Why does King Zhenbei always bully me?

Su Songyun's pupils shrank slightly, and he took a half step back.From Su Qinghe's seemingly sloppy attitude, he smelled a murderous aura that seemed to be absent.Not from the knife in his hand, but from his 'naive' just now.

Su Songyun knew that even though he was his father, he hadn't fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, not to mention insulting her mother, it almost killed him.But he was still young at that time, so he probably didn't remember these things, and now he probably remembers the matter of sending him into the palace to be a child prostitute.

"Qinghe, being a father, I should be sorry for you. But you feel your conscience and say, if your father hadn't sent you to the palace, how could you be in the high position you are now?"

Su Qinghe frowned, and Su Songyun continued: "I will put you back into the family tree when I go back for my father. We are always a family, so we can't do it like this."

Su Xianqi nodded aside, "Third brother, father is right."

Su Qinghe stood up and exhaled slowly, "One last time, where is my mother!"

Su Songyun was taken aback, and said involuntarily, "In Cangqing, I heard that she got married again, so you must still look for her."

Su Qinghe didn't speak, straightened his clothes and went out.Seeing this, Su Songyun couldn't hold back and shouted: "Why don't you let me and your elder brother out!"

"You have committed the crime of spreading rumors. The next crime is enough for you to suffer. Now you came to the door by yourself. I want to reverse the case. Six years ago, the Wang family caught fire and none of the five members of the family survived. Su Songyun, should you gone."

Su Qinghe left Zhao Prison and sent people to investigate for a few days, and finally found a woman named Aunt Xiang in a village not far from Cangqing City.With her husband, she makes a living by selling tofu. They have a son and a daughter. The eldest son is seven years old and the youngest daughter is five years old.

When Su Qinghe stepped into the yard, the husband and wife were cleaning the stone mill, and their son and daughter were lying on the wooden table not far away, studying hard.

Su Qinghe paused, his impression of his mother became more and more blurred, and he couldn't recognize the woman at all when he saw it. If he hadn't heard that they were selling Huaiyang specialty tofu, Su Qinghe would have thought Jinyiwei The wrong person was found.

"Aniang, someone is here to buy tofu."

The little girl who was still seriously studying with her brother just now ran up to Su Qinghe, stared at him with her head up, and said in a milky voice, "Brother, you are so beautiful."

Su Qinghe shifted his gaze to her, and squatted down to look at the little girl carefully. The more he looked, the more he felt that the little girl's mouth resembled his own.

The couple over there came over while wiping their hands. Seeing that Su Qinghe was wearing a strict official uniform, they said respectfully: "My lord, I'm really sorry. Today's tofu is sold out. I'm afraid you have to come tomorrow."

Su Qinghe stood up in a daze for a moment, and now he only looked at the woman's mouth, as if it was the same as his, Jin Yiwei probably didn't find the wrong person.

"I'm not here to buy tofu. I feel thirsty and want to ask for a glass of water when I pass by here."

The woman looked plainly dressed, with traces of time on her face, even so, she could still see her youthful splendor.She smiled and turned around to go to the room to fetch water for Su Qinghe, came out after a while, took a porcelain bowl and handed it to him: "I don't know if your lord has had dinner at this time, it happens that we are going to have dinner, if you don't mind, sit down We ate together."

Before Su Qinghe could speak, the little girl beside him took Su Qinghe's hand and shook it, "Brother, stay and eat together, mother's cooking is delicious."

Su Qinghe didn't refuse later, he sat on the small square table, sitting alone on one side, he didn't talk much and looked quite quiet, he didn't eat much, and hardly took any food.The woman held a few chopsticks for him from time to time, and said, "My lord is too thin, eat more."

Su Qinghe paused for a while holding the chopsticks, couldn't help but glance at the woman, put down the bowl after eating, said he had something to do, got up and left.

He couldn't stay for a moment longer, the tears in his eyes could no longer be held back, he bit his lip and shed tears silently while walking out quickly.That person is her mother, and now he has nothing to do with this person.

The woman saw the man go out and put down the bowls and chopsticks and followed him, but she only stopped at the gate of the courtyard, watching the figure of the man walking away slowly.The little girl came out with the bowl, she tugged at the corner of the woman's clothes, "Mother, why are you crying?"

"Nianhe go in and have dinner with Nianqing, and I'll talk to your mother for a while."

As soon as the little girl left, the woman couldn't hold back anymore, and covered her face and burst into tears.The man has discovered that she is wrong since just now, and now he understands.The person just now must have been the person she ignored dissuasion five years ago, and came to Cangqing City to guard silently even if she couldn't eat.

"He's gone far away, don't be sad, if we miss him, let's go to the street of Su Mansion to set up a stall to sell tofu, we can always see him."

The woman choked with sobs and said, "I'm sorry for Chen'er, he lived too hard in the past... Now he still has to bear this name for me for no reason..."

A few days ago, she heard the rumors on the street that Su Songyun had found Cangqing.I thought that Su Qinghe would come, but I didn't think so soon.

But she can't be Su Qinghe's burden, even if she is desperate, it's better not to recognize her.

Huo Chiyuan had just returned from the southern country after a long journey that day, when he entered the mansion, he saw someone he hadn't seen in half a month standing under a tree.

The red flying fish suit floats with the wind, and the ink-colored embroidered spring knife hangs on the side of the hand.Su Qinghe slightly raised his head to look at the yellow flowers on the osmanthus tree, his face was pale, thin and lonely.

Huo Chiyuan walked over slowly and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, resting his chin on his neck: "When did Madam come?"

Su Qinghe turned around and looked up at him, the smile faded from the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Not long after," he threw the knife in his hand, wrapped his arms around Huo Chiyuan's neck, climbed into Huo Chiyuan's arms, and buried his head in Huo Chiyuan's arms, unwilling to stand by himself.

Huo Chiyuan held him firmly and asked, "Why don't you go into the house?"

"There is no you in the house"

Huo Chiyuan smiled and said, "I'm here?"

"I can wait for you here."

Huo Chiyuan's heart was low and soft, and he led him to the bedroom, "I don't want to walk by myself after only a few days, little slob."

Su Qinghe snorted, rubbing his chin against his neck, "I just want you to hug me."

"The people below you, do you know that Mr. Su, who is decisive in killing and attacking, likes to lie in the arms of others and act like a baby?"

Su Qinghe felt angry with him, and said: "I don't know about them, but Rong Ji does."

"Su Yuchen, say it again!" Huo Chiyuan's complexion changed, and he squeezed his hip more or less heavily.

Su Qing reached his goal and stopped being angry with him, and said softly: "A Yuan, hurry up, I miss you."

"Little thing, are you here to go whoring at my house?" Huo Chiyuan tightened his embrace.

"What you said is wrong." Su Qinghe analyzed: "It is clear that I sent you to prostitute. What if you don't want it?"

"Yes, why not." Huo Chiyuan was laughed at by him, opened the door and went straight to the master bedroom, Su Qinghe stopped the man who came up and said: "I haven't had a good bath after running around for a few days, Yuanzhen, let's go together?"