[Quick Transmigration] Raiders, male support!

A little red lips, two dimples of spring breeze.

The water sleeves are turned upside down, looking forward to look beautiful.

In front of his eyes was the beautiful Emei, and beside his ears was a soft singing voice. Mr. He half-closed his eyes and listened, tapping his fingers on the armrest lightly, humming a few words when he got up.

He Xiaoge looked expressionlessly at the top of the stage, fingers unconsciously tucked together.After about a stick of incense, the danjiao above flicked his sleeves and closed his eyes, and slowly retreated.The old man opened his eyes and took a look, and after a while, the voice from above sounded again.

At the beginning of the tone, Mr. He's eyes narrowed, his back was slightly stiff, and the rhythm of tapping the handrail unconsciously accelerated.He was like this, and the guests around who were usually opera-loving also looked a little unnatural at this time, their eyes kept turning around Ping Nanhou and Qin Shi, and the meaning in their eyes was self-evident.

The surrounding voices completely dissipated after the people above sang the phrase "We are born from the same root, why is it too urgent to be intertwined?"

Pingnan and Qin's complexions suddenly darkened. The former didn't speak, while the latter was still thinking. He winked at the steward next to him calmly, and the steward walked away after knowing it. Soon, the voices on the stage stopped down.

There was silence.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Mr. He.

The old man had no emotion on his face, but he kept tapping his bowed fingers to reveal his mood. When he was young, he was also a famous man in the capital. He came and went in the glory, and now he sat there silently, and his aura should not be underestimated.

In the midst of embarrassment, the opera suddenly sounded again on the stage, and it had been replaced by ordinary opera.

Only then did the guests come to their senses, and they all turned their heads to drink and watch the stage, whitewashing the peace.

But at this time, no one is interested in listening to the play, the people around are paying attention to this side calmly, Ping Nanhou and Qin look at Mr. He nervously, the old man is expressionless, and his silent appearance is exactly the same as that of He Xiaoge who is sitting behind him .

After a while, the old man stood up with one hand supporting the armrest, and under Ping Nanhou's nervous eyes, he said lightly, "Where's Xiaocheng?"

Qin Shi and Ping Nanhou looked at each other.

Mr. He said again expressionless: "Where is Xiaocheng?"

No one answered.

His gaze swept across Pingnan and Qin's body slowly, the old man turned around and glanced at He Xiaoge, who looked back quietly without any disturbance. The old steward returning home: "Go find it."

The old steward nodded and retreated, and soon someone reported that he had seen He Xiaocheng in the garden before, and it seemed that he had gone to the side room.

Mr. He turned around and walked towards the side room. Ping Nanhou and Qin shi hurriedly followed. They walked all the way to the side room, looking from room to room. Hoarse voice.

——"Didn't you ask me if Mrs. Ning's death has something to do with me? Of course."

The footsteps suddenly stopped.

Mr. He stared at the wooden door with a sullen face. Qin's expression panicked, and he reached out to push the door. Before he could move, he was scared back by the old man's eyes.

The voice inside the wooden door continued, uttering what he had done and his paranoid thoughts word by word. The more he said, the more ferocious and strange the voice became, and the expressions of everyone outside the door became worse and worse.

Looking at the old man's face and dark eyes, Pingnanhou and Qin's couldn't help sweating deeply on their foreheads, they hurriedly turned their eyes to look at He Xiaoge, and when they cast their gazes over, the latter just raised his eyes, expressionless, with deep eyes It was cold, although she didn't show any emotion, but the moment her eyes met, Qin felt a chill rise from the bottom of her heart for no reason.

Those eyes made Qin feel that he was already a dead person.

Cold, pale, ugly dead.

The four seasons are like this, Qin Shi shuddered, and looked away in embarrassment.At the same time, the voice inside the wooden door faded slightly, and He Xiaocheng's deliberately low hoarse voice entered the ears of everyone inside and outside the door.

——"Then now, it's your turn, Mr. Gu."

Mr. He frowned, stepped forward and kicked the door open, the wooden door knocked against the wall with a loud bang, everyone saw the appearance of the people inside.

It is clear at a glance whether the young man in white clothes is clean and at a loss and the man with the ferocious expression and crazy eyes.

Before Mr. He could move, Ping Nanhou stepped forward and slapped He Xiaocheng: "Nizi!"

