This prince is a little sweet

However, before Xiao Heng was furious and hit him with a backhand, Xie Yuan let go of Xiao Heng's hand first, shrank back as if he had made a mistake, and stood in the corner of the wall in an orderly manner. Even with a sense of helplessness and innocence.

Most of the anger in Xiao Heng's heart was poured out for no reason.

There was only 12 points of helplessness and 12 points of funnyness left in his heart, come on, now he knew, the little baby really grew up.

He opened his mouth again and again, but he still didn't know what to say.

Advise him to stay and not go?

It seemed like he had tacitly allowed him to treat him like this, so would this kid not be able to rebel in the sky in the future?

Advise him to die quickly?

Under such circumstances, isn't it too unfeeling to do so? What if it leaves some psychological shadow on him?

Thinking of this, Xiao Heng suddenly felt that his head was going to turn gray.

On the contrary, Xie Yuan quietly raised his eyes to look at Xiao Heng amidst the burning sensation from head to toe.

"Unacceptable" was written so plainly on Xiao Heng's face that Xie Yuan couldn't ignore it.

He lowered his head almost sadly, and said: "Master Hou has also seen it, the current situation, if I continue to stay in the Hou Mansion, wouldn't it be a shame for you?"

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, then, as if he had let go of his thoughts for many years, he smiled lightly with relief, and continued: "So don't worry, Lord Hou, I will leave immediately, and I will never dirty Lord Hou's place." Eye."

☆, Beijiang

After saying this, he gave Xiao Heng a last look with some reluctance.

Those eyes clearly hoped that Xiao Heng could say something, even if it was some sarcasm.

However, Xiao Heng has lived for more than 20 years, and this is the first time he has encountered such an explicit and presumptuous confession. For a while, his head was like a mess, and all three meat and five vegetables went into battle together, not to mention coaxing people back. It is estimated that even a sentence is not fluent.

Seeing this situation, Xie Yuan gave up his mind, gritted his teeth and ran out without looking back.

Xiao Heng had just woken up from his stupor at this time, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve.

It's a pity that he is a half-legged man, how can he surpass a half-grown young man so quickly, let alone Xie Yuan is determined to leave?

He gritted his teeth and watched Xie Yuan's back getting farther and farther away, and he didn't even let him turn his head. He couldn't help but greeted the eighteen generations of Huangtian Laozi's ancestors.

However, Xiao Heng cursed in his heart, and suddenly lost his temper.

He really left, Xie Yuan didn't joke with him, he really left.

There was a moment of silence all around.

The night wind leaked in through the half-open window, whimpering and blew out the two red candles.

Even someone as heartless as Xiao Heng felt a bit of loneliness and depression at this moment.

And his conscience, which hadn't worked for a long time, couldn't help but move slightly at this time. For the first time in his life, he felt that he was really nothing. Why did he refuse to accompany him when he abducted him to the capital?

The night is getting darker, and the moon is as bright as water.

Xiao Heng shook his wheelchair and walked out of the room.

Under the tree in the courtyard, there is still a jug of undrunk wine.

Xiao Heng raised his glass and took a sip, the cold wine slipped from his mouth.

The soft touch suddenly brought back Xiao Heng's memories just now, as if Xie Yuan's lips were pressed against him again.

A fire burned him completely from head to toe in an instant.

He hastily looked around a few times guiltily, then put the wine glass heavily on the stone table, thinking to himself, damn it, when did this kid learn to drink such strong wine?

……

Two years later, Northern Xinjiang.

……

Liangzhou in winter is as snowy as ever.

Xie Mansion, under a thin oil-paper umbrella, Xie Yuan, a general of the Left Army of the Black Feather Army dressed in white, was standing quietly in front of the door.

After saying goodbye to Xiao Hengjing that day, Xie Yuan followed the newly formed Heiyu Army Zuo Army to Liangzhou.

After all, he was not an ordinary person, even if he was alone, he had blazed a trail of blood.

He first worked as a small staff member of the commander of the Zuo army, and soon stood out with his extraordinary resourcefulness and military exploits on the battlefield. In two years, he skyrocketed, from a small soldier to the current Zuo Army partial general.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Yu Fengping, the commander of the Zuo army, appreciates him very much. With such an important court official as a guarantee, the future is naturally limitless.

Therefore, people flocked to flatter and flatter for a while.

However, to everyone's disappointment, this Xie Yuan, although he looks friendly, doesn't put on airs, and doesn't talk too much, is actually quite withdrawn.

He could turn down all the banquets of the soldiers in the army. Even if it was just an ordinary meal in a small restaurant, it would be extremely difficult to invite him to an appointment.

Over time, the house he lived in became completely a lonely house.

Apart from official business, even if there is snow falling three feet in front of the door, few people care about it.

But what surprised passers-by was that the owner of the Xie Mansion, who had always stayed out of the gate, came out today, and looked like he was waiting for someone.

Who can work for this master?

However, Xie Yuan ignored all these curious eyes.