After the gloomy cannon fodder was reborn

Xue House.

In winter, snow falls all over the courtyard, and the green bamboo forest is covered with a layer of white snow, which bends the branches.

When Xue Wanxi heard that Xue Fuguang had succeeded, she was really relieved.

Before Xue Fuguang moved to the palace, more than half of Xue's hidden guards were transferred to guard Xue Wanxi's side.

Xue Wanxi originally wanted to refuse, but seeing Xue Fuguang's determined eyes, he had no choice but to obey his wishes.

Gong Xuan stood by Xue Wanxi's side, and said in a low voice: "Princess, son? There is news that he will go back to the manor at night."

Xue Wanxi nodded: "Let the kitchen prepare meals. By the way, is there a letter from father and brother?"

Gong Xuan shook his head: "Your Majesty, I sent someone to deliver a letter a few days ago, and it should take some time before I get a reply."

As they talked, Xue Fuguang came back not long after.

There are too many people in the palace to be cleaned up. Even though Xue Fuguang is enthroned as emperor, he still goes out of the palace every night to return to Xue's mansion.

He acted ruthlessly and killed a lot of people in a few days, but no one dared to say anything desperately about such a trivial matter at this juncture.

The carriage rattled to a stop in front of the gate.

The concierge came to move the carriage away, and Xue Fuguang and Shao Jing entered the mansion.

There was a tired look on his face, no matter how smart his mind was, the things he had to deal with recently were too many, which made him a little lack of energy.

After entering Xue Wanxi's courtyard, the little servant lowered the thick door curtain, and the cold wind was cut off.

The room was burning with high-quality charcoal, and it was steaming. Mu Jianshu raised his hand to untie the cloak for him, and patted the few snowflakes that fell on his head.

Xue Wanxi raised his eyes, looked at Mu Jianshu's eyes, his mind turned, and he didn't say anything, but asked Xue Fuguang to sit down and eat.

In the kitchen, a medicinal chicken soup was stewed, and Xue Fuguang drank half a bowl to warm up his body before formally moving his chopsticks.

Xue's family didn't have many rules at the dinner table, and they didn't pay attention to eating and sleeping. Xue Wanxi used the serving chopsticks to hold two chopsticks for Xue Fuguang's food, and said softly: "Ah Ru, don't be too hasty. Take your time, you are green now."

Xue Fuguang showed a warm look, and said with a smile: "Sister, don't you have to worry? I have a sense of proportion."

After eating two dishes with chopsticks, he said: "By the way, the letters from father and elder brother have been sent back, and one is for you, sister. Shaojing, send the letter to the princess."

Xue Wanxi accepted the letter and did not open it in a hurry.

She held the chopsticks in her hand and said softly: "Father and eldest brother will come back at the end of the year?"

Xue Fuguang paused, and said slowly: "There is still more than a month to go before the end of the year, so I shouldn't be back." After he finished speaking, he added, "Sister, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay at home this year. I have to go to Yingchao."

Xue Wanxi lowered her head, her expression seemed to be predictable.

She slowly turned her head to look at Mu Jianshu: "Then, sister, can you ask Ah Ru a question? This Qu Wu is from Ying Dynasty? Well, Ah Ru has an unusual relationship with him, right?"

Standing behind Xue Fuguang, Mu Jianshu suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Xue Wanxi.

The heart was hanging up and tightly tied by a thin rope. As long as Xue Wanxi or Xue Fuguang said a word, it might be strangled into two pieces.

Especially, Xue Fuguang's words.

He couldn't see any strange look from Xue Wanxi's face. The Xue family seemed to know how to cover up their emotions so that outsiders couldn't detect them.

Whether it's Xue Fuguang, or Xue Wanxi, who has always been quiet.

So he shifted his gaze to Xue Fuguang, and landed on his side face.

You can clearly see his upturned nose, his thin lips that are turning white in the cold wind, and his chin with snowy hair.

Seeing that Xue Fuguang hooked the corners of his lips first, his voice suddenly became very soft, as if referring to his very precious heart? Love? Person?: "Yes."

The rope between Mu Jianshu's heart was suddenly loosened, and then a hot feeling appeared in his body.

Or maybe it was because there were too many charcoals burning in this room that he was so hot.

What is this?

Have you met Xue Fuguang's family?

Xue Fuguang frowned, and said in a low voice: "He is from Ying Dynasty? His real name is Mu Jianshu. My sister can call him by his real name in the future."

Xue Fuguang tilted his head, looking at the tall man with red ears? The smile on the corner of his mouth became even more pleasant.

When Mu Jianshu was under the bed, he would always shamelessly make him feel extremely cute, making his heart tickle and tease him.

However, since today is the first time for him to show up in front of Xue Wanxi, Xue Fuguang decided to be kind and not deliberately tease him.

He stood up and said in a low voice, "Take off your mask."

He raised his hand to touch the rope behind Mu Jianshu's head.

Mu Jianshu's body was as stiff as a rock, holding down Xue Fuguang's hand, he took off his mask to reveal his face.

He looked at Xue Wanxi, his voice froze like his expression, showing a trace of bewilderment and panic, like a child meeting a stranger for the first time: "Meet the princess."

After seeing his appearance clearly, Xue Wanxi squinted her eyes and praised: "You are very good-looking, besides Fu Guang, you are the second most handsome man I have ever seen." It is a good match.