The person who was slapped raised his head in a daze, stretched out his hand to caress his cheek, the madness in his eyes not only didn't subside but intensified, he turned his head to look at Ping Nanhou, his eyes were red and stared for a while, and he was about to fight back.

Qin Shi was startled, and hurried forward to block his hand.Although the intention of the slap did not come down, the intention was already understood, Ping Nanhou blushed in anger, pointed his finger at his nose for a long time, but he couldn't say anything.

"Shame! Shame!" Mr. He scolded angrily.

Ping Nanhou couldn't hold back his face, he stretched out his hand to call his servant to tie He Xiaocheng up, the latter looked at him with red eyes, and laughed hoarsely: "Tie me up? Old man, why don't you just die?"

Ping Nanhou's eyes widened in shock.

"I, He Xiaocheng, have lived for so many years, and I hate you the most." He Xiaocheng stared at him fiercely: "I have no ability, relying on the glory of my ancestors but always feel that I am superior to others. Back then, I said that I really married my mother, but now I am a concubine. Countless waiters, promised my mother to invite me to the title when I was weak, now I have been weak for three years, what have I got? No?!"

"Everyone says I'm incompetent, and you also think I'm a dude."

"But what can I do? In the past, I wanted to obtain fame. You said that fame is useless. I wanted to earn military merit. It was you who said that only one member of the He family's military merit was enough. I wanted to run a business. It was you who said that businessmen are cheap." He Xiaocheng doubled Eyes red: "Years have passed in the blink of an eye, and now I have become a rich man in the capital, ha, what can I do?!"

In the end, the voice was already hoarse.

Feeling embarrassed in his heart, Ping Nanhou turned his head to ask Qin to stop him, but found that the latter knelt on the ground and let the tears dazzle his face at the beginning of He Xiaocheng's speech.

One person roared, another shed tears, one person was embarrassed and several remained silent, the scene was very embarrassing.

Old Man He turned his eyes to look at He Xiaocheng, who silently walked up to Gu Nan and reached out to hold his hand, the depths of his eyes were full of darkness.

Just by looking at his eyes, the old man could know what he was thinking, sighed silently in his heart, stretched out his hand to let the servants around him leave, and then said softly: "Xiaoge, tell me what you think."

For a moment, everyone in the room focused their attention on He Xiaoge.

Hearing this, He Xiaoge raised his eyes, his gaze skipped over the faces of Ping Nanhou and Qin Shi, and gradually became deeper, and when he stopped on He Xiaocheng, his eyes had already turned into an unfathomable dark color.

After looking at it for a long time, he frowned and met Mr. He's face, and said word by word: "Everything has its own destiny."

In a word, the voice is not loud, but the calmness and determination in it are thick and deep.

What is a fixed number?Destiny comes from people.

Mr. He took a deep look at He Xiaoge, was silent for a long time, slowly stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and said dejectedly after a while, "... family ugliness must not be publicized, and he is the heir of the He family anyway, this matter...needs to be discussed."

After finishing speaking, he tilted his head to look at Ping Nanhou: "You come out."

Once the wooden door was opened and closed, there were only four people left in the room.

Qin Shi still hugged He Xiaocheng and wept, Gu Nan squinted his eyes to look at them, quietly moved to the side of the incense burner, and quietly shook the medicine powder into it.

Soon, the madness and paranoia in He Xiaocheng's eyes gradually disappeared. Seeing Qin Shi holding him and crying, he froze for a moment: "Mother, what's going on?"

Qin's eyes looked up at him with red eyes: "When you can't make trouble, but at this time! And you said that to your father, we are over, we are over, do you know?!"

He Xiaocheng looked at him blankly: "What did I say to Dad?"

Qin just hugged him and cried.

No matter how slow the reaction was, He Xiaocheng also understood that something was wrong, and suddenly turned his head to look at Gu Nan, and saw the latter standing beside the person he hated the most, Shengxue in white had warm brows and eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, but it was a sarcasm.

Such a smile seemed familiar.

He Xiaocheng frowned, and suddenly remembered that when he told Gu Nan that he was coming to you, the latter also gave him a faint look with such a smile, and he didn't know anything after that.

Gu Nan, Gu Nan.

He Xiaocheng stared at Gu Nan, who caught his gaze and smiled more calmly, until finally his lips opened and closed, and he said a word silently: "Stupid."

