The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 228 Coquetry (one more)

When the old marquis copied the military book to the point of death, he saw Xuanping Marquis stand up, flick his sleeves, and go out leisurely!

The old man: "..."

Marquis Xuanping walked out of the palace lightly, called Chang Jing, and got on the carriage to Guozijian.

Due to the approach of the palace exam, the Imperial College has more courses recently, and Xiao Liulang often ends school when it is dark.

The time is right, neither too soon nor too late.

Marquis Xuanping waited for a full hour outside the Imperial Prison before arriving at Xiao Liulang.

The uniform of the Guozijian is white on a white background and with blue borders. The cuffs are wide, the cuffs, the front of the shirt, and the waistline are all trimmed with indigo silk cloth.

Such a prison uniform can look good as long as it is not ugly. However, among the large white-clothed Guozi prison students, there is a figure with a cane that is particularly conspicuous.

He is tall, slender, with a jade-like face, and the lights of the thousands of houses are behind him, reflecting the clean and pure good color of a young man, but the steps with a cane have destroyed this beauty.

Marquis Xuanping's eyes fell on his lame leg, and his handsome eyebrows were frowning.

But it was only for a moment, and he got off the carriage as usual.

His carriage did not stop at the gate of Guozijian, but under the big tree beside it.

Xiao Liulang was walking, when suddenly a tall figure flashed behind the tree, blocking his way.

He stopped and looked at each other lightly.

The boy's stature is already the height of an adult man. This look is no longer looking up, but almost flat, but he is much thinner, while Xuanping Hou has been practicing martial arts all year round, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a strong texture.

Xiao Liulang's eyes had no warmth, no surprise or any other emotion, just looked at him so indifferently, as if he was looking at an unrelated stranger.

This look hurt Xuanping Hou's eyes, but Xuanping Hou still showed a smile: "Son, long time no see!"

Xiao Liulang looked away: "I said I'm not your son."

Xuanping Hou: "Why is the illegitimate son not the son of Ben Hou?"

Even if you are not Ah Heng, at least you are Liu Lang, the seed of me and Chen Yunniang.

Then you are my son!

This absurdity was clearly written in his eyes.

Xiao Liulang had no intention of dealing with him: "I'm going back."

Xuanping Hou continued to stop him: "Do me a favor.

"

Xiao Liulang did not speak.

The Marquis of Xuanping said aggrievedly: "Today is really unfortunate. I was tricked by a girl. She hid, and I hid too. In the end, I was the only one who was punished."

Xiao Liulang didn't understand the words without beginning or end, and he didn't want to understand.

The Marquis of Xuanping sighed: "Your Majesty punished me for copying the military book. You also know that I would rather eat a board and a whip than write. This is killing me."

Xiao Liulang's mind flashed Gu Jiao's frantic expression of practicing calligraphy.

Xuanping Hou didn't know that his son had lost his mind, and continued to say aggrievedly: "You used to copy it for me, but this time you copied it for me too! No one helped him copy the old monkey, who told his son not to copy it? Be good, my son is good!"

The mouth of the Marquis of Xuanping is usually used to choke people, and generally he doesn't say good things, that is, to coax his son.

All the self-cultivation of Marquis Xuanping in this life seems to have been used on this young man.

But the young man did not appreciate it.

Xiao Liulang raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were cold: "How many times do I have to say this? I am not your son. Your son was burned to death in the fire four years ago. He died in the fire. Dare to shout, desperately waiting for someone to rescue him, but in the end he could only watch himself being engulfed by the sea of ​​fire. He is dead, Xiao Ji, your son is dead!"

Xiao Ji, your son is dead!

These words were like a sharp knife, which pierced into Xuanping Hou's heart!

Xiao Liulang decided to leave.

Xuanping Hou's body was trembling slightly, and he raised his hand to cover his heart.

Hold!

it hurts so fucking...

Xiao Liulang returned to Bishui Hutong with a cold body. The moment he entered the house, he restrained his anger and walked into the yard.

At this hour, everyone in the family had rested, and no accident, there was still a lamp in the main room for him.

He walked in lightly, and Gu Jiao fell asleep again on the Baxian table in the main room.

The light illuminated her face and eyebrows softly, but it was different from the coldness in the past. Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and it seemed that she was not very comfortable in her sleep.

Xiao Liulang hesitated for a while, then raised his hand and gently covered her forehead.

Not hot.

He withdraws his hand.

He moved very lightly, but Gu Jiao was still awake. She glanced at him in a daze: "Are you back?"

Xiao Liulang found that her face was not very good, paused, and asked, "Where is it... Are you uncomfortable?"

