The days of being in love with facial paralysis

Although he thought the dream was absurd, Meng Que was still sweating coldly, soaking his underwear.This scare made him unable to fall asleep again.He turned over, only to find that the seat beside him was empty.

It's so late, where did He Lan go?

Meng Que opened his eyes wide, it was getting dark outside.Meng Que tossed and turned on the wide bed, unable to fall asleep.Meng Que thought that He Lan had gone out to pay respects, but after a while, there was still no sign of anyone.

That dream did cast a shadow on him, and he always felt stuffy in his heart and very irritable in his chest.Coupled with He Lan's sudden disappearance, he felt even more uneasy.He put on his clothes and got off the bed, then turned around and walked out.

As soon as he opened the door, a black figure appeared there.That black figure was shorter than He Lan, and much thinner, so he couldn't be He Lan at first glance.

"My lord, where are you going?" The young man's voice was Qingzhu.

Meng Que retracted his outstretched foot, closed the door, and lay down on the bed again.Literati are noble and don't like to observe words and expressions, but this does not mean that Meng Que is stupid.Meng Que vaguely felt that after dying and coming back to life, something seemed to be different.

At that moment, something even more absurd than that dream flashed through his mind.

Qingzhu appeared there suddenly, like a shadow accompanying him, not like serving him, but watching him.

Is He Lan's feelings for him really as he thought?

Meng Que suddenly had panic in his heart, if what he believed in for a long time collapsed...

Meng Que clenched his teeth subconsciously. It's impossible. It's been eight years. He should know He Lan's character very well. How could such a cold and casual person hide for eight years, only to trick himself into thinking that he likes him?What good does it do him for himself?

Meng Que quickly retracted those strange thoughts, and his thoughts turned to another matter.

In the last life, who killed him?Although life is boring, he doesn't like to die unexpectedly.

Like many depressed literati, after marrying He Lan, Meng Que's life was very monotonous. He only wrote poems and calligraphy every day, and occasionally participated in a few poetry meetings. What enemies.And He Lan has been an official for ten years, and has many enemies. The biggest possibility is that those people couldn't kill He Lan, so they killed him.

Who can break through the heavy guards in the prime minister's mansion, rush into the master's room, and kill him effortlessly?

Thinking of his life being in the hands of others, Meng Que felt very uncomfortable.In this life, he can no longer die so uselessly.He closed his eyes, thinking back to the moment when the sword pierced his chest...

The man deliberately hid his figure, but he remembered the pattern on the sword...

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, then quickly closed, and then suddenly a person lay behind him, everything happened in an instant.If it wasn't for Meng Que's high level of sobriety, he would never have known that the person lying beside him had ever left.

Meng Que subconsciously kept himself in a sleeping posture, and only when he heard the sound of steady breathing behind him did Meng Que relax.Sometimes, once doubt is planted, it will gradually take root and sprout.

But Meng Que didn't realize it at that time.

The next day, when Meng Que opened his eyes, he met a pair of black eyes.Those eyes were cold with a dim light, as if they wanted to suck him in.

He Lan suddenly came up and kissed Meng Que on the eyes.Gentle and tender, after the kiss, she was like a child who did something wrong, waiting for Meng Que's scolding.

This year, He Lan happened to be weak, but he still maintained some childish movements in front of him.In his previous life, perhaps it was because of He Lan's persistence and this side that was different from outsiders that moved him, so that he never thought of leaving.

When the hostility in those jet-black eyes disappeared and there was some caution, how could Meng Que have the power to resist?Meng Que smiled.He had a handsome appearance, and the elegance was revealed from his bones. The breeze was not coming, but it seemed to exude a fragrance.Especially when he smiled, he was really elegant like a gentleman in a flower, and the smile made He Lan's eyes darker.

