Value peace

Chapter 219

Qi Maosheng looked down at the sauce-colored soup in the white bone china soup, and felt his throat was tight, and he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.It's as if drinking this sip is like a kind of acquiescence, acquiescing to everything that happened today; like an acknowledgment, acknowledging that the previous efforts were in vain...

So where is hangover soup, it is a cup of bitter tea that failed!

The bitterness of being with Ye Zisu seemed to return to his heart little by little, and the violent maniac in the past seemed to wake up in his body little by little...

His gaze was like an eagle, bit by bit, moving sharply away from the spoon, and stopped on the foggy eyes...

After getting through the days with Ye Zisu, didn't you get Gu Xiyan... That girl who talked nonsense just to make him happy, that girl who gave him warmth when he was the coldest... What? One day, he suddenly turned into a distraught little woman?He never believed that in this world, there were hurdles that Qi Maosheng could not overcome... Even if he dragged, he had to drag Xiyan to the direction he wanted, even if he dragged, he had to drag Xiyan to the place he wanted ...

Qi Maosheng calmed down slowly.

He sat up straight.

Zhenniang showed a gentle and pleasant smile, and shyly called "Master".

If it was Xiyan, seeing him impatiently drinking some hangover soup, she would stare wide-eyed and stuff the spoon into his mouth, or raise her eyebrows, look at him playfully blinking her eyes, and then stare at him. A mouthful of honey-colored juice flowed into his mouth...

Qi Maosheng couldn't help showing a gentle smile.

Thinking of this, his whole body trembled.

"You said, Madam cooked this hangover soup herself?" Qi Maosheng's eyes lightly fell on the spoon, "Which Madam cooked it?"

Is it because Gu Shi disagrees?
The thought flashed by, Zhenniang smiled and said: "Of course the young lady cooked it!"

"Young Madam cooked it..." Qi Maosheng's low tone contained a gloomyness that Zhenniang didn't understand, and his originally cold eyes suddenly became as bright as the sun at noon in June.

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Siping squatted under the window lattice of the room with a dull expression.

Young Madam, just like the pear trees in the pear orchard, just looking at them can make people feel warm in their hearts... Now, but... wanting to send a woman to her husband with her own hands, I don't know how sad it is...

Thinking of this, he stood up a little annoyed.

Suddenly, the figures of two women appeared in the woods that were whistling by the north wind.

Siping raised his feet with a sound of "Oh".

Could it be that I misunderstood it!
Why is it like that...

He hurried over.

It's really a young lady. In the cold weather, she is only wearing a thin jacket, and her eyes are still red...

He couldn't help but stared at Duan Yingluo fiercely, and then turned his smiling face to meet Gu Xiyan: "Young Madam, would you like to sit in the warm pavilion in front... I'll help you find out..."

A faint smile appeared on Gu Xiyan's face, she stared at Siping and said, "No need..."

With that said, he straightened his back and walked towards the main room.

Siping was slightly taken aback by the smile exuding a slight sense of sadness, and when he came back to his senses, Gu Xiyan had already stepped onto the steps of the main house.

Madam... what is this for...

His gut told him something was wrong.

Siping rushed over in a hurry, and walked around in front of Gu Xiyan to block her: "Young madam, young madam..."

He coughed and murmured softly, afraid of alarming the people in the room, afraid of not being able to stop Gu Xiyan, afraid that she would be sad when she saw it...

Gu Xiyan turned her head and looked at Siping coldly.

His cold gaze was filled with unstoppable determination.

In that look, Siping even cringed down.

Gu Xiyan walked around the dumbfounded Siping, and gently pushed open the door.

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Xiyan, did you cook it?

That Xiyan who always justified her laziness...every time he drank wine, he poured it with honey water casually and said that it was an exclusive secret recipe. Xiyan coaxed him to drink it. Hangover soup... Instead of sending a close-fitting maid, a widow from a wealthy family is sent... Someone who will definitely be given a name if she gets involved... Xi Yan, are you forcing him to make a choice?
Qi Maosheng was thinking in a daze, and couldn't help asking again: "Did the young lady cook it herself?"

In Qi Hao's voice, there was an emotion that puzzled Zhenniang.

But at this moment, she didn't have time to think about it carefully, she nodded hurriedly, and said: "Yes, the young lady cooked it herself..."

Before Zhenniang finished speaking, Qi Maosheng kicked her on the body: "You lowly maid..."

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The room was dark, with no lights on, only the warm light overflowing from the cracks in the doron curtain.

Gu Xiyan paused, took a breath, and was about to step forward, when she heard a woman's painful "Oops" from the room, accompanied by the sound of broken porcelain.

She was startled, and exchanged a look with Duan Yingluo behind her.

Before she could turn around, Gu Xiyan heard Qi Maosheng's characteristic deep voice: "Young Madam cooked it herself...well, Young Madam cooked it herself..." It was a tone that Gu Xiyan was not familiar with, cold, hard, Violence... It even makes people feel faintly murderous.

"Really, the young lady cooked it herself..." Zhenniang lay softly on the ground, only feeling hot liquid flowing out of her mouth, full of pungent fishy smell.