The wooden door was pushed open at this time, and the people in the room subconsciously looked at the door, and the old steward stood at the door: "Madam, the old Hou Ye called you over."

Qin Shi was taken aback, stood up and wiped away tears with a roll handkerchief, rectified her disguise and walked out with the steward.

Only He Xiaocheng, Gu Nan and He Xiaoge were left.

"Mr. Gu, you have a good means."

"What's the matter." Gu Nan glanced at him casually: "What a clumsy method, anyone with a discerning eye can tell who did it."

He Xiaocheng narrowed his eyes.

Gu Nan looked at him with a smile: "I just want everyone in the Hou Mansion to see He Xiaoge's attitude, and... your ugliness, that's enough."

As he spoke, Gu Nan casually leaned on He Xiaoge and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that the effect is good."

He Xiaocheng didn't speak.

The person who was leaning against Gu Nan quietly looked at Gu Nan's swollen cheeks with heavy eyes.

Gu Nan looked back at him, and their eyes met for three seconds. He Xiaoge turned his head and walked towards He Xiaocheng, staring down at his right hand without saying a word.

Just looking at Gu Nan, he also knew his plan, stepped forward to stop him slowly, and then smiled and shook his fingers in the latter's dark eyes: "Sometimes, when someone slaps you, you don't actually need to slap back, right? ?”

It was rare for He Xiaoge's eyes to show disapproval. As soon as such emotions appeared, he saw the person who was smiling just now bent down and raised his hands.

One, two, three... Exactly ten.

After the last crisp sound, the young man's gentle voice sounded softly, with a warm smile on his face.

"Ten slaps, it's actually okay."

☆, 113.9.17

The Pingnanhou Mansion has been in Beijing for a hundred years, and it belongs to a prosperous family.

Such a family needs face most.

Therefore, no matter Pingnanhou or Qin Shi, no matter how ugly their face was when they walked out of the study, they still turned their heads and put a smile on the face of the guests.

Gu Nan didn't know what it looked like outside, he and He Xiaoge still stayed in the side room, but this situation didn't last long, about half an hour later, the old steward came again and called He Xiaoge out.

There was silence in the room.

Gu Nan glanced down at He Xiaocheng's swollen cheeks, feeling inexplicably in a good mood, and after looking down at him for a while, squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's really embarrassing."

He Xiaocheng lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "You want me to die, don't you?"

The person who asked the question had a low tone, while the person being asked smiled and said nothing, with clear eyes.

There was a moment of silence in the house.

During the long silence, He Xiaocheng lowered his head, suddenly feeling extremely embarrassed.

When he lowered his eyes, a white corner of his clothes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and He Xiaocheng raised his head subconsciously, just in time to meet Gu Nan's face.

Instead of the gentle and kind-hearted appearance before, he stood in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly, his beautiful eyes seemed to be condensed with ice and snow, and it was bitingly cold.

"I am a person who is selfish, narrow-minded, protects my shortcomings, bears vengeance, and will take revenge." Gu Nan leaned down, and met He Xiaocheng's eyes with those snow-soaked eyes: "Look, if you slap me, I will pay you back." You slap me ten times, not to mention..."

He slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed He Xiaocheng's throat: "What's more, you once made the person I care about the most hurt so much that you can't even cry."

The tone was flat, and the hand holding the other party's throat was not strong, but for a moment, He Xiaocheng thought that he would really die here.

His pupils shrank, He Xiaocheng looked down at Gu Nan's wrist, his mind went blank.

"Tell me, what will happen to me?" Gu Nan looked at him lightly.

you will kill me.

Inexplicably, such a sentence appeared in He Xiaocheng's mind, five words, without stopping.

But that white hand didn't increase its strength until the end.Gu Nan looked at him, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth: "Next time, don't put something bad in the incense burner, you know the consequences, it's too stupid."

After finishing speaking, he withdrew his hand and stood up. He Xiaocheng subconsciously looked up at him. The young man standing in the darkness lowered his brows and eyes, and his eyes were condensed with light. They were obviously light in color, but they were dark and deep the moment they turned slightly.

This kind of people.

Can smile for a person.

It can also be deadpan and silent for a person.

how wonderful.

The room was dark and silent.