Of course, you can't say this in front of so many servants.

They know each other well.

Mu Jianshu's ears turned even redder, as if they could smoke all the time.

Xue Wanxi pursed her lips and sighed: "Ah Ru, you know that you are here? Just do what you want, but you have to talk to your father and elder brother. Elder sister can't help you."

Prince Gong regards Xue Fuguang as his lifeline? Knowing that he has no intention of marrying a girl, but fell in love with a man?, he will definitely die of anger.

Not to mention, these two people? One can tell at a glance that Xue Fuguang must be the one below? Prince Gong is afraid that he will be angry at that time.

As for Xue Hongwen...is it possible? It's easier to say.

He and Mu Jianshu look so similar, maybe they also share the same temperament, and they can give up after a fight.

After all, how much Xue Hongwen dotes on Xue Fuguang, as long as Xue Fuguang is willing, he will do anything? Agree.

Rather than marrying a delicate girl and letting Xue Fuguang protect him, Xue Hongwen might be more willing to have multiple people protect Xue Fuguang.

Xue Wanxi counted the ordeals that Xue Fuguang would face in the future, and found that the problem didn't seem to be a big one, so he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and ordered someone to lay out another pair of bowls and chopsticks: " That being the case, Mr. Mu? Let's sit down and have a meal together."

Mu Jianshu was flattered, and sat down next to Xue Fuguang, always feeling like he was still awake in a dream.

In the past, he had to refrain from even looking at Xue Fuguang a few more times, but now that he can get Xue Fuguang is enough to make him ecstatic.

Just like what he did when he fell into the abyss of admiration for Xue Shizi? Looking at his worst plan, after meeting Xue Fuguang, he also prepared early and hid by his side, forever being a secret guard, Don't call anyone? Know their relationship.

But Xue Fuguang gave him more again and again.

In his lonely and cold life, there was originally an endless darkness.His eldest son became a ray of light that suddenly broke into it.

……

Xue Fuguang drank a little wine.

Drinking in winter, warming up the body and warding off the cold, can also add to the fun.

Xue Fuguang knows how to drink. When he used to hang out with those cronies outside the city and pretend to be a libertine, he always couldn't do without the occasion of drinking.

However, he was not allowed to drink too much at home because he was weak.Therefore, Xue Fuguang's drinking capacity is not very good.

The few glasses of wine he drank right now were not enough to make him drunk, he was a little tipsy.

My whole body is warm, wrapped in the heat.

He pressed Mu Jianshu and was wrapped in his arms like a baby, lest he get a little cold: "Are you happy, I let you meet my elder sister today."

Mu Jianshu's voice was full of restraint to the extreme, and he moved carefully, inserting one hand into Xue Fuguang's hair, and rubbing the back of his head gently: "Thank you, my son. Your kindness to my subordinates , the subordinate will use this life to pay back."

Xue Fuguang was made to frown, his breathing became a little short, and the drunkenness rose up and dissipated throughout his whole body. The heat in the small?small? Rubbing against Mu Jianshu's neck.

His voice was a bit soft, probably because he was drunk, with a mellow and intoxicating breath, which made Mu Jianshu's heart soft.

Xue Fuguang said: "What is your name? Don't you like to call me by my baby name? Don't think that I don't know. You secretly called me several times before? I didn't allow it. Mr. Mu, you are so brave to commit the crime. ?ah."

Mu Jianshu pressed the back of his head harder, kissed the sweat off his forehead, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Well, this subordinate is guilty."

He hugged the person in his arms? Turning over, the emerald bed curtain swayed uncontrollably.

Mu Jianshu pulled the quilt, covered Xue Fuguang tightly, and called out his heartfelt address: "Ah Ru."

Xue Fuguang raised his head, and bit Mu Jianshu's shoulder fiercely: "Just scream, don't go crazy." With a crying voice.

Mu Jianshu thought, how can he still control it?

The muscles on his shoulders bulged, staring at those golden flakes that looked like fine pieces of gold in the candlelight, and then swayed and splashed the splashed water.

Xue Fuguang was not confused by wine, but by Mu Jianshu.

Mu Jianshu was here? Before he could not hold on to closing his eyes, he leaned against his ear and asked, "My son? Since when did you know I called you Aru?"

Xue Fuguang was sleepy, tired, and still suffering. He just wanted to end this torture, and replied in a soft voice, "When my leg hurts, I knew it. I had a nightmare. When you woke me up, I heard it."

Mu Jianshu's eyes were full of tenderness, he hugged Xue Fuguang, and gently stroked the hideous scar on his knee with his palm.

"What nightmare did you have, can you tell me?"

He still remembered that at that time his eldest son cried so miserably in his dream, his face was full of pain.

He never wanted that look on Xue Fuguang's face again.

Xue Fuguang just wanted to sleep, and murmured in a low voice: "It's just a nightmare... Dreaming about what happened after the house was ransacked..."

His voice was very low, almost inaudible.

Mu Jianshu was stunned, and kissed his closed eyes with wet and warm steam: "I won't. I'm here, I won't."

He didn't know that Xue Fuguang just had such a nightmare, or there was something more to it.

Mu Jianshu didn't want to dig deeper, because he would always be by Xue Fuguang's side.

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