That kick was merciless.

The body was thrown into the air and landed on the grand teacher's chair beside it, making a dull sound.

My whole body hurts, and I can't move... I don't know where I got hurt!
But she already understood in her heart that she must have made a mistake somewhere, so Qi Hao discovered the flaw... But at this time, she couldn't admit it no matter what, she had to admit it to the end and let Qi Hao doubt his guess...

Looking at Zhenniang's ashen complexion and seeing the glint of obscurity in her eyes, Qi Maosheng has never been like this before, thanks to Gu Xiyan for those messy bad habits.

Xiyan is very good at cooking, but she doesn't like to cook... She said that it would smother her beauty... Those so-called dishes made by herself, she stood outside the kitchen, dictated, and then The cook did it according to her instructions... Xi Yan, since marrying him, she has never cooked...

Thinking of this, Qi Maosheng suddenly hated him.

If you hate yourself, why do you love her so much; if you hate Xiyan, why do you abandon him like a trash...

He swept the kang beside him to the ground with a wave of his hand, and shouted "Siping" angrily.

Siping, who had just stepped into the threshold, heard the shout, and felt as if he heard the sound of Lun.

At least, don't let yourself face the young lady's sorrow...

He trotted into the ear room.

As soon as he opened the curtain, he saw Zhenniang lying softly on the ground.

Blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth, she raised her head with difficulty, and looked at Qi Maosheng with sadness and expectation in her eyes.

Siping was taken aback.

Based on his many years of experience in life and death by Qi Maosheng's side and Qi Maosheng's understanding, Zhenniang seems to be seriously injured...

But this, which one is sung!

Siping's forehead immediately burst into cold sweat.

Over there, when Qi Maosheng saw Siping's dumbfounded bear, his heart had just extinguished some fire, and it immediately burned up.

Hongluan, Siping... one, two people, all of them are like this, with a look of shrinking... Could it be that Madam Wei really said that sometimes, I just can't get used to it...

"You called Gu Xiyan to me..." Qi Maosheng's voice contained anger, "Say I'm drunk, let her come and serve me..."

Standing on the edge of the kang, Siping yelled "Master" hesitantly.

Is the young lady standing outside the curtain?
If the master loses his temper so recklessly, if the young lady gets annoyed, the master will blame himself for not being smart again... Well, what should he say about it!
Siping's hesitation, in Qi Maosheng's eyes, became another expression.

Is it because I don't have a husband for a long time, so no one dares to call Gu Xiyan on this snowy night?
He raised his leg and kicked Siping's body: "Go and call someone... What are you afraid of, um, what are you afraid of? Gu Xiyan, don't move your knees when you sit, shake your skirt, what did she do?" Don’t laugh loudly if you’re happy, don’t shout loudly when you’re angry, which one does she follow? Make shoes into socks, or embroider velvet with thread, which one will she know? Gradually lowered, and faintly choked...

Even so, he only had joy in his heart, and when he didn't complain...

Qi Maosheng sank down on the bed, and murmured in a low voice: "I'm not feeling well, I'm not feeling well, call Xiyan here... call her here..."

Siping raised his head and saw Qi Maosheng with his eyes closed. Under the dim light, there was something glittering and translucent in the corner of his eyes.

Could it be... tears?
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Gu Xiyan tightly held Duan Yingluo's hand, and bit her lip hard.

When Siping lifted the curtain, she saw Zhenniang lying softly at the door.

She was neatly dressed, her face was pale, and she was clutching her chest in pain. The blood at the corner of her mouth, dripping, gathered into a black stain on the blue tiles.

Gu Xiyan's complexion, like Zhenniang's, became pale.

Maosheng, in those blustery accusations, there was a deep grief that couldn't dissipate, and even those suppressed sobs pierced her heart like needles.

It turned out that in the face of the real situation, I had never walked out of the shadow of that low self-esteem and cowardly little girl.

Is it necessary for things to come to this point before you know how wrong you are and how ridiculous you are doing.

Because the end of life is death, I chose not to breathe early on, because I knew how much pain no child would bring to the married life of the two, so I chose to give up early... Turning a blind eye to Maosheng's efforts, and paying attention to Maosheng He turned a deaf ear to the sadness and sadness of his life, made the ground a prison, and self-righteously felt sorry for himself, forcing him to walk towards his restricted area every day, pushing him a little closer to his bottom line, but still secretly rejoicing that this was his choice , This is his renunciation, this is his betrayal, I just obeyed helplessly... In fact, she was just pushing all the reasons for her sadness to Maosheng...

Tears flowed silently from Gu Xiyan's eyes.

The brave and fearless Maosheng, the confident and resolute Maosheng, the calm Maosheng, was tortured by his own selfishness and despicableness, and even lost his dignity...but he still tried to keep him, but he was still unwilling to give up.

That is the Maosheng that she is not willing to hurt even a hair, that is the Maosheng that makes her feel sweet when she thinks of it, that is the Maosheng that makes her smile when she sees it... how can I say that I like... myself , is the one who hates the most, is the most cowardly person, is the one who hurt him the most...

(thank you all!)
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