It was the old steward's voice that finally broke the silence, and it was Gu Nan who was called over this time.

After the old steward finished speaking, he went outside to wait. Gu Nan turned his eyes and looked out the window without moving.

He Xiaocheng looked at him quietly, suddenly, that white figure turned around, his clothes moved slightly with the wind, like pear blossoms in March, lightly and gracefully, silently sprinkled all over the floor.

It's too good to be true.

He stared blankly, watching the white man walk to the door, raised his wrist slightly, the wooden door was pulled open, and the warm light came in and reflected on his body. Needless to say, he was graceful.

"You..." He Xiaocheng couldn't help opening his mouth.

As soon as he said a word, he saw the young man standing by the vermilion wooden door slowly turning his head, looking at him with those glazed eyes shining with warm light, and making a faint sound.

"He Xiaocheng, the future is long."

With the closing of the wooden door, the daylight completely faded away.

He Xiaocheng stared blankly at the dark room in front of him, his lips twitched a few times, and his throat suddenly felt dry.

study.

Warm smoke tea.

When Gu Nan entered, Mr. He was sitting behind the table making tea with a calm expression.After Gu Nanhe came to the door, he leaned forward and cupped his hands: "Old Hou Ye."

"You're welcome, sit down."

Gu Nan sat down as he said, and saw a cup of tea in front of him. He raised his eyes to look at the old man, who looked at him calmly, and the eyes met for a few seconds. Gu Nan smiled, took a sip from the teacup .

After the rain, the hair is sharp, and the taste is naturally not bad.

It's just that the heat is a little heavier.

Gu Nan put down the teacup with a smile, and re-ignited the tea stove under the eyes of Mr. He, and after a while, the water smoke curled up.Mr. He quietly looked at his face that became more and more moist in the water smoke, and remained silent, and finally heard the latter's plain words while the fragrance of tea was overflowing.

"Master Hou, try it."

It's really cool.

Old Hou Ye put down his teacup and remained silent.

Gu Nan poured it for him again, with a warm and clear smile: "It takes a deep understanding to make tea, and the same goes for other things..."

Mr. He's expression remained unchanged, but his fingers began to tap the table rhythmically.

"Xiao Ge has a straightforward personality, and he can't do many things. Today's matter, but you did it."

Although it was a question, the tone was affirmative.

Gu Nan didn't intend to hide it from him, and knew he couldn't hide it, otherwise he wouldn't use such a clumsy method, so he smiled: "It's me."

The sound of knocking on the table stopped for a moment, Mr. He frowned, and looked at Gu Nan with a little more scrutiny.

Gu Nan met his gaze without changing his face, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth did not decrease at all.

The old man had been a soldier for half his life, and his aura was unmatched by ordinary people, but the frail young man sitting opposite him looked at him, and his aura was almost the same.

The tea on the table gradually cooled down.

Mr. He looked at him, and took away the scrutiny in his eyes for a while, but did not reprimand Gu Nan for his behavior: "It is the Hou family who is ashamed of him."

Ashamed of two words, too light.

Gu Nan will never forget that in the drizzle and cold night, the always tough man hugged him, silently wet his shoulders with ice.

More than 20 years, more than 20 years.

Up to now, this man who has been covered in scars for several years and has never said pain, is so painful that he can't even cry.

Gu Nan unconsciously clenched his hands, and looked at the old man with a slightly fainter look: "He Xiaoge has received the kindness of the Marquis's family, and now he has paid it off no matter what. Now, it's time for the Marquis to repay the rest."

Speaking of the grace of childbirth, his tone was slightly mocking, but Mr. He's eyes moved slightly, but he still said in a deep voice, "You have no right to interfere with the affairs of the Hou's Mansion."

"Why not?" Gu Nan raised his eyebrows and curled his lips together: "Just because He Xiaoge is mine now, no one is more qualified than me."

Mr. He raised his eyebrows.

Gu Nan looked at him indifferently: "There are many things that He Xiaoge should have told you today, and there is no need for me to say them again."

"He was taught by you for several years when he was young, and he accepted your love, but this friendship is too shallow compared to everything he has received in these years."

Old Hou Ye was silent.

"Gu Nandao: "He Xiaoge respects you, there are some things he wants to say but can't say, then I'll be a villain and say everything today. "

After the words fell, Gu Nan raised his head, the smile on the corners of his lips had disappeared, his pale eyes and calm face fell on Mr. He's seriousness and astonishing determination.

