Concubine Yao

Chapter 71 Fortunately, she still has a good son!
Apart from her identity as the genuine general's wife, she actually has nothing left.

The name Luo Xinglan was taboo in the General's Mansion, and no one dared to mention it, but Leng Xiangyu murmured it today.

Lan Honggu, the maid beside her, couldn't help but said, "Ma'am, why bother to compare yourself to such a woman? That Luo Xinglan can't even compare to Madam's little finger in Master's mind!"

Leng Xiangyu sneered: "What do you know? That woman has an extraordinary status in his heart! Have you seen the aunts he has adopted over the years? They all have her shadow! Some have similar eyebrows and eyes, and some have similar mouths. Like, there is another one that is even more funny, but the name is a bit similar! He also took it home like a baby! That Aunt Zhou just has a pair of eyes and dimples that resemble her, so he let him dote on her for two years!"

Luo Xinglan has passed away for nearly ten years, and the maids and maids in the general's mansion have been changed over and over again. No one knows about the public case back then, and even most of them don't know Luo Xinglan's appearance at all. .

Although Lan Honggu was Leng Xiangyu's confidant, she had only been in the General's Mansion for five or six years, and she didn't know that these aunts in the General's Mansion had such a background, so she was stunned for a while.

Leng Xiangyu also seemed to realize the slip of the tongue, sighed, stopped talking, and simply changed the subject: "Is there any news about the second young master?"

Aunt Lan Hong hurriedly said: "Madam, don't worry, I just got news from the outer house that the second young master will be able to rush home in the day after tomorrow."

Leng Xiangyu breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered: "Then you quickly clean up the second young master's room and clean it well. He is naturally clean, and he can't sleep if there is a trace of dust in the room..."

"Madam, don't worry, the servants have already prepared, and the second young master's room is cleaned every day by a special person. There will be nothing wrong with it."

Leng Xiangyu breathed a sigh of relief, luckily she still has a good son!

Her son is her backbone, and she is also the only child of the Gu family. As long as she has a son, her position in the general's mansion will be stable. As for the other foxy sons, they will only have three or two years of influence, and there will be no danger!
Thinking of this, she temporarily let go of all the unhappiness in her heart, and ordered people to take care of her son's return.

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Gu Xietian didn't stay at Aunt Zhou's place tonight, and he only had a meal at her place. During the dinner, he was distracted frequently, and he didn't even hear what Aunt Zhou said softly to him.

After the meal, he came out again, without anyone following him, and wandered into a small courtyard without knowing it.

The small courtyard is not big, and the location is remote. There is a large copper lock on the courtyard door. The lock is already rusty, and the door is also covered with a thick layer of dust. It is obvious that no one has been here for a long, long time. .

Gu Xietian stared blankly in front of the door for a moment, finally gritted his teeth, raised his hand and broke the lock, pushed the door and walked in.

The small courtyard is even more desolate, the luxuriant grass is as tall as a person, and the small buildings in the courtyard are also dilapidated, so desolate.

Gu Xietian stood in the courtyard for a while, raised his hand and pushed open the dilapidated door, and walked in slowly.

The furnishings in Baosha were originally simple, and after so many years no one cleaned them up, all the furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust.

There is a wooden bed in the back room, and the wooden bed is covered with a thin quilt whose color can no longer be seen clearly.

Regardless of the dirt, Gu Xietian sat down slowly by the bed, stretched out his hand to touch the thin quilt, and slid his fingers over the quilt inch by inch. Dust rose up with his movements, and the air was a bit choking. He didn't seem to realize it, but in the end he simply hugged the quilt in his arms and buried his face in the quilt, as if he was smelling the scent of someone left inside.

But nearly ten years have passed, even the quilt that that person once covered will not leave any residue, and what he smells is just a strong musty smell.

"Ah Xing..." He held the quilt tightly with his fingers, his knuckles were a little white: "I came to see you. After so many years, you...do you regret it?"

(End of this chapter)