The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

There is a wind blowing outside, but the interior is quiet. The decoration is very classical. A pair of red candles are burning, and the wax oil drips down like red tears, flowing down the candlesticks onto the wooden table. —The room is brightly illuminated.

The curtains were stacked, and the table was covered with all kinds of exquisite gemstones and gold hairpins. The owner didn't seem to cherish them very much, so they left them lying here and there.

It looked like a daughter's room. Marshal Shang once threw out his pile of hairpins, and Shang Xiaolou bought them back again.

No matter how much he throws away, he will not regret it, because he always keeps the hairpin that his brother gave him close to his body.

Shen Qingchuan was changed into a sky-blue robe embroidered with intricate and gorgeous folded branch patterns on the cuffs, reflecting his handsome face and black hair like crow feathers, like a handsome scholar walking out of a fan painting.

Shang Xiaolou, who was wearing a pink long gown with embroidered twig patterns on the skirt, was leaning over, holding a plum blossom wooden hairpin dipped in black powder, and gently tracing Shen Qingchuan's eyebrows with the tail of the hairpin.

Originally, his elder brother should draw his eyebrows for him, but it is a pity that his elder brother is drunk, but this is the best way, and he is obedient when he is drunk.

In ancient times, there was Zhang Chang's thrush, and now he is the thrush for his elder brother.I only wish to stay together forever, to be together all the time, just like the red candle that is integrated with the fire, and when the fire extinguishes, the candle will be turned into a candle, and it will be repeated in every life.

Thinking in this way, Shang Xiaolou laughed, his foggy eyes lit up instantly, his eyes traced the outline of Shen Qingchuan's face in detail, all the strong emotions in his eyes, turbulent with heat, exploded into a gorgeous spark, Love also has hate.

Shang Xiaolou wanted to lean down and kiss Shen Qingchuan, the chief culprit who made him fall into a desperate love-hate cage. Only destruction can break free, and the gap between his lips is only the thickness of a leaf.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, a night wind slammed in, and the two doors were pushed open suddenly, hitting the wall and making a sound.

The stacked curtains bulged, and the light yellow candles on the candlesticks trembled wildly, almost being snuffed out by the invisible night wind.

With a sound of "stabbing", the curtain was torn off by Marshal Shang's long arm, seeing this scene made him furious like a raging wave.

Shang Xiaolou leaned over to kiss a man, Shang Xiaolou's appearance was originally feminine, with long hair draped over the shoulders, hanging on both sides of his face, wearing an actor's pink attire, what is the difference between them and the actors outside who serve others in Israel.

If he came a few steps later, wouldn't this scoundrel want to be subdued by others? Once he fell into this unbearable conjecture, it would be like pouring a bucket of tar on the anger of Commander Shang, and the fire would become even more intense and raging , the blue veins on his thick neck popped up, and his face turned red with anger.

"You bastard!" Marshal Shang roared, his voice was like an angry black bear.

Marshal Shang stepped forward quickly, reaching out his hand to give Shang Xiaolou a slap in the face, so as to wake up this evil animal. If he was not half a hundred years old, if he didn't want to leave a seed for the old Shang's family, only Shang Xiaolou now A healthy son with all four limbs, he almost wished he could just kick Shang Xiaolou to death.

Shang Xiaolou's movements were faster, and he rolled down from the slump with a "gulu" sound, stood up, caught the palm thrown by Marshal Shang, stared at Marshal Shang with gloomy eyes like a pool of stagnant water, and did not give in at all.

The night wind tossed the curtain, and also made Shang Xiaolou's long hair fly back, like a wraith creeping out of a gloomy old house.

Thunder rumbled outside the window—a loud bang, lightning flashed—a white light, and the pea-sized rain rustled like a heavenly craftsman throwing a whole basket of soybeans.

The night wind was carrying the moisture from the rain, but it couldn't extinguish Dashuai Shang's anger. When he saw Shang Xiaolou's eyes, Dashuai Shang said angrily, "What kind of eyes do you have?"

"How could our Shang family raise a white-eyed wolf like you?"

"If I knew this, I shouldn't have brought you back in the first place, and let you and your mother die in Hualiu Alley. It would be better if you died."

"The bastard who crawled out of the whore's intestines, the bastard who is the same as you, playing with a whore is playing with a whore."