"Pingnanhou's Mansion and He Xiaocheng, only one can stay, whoever survives last depends on who has better means and better luck."

"There is no room for this. The only thing that can take a step back is a little."

Mr. He withdrew his fingers to hold the teacup tightly, and looked at Gu Nan quietly.

"As long as you are still alive, I will not do anything to the Pingnanhou Mansion."

"As for the others, there is no need to discuss."

As for the others, there is no negotiating.

The eight words were too decisive, Mr. He raised his head intently, some couldn't believe that such words were spoken by this young man with clear brows, eyes and gentle temperament in front of him.

The young man who had finished speaking suddenly retracted the aura around him, and he looked warm again, and the corners of his lips raised a gentle arc again. Gu Nan raised his teacup and took a sip, and opened his mouth softly: "This tea, when it's warm, It is clear and mellow, and when it cools, only a bitter taste remains."

"Old man, the same is true of people's hearts."

After finishing speaking, Gu Nan drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, got up and said goodbye and walked out after cupping his hands again.

Mr. He didn't stop him, he looked down at the light green tea in front of him for a long time, then reached out to bring it to his mouth.

Very bitter, very astringent.

Just now the young man's deep words were still ringing in his ears, Mr. He covered his eyes slumpedly, and shook his head lightly for a long time.

It's too late.

Originally thought that he was called, He Xiaoge must have returned to the yard, but after Gu Nan went back, he found that the man still hadn't come back.

Going to the kitchen to make something to fill his stomach, Gu Nan ate some hastily, took a medical book and sat behind the table, reading and waiting.

When the lights are half dim.

When the moon is half bright.

The lights outside are nearly dimmed, the harp has stopped, and I can see the shadow of willow branches under the moon when I turn my eyes, and the red lanterns are hidden in the night, and joy is only a little red.

Gu Nan gradually felt his eyes dry up.Putting down the book and stretching out his hand to rub his temples, the candlelight on the table swayed gently, tears from the candles spread down, condensing into a faint vermilion.

He stood up and extinguished the candle, went to the bed and lifted the quilt, closed his clothes and lay down.

Although it is a hot season, it is also cold in the middle of the night.

Feeling a chill in his body, Gu Nan opened his eyes, and saw He Xiaoge standing beside the bed and leaning over, holding the corner of the quilt with both hands, about to cover the quilt that was kicked aside for Gu Nan at some point.

Gu Nan rubbed his eyes: "You are back."

The voice is unavoidably hoarse in drowsiness, and it feels lingering for no reason in such a night.He Xiaoge hummed, and stretched out his hand to pull up his coat: "It's cold at night, don't catch a cold."

The tone is very soft.

Gu Nan raised his eyes to look at him, and could clearly see his mood from the latter's bloodshot eyes.

He didn't know what the man said to the old man, but he could feel his sadness.

Sighing in his heart, Gu Nan reached out and hugged He Xiaoge: "No matter what, you still have me."

This is probably the best consolation.

He Xiaoge got up a little bit and touched Gu Nan's forehead, looking at each other. Gu Nan saw his own reflection in the man's eyes, reflected in the black ink, and felt an unspeakable feeling.

Affectionate and unique.

Gu Nan stared at him for a long time, then slightly raised his head in the current posture, his hair brushed He Xiaoge's chin, slightly itchy.

He Xiaoge looked at him deeply.

Gu Nan curled his lips into a smile, his eyes twinkling.

And what responded to his gaze was a soft and delicate kiss that finally landed on his lips.

Gentle and tender.

☆, 114.9.18

Not long after Pingnan Hou's birthday, Mr. He set out to return to the countryside.

On the day he left, the weather was fine, the gates of the city were light green, and the wind was blowing towards the setting sun.

The old man looked much more haggard than when he first met him. He stood in the red and raised his eyes. The setting sun reflected in his eyes. When he turned his eyes slightly, they were full of dark and unclear colors.

In the end, nothing was said.

Gu Nan watched the carriage gradually fade out of sight, thought about the emotions contained in the old man's last look when he turned around, and sighed softly.

Since ancient times, the beauty has sighed for twilight, and the hero is not allowed to see the white head.

This sentence is really true.

