The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

When Xie Lang said this, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he looked like a man with a clear breeze and bright moonlight.

Those dark eyes were looking at her steadily, with no intention of covering them up any longer. The fatigue and anger accumulated in his heart these days slowly dissipated, and it was rare to relax a little.

The heavy mountain weighing on my heart has also moved away.

The slender fingers with clear joints played with the small white porcelain cup and smiled lazily: "So this painting was treasured by me. I originally planned to tell you these things after the matter has settled."

Xue Mingyue thought to herself, fart, you have no intention of confessing at all.

If she hadn't inquired quietly and was very sure that Xie Lang turned into the Xie Jinglan in her previous life on the days when she was reborn, she might have really believed what he said. Look at how sincere he was.

But he never mentioned the portrait at all in his previous life!

Xue Mingyue was once again stunned by this person's ability to tell nonsense. She took a deep breath and calmly pointed out: "But after you knew that I found the portrait, you didn't tell me immediately."

Instead, he used the excuse that he had something to do to avoid her!

After talking for so long, he still didn't say what she wanted to hear. For example, after he snatched the portrait from Qiu Ming and hid it, what happened next?

Why don't you explain what you hid from her?

What she wanted to know was not what Old Princess Cen said. She remembered clearly everything from admiring flowers in the pear garden to marrying into the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion. Now she wanted to know, since he was so early... why did he behave like that in his previous life? Treat her?

Xue Mingyue didn't even realize that there was unspeakable resentment in her tone.

Ming Ming had told himself countless times, but things he thought he didn't care about long ago were recalled again the moment he saw him; his emotions, which he thought had calmed down, were still uncontrollable when he heard his understatement. live.

No matter how much she cultivates herself, she is still the same person.

If she didn't have a temper, she would have been so angry that she died countless times during the three thousand miles of exile in Northern Xinjiang.

The fingertips holding the stove were so tight that they turned white with force.

The moment he saw the red circles in her eyes, Xie Lang's ease suddenly broke down. The smile on his face faded and he quickly coaxed: "I was wrong about this, Mingyue, don't cry."

"I really didn't want to keep hiding it from you..."

Xue Mingyue leaned back, avoided his outstretched hand, glared at him and said, "Just lie to me."

If she hadn't discovered the existence of the portrait in her dream, she wouldn't have known how long she would have to wait after what he said. It would have been in vain for her to go out and wait for him despite the wind and snow outside.

After saying that, she rolled up her sleeves and stood up and walked towards the back room.

Xie Lang's eyes widened slightly, and just as he was about to get up and chase him, he heard her coldly say: "Master Hou hasn't returned for a long time, and his body is full of wind and snow. It's better to stay and have a good rest."

"Bam—"

The door of the house slammed shut.

Xie Lang froze on the spot.

At this moment, the maid who walked in with two bowls of noodles saw this scene and was so frightened that she quickly knelt down.

"..." Xie Lang rubbed his forehead helplessly, looked down at the cold clothes on his body, then looked up at the closed door, and pointed at the bowl below, "Send one of the bowls to Madam. .”

The corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Even though he looked so angry, he didn't forget to remind him that Jiuren Fengxue would get sick.

The maid immediately responded.

Xie Lang sighed and walked outside. He went to the warm pool to bathe before coming back. He finished the noodles on the table in a few mouthfuls and then dismissed the servants in the hall.

He walked to the closed door again, raised his fingers and knocked on the door.

He said helplessly and funny: "Mingyue, can you hear me? If you can't hear me, then I will break in."

Xue Mingyue, who was sulking in the room: "?"

She stood up suddenly, moved the table with a groan, and tried to block the door. At this time, she heard another light voice coming from outside the door:

"You don't have to worry about blocking the door with anything. If the door can't be opened, I can still climb through the window."

There was a hint of laughter in his voice.

Xue Mingyue: "??"

Xue Mingyue's face suddenly darkened, and she laughed angrily. In his eyes, the window is the main entrance, right?

She gritted her teeth and thought, "Climb through the window, climb through the window, Dingyuan Hou only knows how to climb through the window!"

I don’t know where his current bad and unconventional temperament came from. He was clearly not like this before or after her death in his previous life.

"Since you don't say anything, I'll take it as your promise."

The door panel was lightly knocked twice, and Xie Lang whispered: "Mingyue, I'm in."

"Come in!" Xue Mingyue sat back on the chair resignedly.

There was a crunch.

The closed door was pushed open.

The young man wearing a moon-white long-sleeved robe has picturesque eyebrows and long jade-like body, just like the beauty of the moon, cool and cold.

When he saw the angry figure with his back turned to him, a smile flashed in his eyes, he closed the door again, and then sat next to her, but as soon as he sat over, Xue Mingyue turned around and faced him with her back. .

Xie Lang almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

He poked her with his hand, lowered his voice and explained: "I didn't mean not to explain it to you, I just felt that it affected my whole body. Now that I have explained the origin of the painting, I have to explain more things to you, and Those things cannot be explained clearly in a few words on a piece of paper."

"If I didn't come and explain to you face to face, I'm afraid you would have a deeper misunderstanding."

Xue Mingyue: "..."

Don't listen, don't listen, the bastard chants sutras.

"Besides, I really have other important things to do these days. I finally have some free time today, so I came back to see you without stopping."

Xue Mingyue snorted coldly: What she said is all nonsense.

After the words fell, Xie Lang paused when he saw that she was still unmoved.

He was silent for a moment and then said tentatively: "If you really want to know those things, we can talk all night tonight. I promise to tell you everything one by one. Are you willing?"

"About Dingyuan Houfu, Bai Zhenzhen, Your Majesty, and past lives..."

Xue Mingyue almost jumped up in shock, and immediately interrupted what he had not finished saying: "No need! I don't want to talk to you all night long."

What past and present lives! She wasn't ready to really have a showdown with him yet.

She turned around quickly, and before she could speak again, she was suddenly hugged into his arms. When she heard the strong heartbeat in his chest, she stopped what she wanted to say and lowered her eyelids.

In fact, she just wanted to know his previous attitude towards her...

Just think of it as an obsession from a previous life.

Just as he was thinking about it, Xue Mingyue felt his head being rubbed twice, and heard Xie Lang smile lightly.

"These days I am researching the death of my father and mother in battle ten years ago."