"If your mother hadn't seduced me in the theater back then, and I drank a few more glasses of wine, when I woke up, I should have shot her dead, and gave birth to you, an evil."

Marshal Shang yelled loudly, the sound of thunder and rain continued outside, and the rain leaked obliquely from under the eaves, like drops of broken threads. Seeing that Shang Xiaolou was unmoved, Marshal Shang turned to Shen Qingchuan who was lying on the bed, and crossed Shang Xiaolou wanted to drag Shen Qingchuan out.

Shang Xiaolou stepped forward to stop him, hiding his sleeves to the side behind him, with a faint silvery white light showing from the cuffs, he said with a gloomy face, "You can scold me, but you can't move a single finger of him."

The madness in Shang Xiaolou's eyes clearly told Marshal Shang that as long as he touches Shen Qingchuan with one finger, no one in this room will be able to get out alive.

Seeing that Shang Xiaolou was so contradictory and challenging his authority for a male actor, Shang Dashuai was so angry that he immediately took out his wooden warehouse, put it against Shang Xiaolou's eyebrows and said, "Why don't I just shoot you down?" Rebel."

When the adjutant arrived in a hurry, he ran into the stalemate between Dashuai Shang and Shang Xiaolou. He raised his hands and clapped his legs, his voice trembling, and said, "Oh, what are you guys doing, Marshal Shang? !"

The adjutant stepped forward, vaguely saw a person behind Shang Xiaolou, glanced at him, his eyes rolled secretly, walked up to Shang Xiaolou, and hurriedly said with a smile, "Young commander, why do you have to do it for an outsider? The commander-in-chief is making such a fuss, I can find any kind of person you want, beautiful, gentle, plump or thin."

"Shut up." Shang Xiaolou rolled his eyes at the adjutant and said.

The adjutant forced a smile, walked up to Marshal Shang, and persuaded him, "Marshal Shang, the young marshal can only be young, and young people are easy to act emotionally, so why make father and son turn against each other? After a few years, he will get to know each other." If you are interested, I will give you a few grandchildren."

"Calm down, calm down," the adjutant said.

The adjutant's words are sent to the heart of Marshal Shang. He is 55 years old this year, and he doesn't have many heirs. The group of women in his backyard have been there for six or seven years, and none of their stomachs have moved. He couldn't release one, and he had seen no fewer than 15 doctors. No matter how many medicines he gave, it was useless, so he gave up this thought, knowing that it would be difficult to have children in the future.

The eldest son was paralyzed in the lower half of his body again, and he was injured there. The foreign devil doctor said that only God can restore him to his original state and stand up again.

Now their old Shang's family only has one type, Shang Xiaolou, and they look forward to him continuing the incense. Who would have thought that this kid would directly fall in love with male actors, and even pretend to be a female Jiao'e.

If Shang Xiaolou was a woman, Grand Marshal Shang would definitely choose a competent person to join their old Shang family. He is confident that he will cultivate the next generation to be somewhat bloody and masculine.

After much deliberation, Marshal Shang finally withdrew the wooden warehouse and ordered the others to throw Shen Qingchuan out.

Shang Xiaolou shouted, "Who dares to touch him?"

Marshal Shang sneered and warned Shang Xiaolou with a sneer, turned his gun and pointed at Shen Qingchuan and said, "Believe it or not—the gun killed him. Hit my Marshal Shang's son and ate the guts of the king's leopard. I think he is alive." Tired."

Shang Xiaolou wanted to rush over, but the adjutant hurriedly stopped him with his arms around his waist, and persuaded him in a low voice, "Young commander, young commander, don't be impulsive, just step back, you are alright."

There was the sound of the rolling of the wheelchair, looking outside the door—look, Young Master Shang came here at some point.

"Young Master Shang, you are here." The adjutant said, more than respectful but not eager.

Young Master Shang nodded, but shook the hand on the handle of the wheelchair firmly.

Young Master Shang was tall and burly, and the adjutant's eyes shifted to his legs, but it was a pity that he was paralyzed.

"I didn't expect fourth brother's room to be so lively tonight." The servant came in with a wheelchair. Ever since Young Master Shang was paralyzed, he had changed his temperament, and with the injury, he said that his life was a little bit weird. Listen It makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Father, do you just let him go like this? Why don't you shoot him to death, because of his fourth brother's habit of distorting human relations." Young Master Shang said with a smile.