The birthday is over, and Mr. He has left, but the affairs of the Pingnanhou Mansion are far from over.

In a place of right and wrong in the capital, low-level matters are most likely to be discussed by others. The affairs between the concubine and concubine of the Pingnan Hou Mansion have long been no secret among the rich and powerful in the capital, but they have always been kept in secret. , many things will no longer be concealed.

Those who are interested naturally try to figure out the deep meaning in it secretly, and gradually, they are drawn to the matter of Mrs. Ning's death.

And just when the rumors were flying, He Xiaoge and Gu Nan returned to the other courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing, holding Mrs. Ning's memorial tablet when they left.

This attitude is very clear, there is an uproar in the capital, people in the palace are sent to Pingnanhou's mansion, Pingnanhou is in a hurry, whitewashing peace in front of outsiders and saying it is all rumors, but there is no way to turn around and look down, He Xiaoge has made great achievements in battle There is no need to rely on others, and the Hou Mansion is indeed ashamed of him.

There was nothing he could do about He Xiaoge, so he vented his anger on Qin Shi and He Xiaoge, and he could no longer see the appearance of his former loving father and husband.

Gu Nan had already expected these things, and he just smiled when he knew the news.

How can this be possible?It's just the beginning.

This time He Xiaoge's attitude was too decisive, the Pingnan Hou Mansion sent people over several times, but they were all turned away.

These actions could not escape the eyes of the people in the capital, and everyone speculated about He Xiaoge's subsequent movements, and the other courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing became the focus of attention for a while.

There was a lot of talk outside, but the people inside were very comfortable, with light tea and light wine, three dishes of small dishes, and what they served was leisurely and romantic.

"It's very lively outside these days. I saw Marquis Pingnan a few times from a distance when I was outside, and his face is really not pretty." Gu Nan smiled with his eyes bent, and picked up a chopstick of beef for He Xiaoge.

As for He Xiaocheng, I haven't seen him since Pingnan Hou's birthday.

Hearing this, He Xiaoge's expression didn't change at all, he stretched out his hand and pushed Gu Nan's favorite soup in front of him and said softly: "Lu Rong sent a letter yesterday, saying that everything is ready."

"It's a pity that we can't do it yet." Gu Nan curled his lips, thought for a while and suddenly fell silent. After a while, he said in a low voice, "However, it won't be too late."

The tone sounded like regret and regret.

It's for Mr. He.

Although Mr. He looks bright, his body is already showing signs of withering.

The last time Gu Nan spoke with him in his study, he had already seen all sorts of things. The young man went all over the place, and after decades of bloodbath, although he returned with glory, his body was injured after all.

He Xiaoge understood the meaning of Gu Nan's words, although there was no change on the surface, but the depths of his eyes were still a little dark.

For the only old man in Pingnanhou's mansion who had given him kindness, even after so many years of harsh treatment, He Xiaoge still could not forget that friendship.

"How much longer?" He Xiaoge asked, his voice trembling.

Gu Nan paused in his voice, lowered his eyes for a while, and opened his mouth lightly.

"I'm afraid... I won't be able to survive this winter."

-----

A proverb.

This year's winter was extremely cold, the first heavy snow in the middle of winter passed, the old man fell asleep and did not open his eyes again.

White silk paper lanterns were hung in the Pingnan Hou Mansion, and the body of Mr. He was placed in a golden nanmu coffin and placed in the mourning hall. Gu Nan and He Xiaoge burned incense and kowtowed in the mourning hall, surrounded by wind and snow mixed with crying. It makes people feel sad.

Seven days later, the clan was buried in the coffin.On the night when the funeral was settled, the seven elders of the clan gathered in the front hall. The old steward stood in the center dressed in mourning, and took out a letter written by Mr. He from his arms and handed it over.

The elder looked at them one by one, shook his head and sighed, and left Pingnanhou's mansion the next day.

Marquis Pingnan sent the elder away, and before he had time to rest for a while, he heard the steward report in a panic that He Xiaocheng fell into hysteria again.

The eyes are red and look like crazy.

He looked exactly the same as he did on Pingnanhou's birthday half a year ago.

Last time it was in a secluded place in a remote room, but this time it was in front of Zhaoming Temple in Kyoto. I don't know how many people watched her insane and ugly appearance.

