Hou, and I will be finished!"
The young man was trembling with fear, but Xiao Heng couldn't, so he had to temporarily hide him in the passage.
"Mother!" Xiao Heng happily opened the door for Princess Xinyang, "Are you here to pick me up?"
Princess Xinyang did come to pick him up, but not to take him home, but to take him to hell with him.
Princess Xinyang tried her best to make her voice sound calm, but her fingers tightly holding the handkerchief had actually betrayed her emotions. It was just that Xiao Liulang was sitting opposite her, and his view was blocked by the desk.
She said: "You were lying in the inn when you woke up with Xiao Su by your side. Xiao Su told you that he was worried about his younger brother and followed him secretly all the way. Brother, instead, he found you who were dying, and he had to carry you out. Then he told you that he saw a man in a mask rescue a comatose woman."
Xiao Liulang was slightly startled: "How did you... know?"
Princess Xinyang smiled lightly: "How do you know what? How do you know this story, or how do you know Xiao Su? I am a princess of a country, and it is not too difficult to find out the whereabouts of my son during his lifetime. Xiao Su was the one who found out the story. I made it up. Xiao Su has never been in the Imperial College."
He really did not worry about his younger brother, but Guozijian was not something he could enter if he wanted to.
It's not that Xiao Heng didn't think of this doubt, but apart from this possibility, he couldn't think of other possibilities.
Xiao Liulang looked into Princess Xinyang's eyes for a moment: "So who rescued me? Is it Long Yi?"
Princess Xinyang subconsciously shook her left arm.
When she carried Xiao Heng out of the fire, a burning beam broke and almost hit Xiao Heng's head. She raised her arm to block it, and her whole arm was on fire.
It still looks ugly.
This time, Princess Xinyang avoided his gaze, she lowered her eyes and said, "There was something you didn't know back then, that child was timid by nature, so he didn't have the guts to follow you. It was Xiao Su who was worried that you would coax them. Make sure he follows you closely. The two of them are working on a temporary road guide in the capital, and New Year's Eve is the deadline. If Marquis Xuanping does not recognize this son, they will be sent out of Beijing the next day."
The death of Xiao Su's younger brother has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself anymore.
Xiao Liulang raised his hand and touched the bottom of his right eye, and said in a daze: "Then my tear mole..."
Princess Xinyang said, "I burned it with a fire stick."
"Why?" Xiao Liulang asked.
Because your mother has an identical tear mole on her face, I don't want that group of people to find you.
As people grow up, their appearance will change somewhat, but this tear mole is really obvious.
Princess Xinyang didn't say these words. She lowered her eyes and spread the veil in her hands, and said lightly, "Anyway..."
Xiao Liulang looked at her with burning eyes: "You haven't answered me yet, who rescued me from the fire? If it wasn't Xiao Su, who would it be?"
You already know who it is, why are you forcing me to say it
Xiao Liulang's eyes were slightly red: "When I found out that I was rescued by Xiao Su, I was secretly relieved - it was Xiao Su who took me, not you who didn't want me. Now, But you told me that everything was your idea. You gave me to Xiao Su... You asked him to take me out of the capital... You got rid of me in this way... "
That is the mother he has relied on for fourteen years!
Even if she personally sent him to hell, he couldn't hate her!
It's all his fault, he deserves whatever he gets.
It's just that he hurts too...
Xiao Liulang raised his hand and wiped away the tears that were about to fall at a very fast speed, pretending that he had never cried.
He laughed at himself, looked out the window and said, "Yes, I killed your son and stole everything that belonged to your son. I was originally his substitute, but later found out that the substitute has become a scourge. It's strange that you don't want to get rid of me."
Mingming accepted this fact long ago, and he has been numbing himself in his mind day and night for four years, but why does he still feel like a knife when he mentions it again
He raised his hand to wipe his tears again, and looked out the window stubbornly, just to prevent her from seeing his red eyes.
Isn't Princess Xinyang so heartbroken
He's not a stand-in, never has been.
The first day she held him by her side, she knew clearly that this was not the fetus in her womb.
But so what
He cried all night, and only quieted down in her arms.
He does not eat the milk of the nursing mother, forcing her, the golden royal princess, to feed herself.
He is also very clingy, very troublesome, and especially makes trouble for her...
But he would silently stay by her side on countless days when she was disheartened.
As long as she turned around, she could always see that little face full of stars.
The little guy held his little hands behind his back, like a little adult, tilted his little head and raised his eyebrows with a smug look on his face: "Yes, mother, whenever you turn around, A-Heng is always here."
It's not that she didn't try to treat him as her dead son, but the little guy seems to have his own unique ability. He is full of his unique temperament, and he glows like a rising little sun.
He is her A-Heng, and he will not replace A-Heng who cannot be replaced by anyone.
(End of this chapter)