After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

After changing his clothes, he ran into Xiao Heng yawning as soon as he went out.

Shen Juncheng was a little surprised, "Didn't you go back to Yudu last night?"

Aunt Xiao and Uncle Xiao lived in Yudu. He thought that Xiao Heng would definitely return to Yudu as soon as the banquet was over last night.

Xiao Heng touched his nose and said, "No, I drank too much yesterday, and Yu is far away, so I came to Hou's mansion for a night."

"Yeah." He turned around. "Let's go to breakfast."

Xiao Heng followed, walked behind Shen Juncheng, looked around, and said, "Your home is really deserted."

In the huge Hou Mansion, there is not even a trace of fireworks.

Shen Juncheng smiled, deserted, maybe.

Xiao Heng also said this, and will not mention this topic in the future, instead, he will discuss the recent court situation with him.

I haven't come back for a few years, and the court has changed a lot.

The two chatted, and when they arrived at the front hall, Yueluo had just set up the meal and was about to go to invite the master, when he saw that the master had come over, and he saluted.

Shen Juncheng snorted, waved his hand, and sat down, but Xiao Heng glanced at Yueluo, his eyes a little erratic.

Yueluo was calm as always, and came over as usual to help the master prepare the dishes.

Shen Juncheng waved his hand and motioned for everyone to go down.

The moon turned around and retreated.

Xiao Heng looked at her calm back, and remembered that he drank too much last night, accidentally overstepped his distance, and felt a little resentful.

Then he picked up a bowl of hula la and drank a bowl of porridge before saying, "You maid, it's quite interesting."

Shen Juncheng raised his eyes and said directly: "Why, did you like it?"

Xiao Heng choked, put down the bowl and wanted to explain, but before he opened his mouth, Shen Juncheng added, "I won't point it to you if I like it."

Xiao Heng: "..."

He was aroused to be competitive, "Why, am I not worthy of a maid?"

Shen Juncheng drank the porridge gracefully, and said lightly, "Well, it's not worthy, you are too rough."

"Hey!" Xiao Heng is about to laugh, is he rough? There is nothing rough about a man in the army, he is very particular about it.

Xiao Heng was injured by a critical strike, and he was screaming for the whole breakfast time, and Xiao Heng's voice became quieter until Yueluo appeared to clean up the table again.

After the meal, Xiao Heng sat like an uncle, seemingly unintentionally saying, "I heard from the Ministry of Rites yesterday that it seems that Zhou Qing will come to worship after a while."

Zhou Qing lost, and there was no hope of recovering the country. He was sealed as the city owner of Chicheng, and he needed to come to Beijing to worship every three years.

Shen Juncheng's fingertips paused, if Zhou Qing really came, then, would she come?

Will she come?

Xiao Heng glanced at him and said, "Zhou Qing is despicable, you can also go back as despicable."

He was hinting that he could take An An back while he worshipped.

That fellow is insidious, really insidious, so why should they be gentlemen?

Shen Juncheng said nothing, he is not a gentleman, if possible, he can be even more despicable than Zhou Qing, but he is not willing to put despicableness on her.

If she still had him in her heart, he could have coerced Zhou Qing to return An An to him while Zhou Qing handed over the book.

I'm just afraid of her, I don't have him anymore in my heart...

He stared blankly at the flowing clouds in the sky, and remembered the night when Zhou Qing handed over the book, his proud brows, showing off everywhere.

He thought about killing Zhou Qing with one knife, but in fact he did the same.

However, when the knife touched the neck and was about to end, he was brutally repelled by Zhou Qing's last words, "If you kill me, An Anke will be widowed."

"You don't know yet, she's already married to me, but I'm just afraid that you will be distracted on the battlefield when you hear that you're being hit."

"Hehe, did you think she would wait for you when she heard that she was still worried about you?"

"Don't be silly, she still feels a little guilty towards you. Besides, she doesn't love you anymore. She is very happy with me now. What you can give her, I can do it, even more than you!"

In an instant, the sword in Shen Juncheng's hand fell, and he stepped back a few steps unsteadily.

The figure of them hugging that winter came to mind again. In those few months, this image repeatedly tormented him like a nightmare, eating away at his heart.

He felt that his body was riddled with holes, and nowhere was pain-free.

Seeing him in pain, Zhou Qing became more and more excited. If he failed on the battlefield, then he would win emotionally, and he became more and more wanton.

"You know, she has always been special to me. After all, we have known each other since we were young, and we had private appointments."

"Besides, she loves me very much now, and she will tell me carefully before every expedition. Have you heard her voice, do you know how gentle it is, have you seen her Chenghuan look, know a lot... poof..."

Zhou Qing didn't say the rest of the words, and a sharp blade stabbed him in the waist.

The blood was dripping, reflecting his bloodthirsty eyes, which was horrifying.

But Zhou Qing didn't have any fear at all, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he still smiled and said, "It's broken, she will feel distressed when she goes back."

"Last time I went out, I was injured by an arrow, but it made her cry for a long time..."

In a word, Shen Juncheng finally pulled out the dagger and did not stab a second time.

He didn't want to let her cry anymore, not for him.

Seeing that he was compromising with his anger again, Zhou Qing suddenly felt very happy, clutching his stomach and laughing.

As long as I'm here, I'll never let you get it!

With his breathing, the blood kept pouring and pouring, staining his tent dirty. Shen Juncheng closed his eyes and kicked him out.

The tent was quiet, but how should his heart be placed...

All his thoughts and impulses were crushed by Zhou Qing's words again.

Seeing that Brother Shen fell into silence again, as if he was nesting in a tent when he was not fighting, Xiao Heng stopped talking about it and planned to go back to see Uncle Xiao and Aunt Xiao. As soon as he got up, he heard the excitement in the courtyard .

He excitedly said, "Brother Shen, uncle and aunt are here!"

Yesterday it was the emperor who took care of him, and today it is the family of the princess's grandmother, Uncle Xiao and Aunt Xiao and the others.

And green smoke, phantom...

In an instant, looking at the crowded, lively, deserted yard, there was finally a hint of fireworks.

When Xiao Heng saw his uncle and aunt, he immediately walked over excitedly.

Aunt Xiao's eyes were slightly red, and she looked at her nephew, who was getting bigger and bigger.

Xiao Heng's face darkened.

Several elders present were amused by Xiao Heng.

Shen Juncheng also came out, the laughter in the yard diluted his melancholy thoughts, watching Xiao Heng being disliked, and finally promised generously, it's okay, if Xiao Heng really doesn't want anyone, he will reluctantly point him to one. marriage.

Xiao Heng paused, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, brother, I'll wait for your marriage."

Shen Juncheng smiled without saying a word, and welcomed the princess' grandmother into the Chaoyang Hall.

We haven't seen each other for four years, and everyone has changed more or less.

The princess's grandmother whitened her temples, and her face became more kind.

Yanfang became a mother and became mature and dignified. Cuiyan and Phantom run several shops, living a simple and warm life.

Cui Yan was also pregnant, Phantom resigned as the leader, and cultivated the next generation.

Mao Ming also became steady, with the composure of being a father.

Of course, after ignoring his drunkenness, he hugged Shen Juncheng while crying, and said Senior Brother, I miss you, such disgusting words.

It literally made the table laugh.

The liveliness spread, filling every corner of the house.

This reception feast ended when the night filled the air again.