Marquis Pingnan was in a hurry, so he dispatched the steward and led people to forcefully knock He Xiaocheng unconscious and bring him back. He poured a basin of cold water on it, and He Xiaocheng came back to his senses.

Others don't know, but she knows best. He Xiaocheng's hysteria hasn't gotten better in the past six months. She kept it from her a few times before, but this time she couldn't help it.

This is retribution.

That day, He Xiaocheng personally went to the other courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing to look for Gu Nan. Seeing his haggard appearance, Gu Nan raised his eyebrows with a smile, and his voice was as gentle as usual: "I said earlier that the sun will grow forever."

With one sentence, he blocked all what He Xiaocheng wanted to say, and returned to the Pingnan Hou Mansion in silence. Since then, the frequency of hysterical attacks has increased day by day.

Qin was terrified, and when she went to look for Gu Nan again, she found that He Xiaoge had brought Gu Nan back to the border without knowing when, but she couldn't find him at all.

Although people are not in the suburbs of Beijing, many things are still under control.

He Xiaocheng was plagued by hysteria, and soon after, his whole body was haggard, and he stood like a skeleton in a decadent state.Marquis Pingnan originally had a prejudice against him when he heard what he said on his birthday, but he bumped into him several times later, which was even more unexpected.

The Qin family had no results, so they could only pretend to be pitiful and beg bitterly, quietly mentioning the power of their natal family a little bit. After weighing it, although Pingnanhou was not satisfied, there was no major change on the surface.

This situation was fully informed by He Xiaoge's eyeliner letter in the capital. Gu Nan shook his head and smiled when he learned about it, and sent someone to send a wooden box into the capital. Hubu Shangshu sued Qin Taishi in a case, submitted the pleadings and witness statements, and Dali Temple sent people to investigate the authenticity. After one month, the dust settled, and Hubu Shangshu was wronged.

The unjust case was settled, but the involvement was not over yet.After careful investigation, the Taishi Mansion has many crimes for many years. The minister of Dali Temple sorted it out and handed it over to the imperial court. The Emperor was furious and ordered a thorough investigation.

How can the Kyoto family be completely clean behind the scenes? Everyone knows that this matter could have been dismissed in one stroke, but now it is the new emperor using reasons to eradicate dissidents.

The emperor meant it, so naturally no one dared to take the initiative to get involved.

All of a sudden, the wall fell and everyone pushed, and the Grand Master's Mansion, which had been in the prosperity of the capital for decades, was finally defeated.

The Qin family was not involved in prison because of being married out for many years, but Pingnanhou's mansion was somewhat involved, without the support of the Qin family, and Pingnanhou was really tired of the Qin family recently, so he disappeared immediately good face.

The warmth of the person next to the pillow is gone, and the son who has high hopes is crazy. Qin's visits to famous doctors have not been effective.

But there was nothing I could do.

Soon after, Lichun.

Fresh green is emerging everywhere, with warm sun, the scenery is infinite.

The weather was fine and the days were a little more peaceful. It was rare for Marquis Pingnan to have a peaceful life.

At the beginning of April, peach blossoms and willows are green, Marquis Pingnan went to a friend's banquet, got drunk at night and went to watch the lanterns by the lake, not to mention losing the family jade pendant of the Hou's mansion, after searching for a long time, he met a woman who returned the things, the woman His appearance is beautiful, and the surrounding lights are even more flawless. Just one glance makes Pingnan Hou obsessed, but there is no news when he asks around.

I couldn't find it anywhere near May, and in the middle of the month I went out to play in the suburbs of Beijing. I passed by a stream and saw a purple figure in the distance.

One person raised his eyes, the other looked back, facing each other for a moment, and the affection was glimpsed in the sunlight.

Three months later, the woman was brought into the Hou's mansion by Pingnanhou, and placed in another courtyard, and her favor became more and more prosperous.

The news was included in the letterhead and sent to the border. When Gu Nan was cooking with He Xiaoge when he received the letter, he opened the letterhead with flour-stained hands, but felt disdainful at first glance.

"This kind of ruthless person will definitely end badly." Gu Nan dropped the letter and looked back at He Xiaoge with a smile: "It's a good thing you don't follow him, otherwise..."

As he spoke, his menacing eyes glanced down along He Xiaoge's lower abdomen, the meaning was self-evident.