"Shut up." Marshal Shang doesn't know what his eldest son is thinking, but he doesn't see Shang Xiaolou being any better. If he didn't go to the fireworks restaurant, Shang Xiaolou wouldn't be sitting in the young marshal's position. He doesn't have to face this kind of disgusting kind.

Children are debts, and none of them are worry-free beasts.Dashuai Shang shook off - a word, turned around and left.

Marshal Shang broke into the rain curtain and let the rain fall on his gray hair. The servant held up an umbrella and hurriedly followed him, covering the head of Marshal Shang with the umbrella, but he was exposed Most of his body was outside the umbrella, and the servant's face was wet by the rain. He rushed over and said, "Commander, where is that man going to be thrown?"

The servant is a servant of the Shang Mansion, and he is not as courageous as the soldiers under Commander Shang, and seeing the scene where the father and son confronted each other, he couldn't make up his mind about the time, so he specifically asked the most powerful person in the mansion for instructions, so as not to commit a crime. Mistakes, there is always a reason to avoid anger.

"A whore, where did all these things come from? Just throw it into the moat." Marshal Shang said in a rough voice, the roar of thunder was too loud.

The servant nodded and said, "Yes, yes."

On the other side, only Young Master Shang, Shang Xiaolou and the adjutant were left in the room.

The night wind blew the curtains rattling, and the pungent and choking milky white candle smoke permeated the air. The atmosphere in the room was a little depressing, and the adjutant felt a little uncomfortable, but this was undoubtedly the best opportunity to win over the future heir of the Shang family. There are many opportunities to add insult to injury, but not many opportunities to give charcoal in a timely manner.

It's a pity that Young Master Shang is still here, so it's hard for him to say those words.

Young Master Shang didn't care what evil the adjutant was harboring at this moment, he patted the servant's hand and let him push forward to Shang Xiaolou.

The adjutant recognized the servant. He used to be from the courtyard of Shang Xiaolou, but now he belonged to Young Master Shang, because the person who complained in the hall and brought about the disaster tonight was that servant.

Young Master Shang glanced at the red candles that were almost burning on the table, and said sarcastically, "I didn't expect tonight to be fourth brother, your bridal chamber wedding night, it's a pity that Dad came too early, if you see If you lie under others, maybe your lover's life will be lost."

"Festival night in the bridal chamber, on such a festive day, it's time to add some red, don't you think?" Young Master Shang showed regret, he was a burly man, but he spoke in a strange way, and looked very awkward.

Shang Xiaolou bent over and leaned against Young Master Shang's ear, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Brother, is the plum blossom-flavored wine good?"

Young Master Shang suddenly raised his head, and said through gritted teeth, "You were the figure hiding behind the screen of Jinghong Tower that night?"

Master Shang was flirting with a woman that night, and there was no other person around, why not, of course that woman is his little mother.

After being attacked in the Jinghong Building, it caused him to become what he is now - a useless person.

If he hadn't been attacked and injured, he wouldn't have gone to the hospital, there wouldn't have been a medical accident, and he wouldn't have ruined his throne as a young marshal.

The wind blew away his long black hair, and Shang Xiaolou had a piercing smile on his face. He pressed Master Shang's hand with great force, and then said, "In the hospital, the medicine you used is also my medicine. It was changed, what a pity, the dose used by the doctor is too small, otherwise it will kill you, do you think you can still sit here and talk?"

"You..." Young Master Shang suppressed his anger, if he had a wooden warehouse on him, he would definitely send Shang Xiaolou a bullet.

Shang Xiaolou whispered like an evil ghost, and then said, "If I can mess with you the first time, I can mess with you the second time."

The author has something to say: AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhSeeing the little angel's message, the Glyph of Bensha was opened next door.Both will be updated daily.And thanks to the nutrient solution of the little angel, Arigado.

Dashuai Shang cried: I didn't expect that my wicked son... actually... has this habit

Boss Guan: Suggest strangling

Mr. Shen: Hey, I want to pick a good marriage for my third son

Boss Guan changed suddenly: Can you see me?

感谢在2021-02-0123:51:55~2021-02-0220:59:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Changjiang River Air Artesian outside the threshold;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!