Naturally, Meng Que could understand his eyes, so he quickly suppressed his smile, got up from the bed, and changed into clean clothes under the service of his servants. Meng Que was wearing blue clothes, and his black hair was tied with a jade crown. Standing up, revealing a smooth forehead and fair face, the whole person is like walking out of a painting.

When Meng Que turned his head again, He Lan was already dressed.Today's He Lan is a little different. He didn't wear his iconic black clothes, but changed into an indigo robe with a darker belt. With a smile, maybe he and Zhao Jin can become the "Three Young Masters of Kyoto".

Seeing Meng Que looking at her, He Lan's eyes flickered, and he seemed a little shy.

"I'm going to see my father-in-law today."

Meng Que's heart was burned by what he said, and his face was also red.

The two had breakfast together, and the waiters withdrew.The breakfast at this table was prepared according to the preferences of Meng Que and He Lan. It was small but refined and had a wide variety.

Meng Que had just picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth. Before he could finish his mouth, something soft suddenly touched his lips. The next moment, the shrimp dumpling fell into He Lan's mouth.He Lan chewed slowly, but with a triumphant expression on his face.

Meng Que thought that he had lived a new life. According to the time he had lived, he had already lived for 26 years, while He Lan had lived for exactly 20 years, which is a full six years less than him. Now He Lan is a treasure to him. Son, thinking of this, he accepted such He Lan.

After breakfast, the two of them took a car together, and with a convoy full of gifts, they set off towards Boyanghou's mansion in a mighty way.

The old butler of Boyanghou's Mansion waited there early, and when he saw the convoy approaching, he quickly went up to greet him, and then bowed deeply to the front carriage: "Master, Master He, welcome you both. "

The old housekeeper raised his head, and the first person who came out was a condensed face, obviously not his young master, but the one who married the young master, but this face was really scary.

The old butler felt that he couldn't hold his head up.

After Meng Que came out, the old housekeeper raised his head: "Master."

"What about him?" Meng Que asked.

The old housekeeper naturally knew that Meng Que's 'he' was referring to Boyanghou, the master of the Houfu.The young master and the master have never been close. Today is the day for the young master to 'return home', and the master should have been waiting inside.But the master probably felt unhappy after he accidentally married his only son to a man, so he wanted to quickly create another son, so he went...

"He's in Xiuchunyuan?" Meng Que asked.

Xiuchun Courtyard is a gentle town built by Boyang Hou for himself, and there are four beauties in Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

After so many years, Meng Que should have gotten used to it a long time ago, but he still couldn't help but feel sad for his mother.

"Young master go to the main hall to rest first, and this old slave immediately calls for the master." The old housekeeper said hastily.

"I'll go see him." After Meng Que finished speaking, he walked towards Xiuchun Courtyard, He Lan followed behind him.

Meng Que walked into a luxurious courtyard, and finally stopped in front of a house. There was a sound of 'babbling' in the room. Meng Que reached out to push the door open, but the door opened from the inside.

A face appeared at the door, looking at Meng Que.That face did not resemble Meng Que's, and the only thing that could show the relationship was the similar lips.

Marquis Boyang was nearly forty, with a few strands of white hair mixed with black hair, fine lines on his face, his brows and eyes were still tough, but his facial features had been vicissitudes.

Apart from Bo Yanghou, there was no one else in the house.Meng Que's face looked better, but upon smelling the strong smell of alcohol, Meng Que frowned again.

Bo Yanghou stood there, staring blankly at Meng Que, then suddenly stepped in front of Meng Que, and hugged him into his arms with a bear hug.

"Fuguo, is it you who came back? Fuguo, our Que'er has grown up, and the Taoist said that our Que'er can't live to be ten years old. Fuguo, it's because I married Que'er, so you come to kill her!" Me?" Boyanghou said upside down, wiping all his tears and snot on Meng Que's spotless clothes.

Meng Que showed disgust on his face, but he didn't push him away.

Fu Guo, if he remembered correctly, it was his mother's boudoir name.