The threatened person reached out to rub Gu Nan's hair with a good temper, and smiled: "Okay."

Gu Nan liked his gentle smile the most, he leaned forward in a good mood, stopped the moment his lips were about to touch the latter's cheek, and stretched out his hand.

The calm and serious general had flour on his cheeks.

The appearance is actually a bit funny, Gu Nan bent his eyes and smiled, very satisfied with his masterpiece: "Not bad."

The trickster looks like a little fox.

He Xiaoge's brows and eyes were softer, and the black eyes shone softly, like the appearance of the first sale of ice and snow in early spring, soft and lingering.

Very provocative.

When a man with a boyfriend who is MAX and has a seductive smile without words stands in front of you, what will you immediately think of?

Gu Nan thought for the first time, it would be a pity not to do something at this time.

Thinking of this, he lost the intention of cooking. Gu Xiaohu took a look around, made sure that the doors and windows were closed, then squinted his eyes and smiled, stretched out his hand still stained with flour and pressed it close to He Xiaoge's chest, blinked, and spoke softly. With a loud voice: "He Xiaoge..."

The eyes of the called person sank.

There is a play.

The sly look on the corner of Gu Nan's mouth became a bit more serious, and his tone was so soft that he said, "I'm a little tired, do you want to hug me?"

The soft and cute little fox begged for a hug with blinking black and moist eyes, and no one could refuse. He Xiaoge looked down at him, took a step forward, and bent over after a while.

The little fox who was picked up by the waist smiled and wrapped his arms around the neck of the person above him. In the end, he stretched out his paws with red ears and handed rose ointment.

There is no distinction between warmth and front.

Uh huh no matter day or night.

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Zhuanghe Qingming four years, March.

Winter goes to spring, and wild geese return to the south.

The ice and snow melted and the spring water flowed away, and the biting chill in the capital faded away. The spring breeze blew over the old trees and new willows on the bank of the city gate, and the new greenery was blown up, passing by the alleys of green bricks and white tiles, and gently falling on the side of the road, and was smiled by the passing girl pick up.

Three years have passed, and Kyoto remains as it was yesterday.

In the past, the man who left Beijing stood at the city gate and looked up at the cloud pattern on the wall. The corners of his mouth were warm and clear. He took a step forward and saw the scene inside the city through the city gate. He smiled and tilted his head: "It's finally time."

The young man in black clothes standing beside him looked at Jingdu silently, and after hearing the words, he took a step forward and reached out to hold the young man's hand in his palm.

Today is March eleventh.

There are still three days before the death of Mr. He, which is exactly three years.

Pingnanhou Mansion.

Early in the morning, all the people in the mansion wore plain clothes, and Ping Nanhou led his family members to open the ancestral hall to offer incense, burn yellow paper, and offer sacrifices to Buddhist scriptures.

The filial piety is coming to an end, and the last three days of incense cannot be broken.

He Xiaoge and Gu Nan followed the people in Hou's residence to burn incense, and when they left the ancestral hall at dusk, they went to the small courtyard where Mrs. Ning used to live.

Left unattended for so many years, the yard is overgrown with weeds and dust.The two of them didn't stay here for too long, and they walked out within a short time of a stick of incense. When they left the Hou's Mansion, they passed by the east courtyard, and saw that the once most prosperous place where the Qin family lived was now barren.

These three years have been really difficult for the Qin family.

Just ask the newcomer to laugh in front of the hall, whoever heard of the old Bo Qiluo.

Ever since Marquis Pingnan brought that woman back to the Hou Mansion, the Qin family has never seen the person next to her pillow again.

Ping Nanhou these years can be regarded as a happy spring breeze.

The people around him are beautiful, understanding and intelligent, and they are indulging in gentleness all day long, so they are so happy.The people next to the pillow are sympathetic, and the business of the shops under the name of the Hou Mansion is also good, but...

Ping Nanhou stopped, frowned and looked at the dreary courtyard to the west, and then at the graceful people around him, feeling a little bit more thoughtful.

The power of the Qin family's natal family has fallen, and He Xiaocheng is useless again. The position of the Madam of the Houfu... It's time to change.

Seeing his pensive look, the smile on the corners of the woman standing beside him remained unchanged, but her eyes deepened a little.

She stepped forward and embraced Ping Nanhou's arm with a warm voice