Gu Jiao yawned weakly: "It's okay."

Xiao Liulang looked at her tired face, and his heart tightened slightly: "I have eaten, you go to sleep, you don't have to wait for me in the future."

"It's okay." She curved her lips, "I have the hot water ready."

"I'll fight myself, you go to sleep." Xiao Liulang urged again, in a tone that could not be refused.

Gu Jiao: "...good."

She stood up awkwardly, went into the room, and lay down on the bed.

She is not a fuss-free temperament, and even if she is ill, it is fine, unless it is really uncomfortable.

Xiao Liulang took a deep look at her from the crack of the door, turned around and went to the stove without saying anything.

He didn't wash up immediately, but found ginger slices and brown sugar cubes.

It used to be a hard time in the countryside, and even a piece of brown sugar was useless at home, so I had to borrow it from the village... Now life at home is not difficult, but it seems that she will never be as concerned about herself as they are.

Xiao Liulang boiled a bowl of thick brown sugar ginger tea and brought it to Gu Jiao's house.

His cooking skills are not good, and the ginger tea is boiled.

He gently opened the door, came to Gu Jiao's bed, and gently woke him up: "Get up and drink something."

Gu Jiao snorted and laboriously opened her small eyelids.

She smelled brown sugar and ginger juice, and a bit of mush.

She was stunned for three seconds.

"Can you sit up by yourself?" Xiao Liulang asked.

"No." Someone who was going to sit up lay down again.

Xiao Liulang: "..."

Xiao Liulang put the brown sugar ginger tea on the stool beside the bed, stretched out his slender jade-like hand, and gently helped her up from the quilt.

The girl's body is soft and soft, with a seductive fragrance, which is a little distracting.

Gu Jiao sat down on the head of the bed. She had already woken up most of the time. She looked at the brown sugar ginger tea that was brought up by him again, and her eyes became bright.

Her husband made brown sugar water for her.

The husband is so nice.

How did the husband find out?

Gu Jiao came from the sun at night. She rarely had menstrual cramps. She only remembered her menarche when she was in the countryside, and she never had it again after that.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't too painful today, just drowsiness, lack of energy, and a bit of a stuffy stomach.

She is obviously an agent who can resist pain at the next tenth level, and she can take bullets without anesthesia, but for some reason, she is very intolerable to this kind of menstrual pain.

Xiao Liulang handed her the brown sugar ginger tea: "Can I drink it myself?"

Just as Gu Jiao stretched out her hand, she silently retracted it and said solemnly, "I think I'm very weak."

Xiao Liulang: "..."

Xiao Liulang sighed helplessly, sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up the spoon, and fed her spoon by spoon.

Gu Jiao opened her small mouth, sipped her spoon lightly, and started drinking.

A bowl of brown sugar water quickly bottomed out.

"Anything else?" She smacked her lips in disbelief.

Xiao Liulang looked at her chubby little belly that couldn't be stopped by her bedclothes, and said, "I can't drink anymore."

Gu Jiao's eyes fell on the jade hand he was feeding her with the spoon: "Oh."

Xiao Liulang took out the water and let her take two sips: "Go to sleep."

Gu Jiao lay down obediently, lay on her side and looked at him, looking a little obedient.

Xiao Liulang met her gaze that could not be ignored: "What's wrong? Is there any discomfort?"

Bawangjiao said, where is the discomfort? You are someone who can get shot! Is this unbearable?

She said hypocritically, but her stomach is really uncomfortable.

In the end, Hypocritical Jiao grabbed Ba Wangjiao, punched Bawangjiao violently, punched it into a size of five centimeters, and kicked out!

Gu Jiao blinked at him: "My stomach is a little uncomfortable."

"Ah..." Xiao Liulang was dumbfounded.

"Go to sleep, you'll be fine tomorrow."

Why don't you ask.

"Knead for you?"

too close.

Xiao Liulang's heart was at war between heaven and man, he looked at Gu Jiao, Gu Jiao was opening a pair of innocent eyes, staring at him without blinking, as if he just said no to a heartless bastard and a super bastard.

Xiao Liulang didn't understand how he read these things from a small look.

He finally sat down bravely: "...Press it for you."

"Yeah!" Gu Jiao nodded her head!

Xiao Liulang stretched out his articulated hand and reached into her quilt. The quilt was warm, and his fingertips could feel her body temperature through the bedclothes.

Xiao Liulang hesitated for a moment, and his palm covered her soft and cold stomach.

This was the first time that he had really touched such a soft part of her while he was awake, and his palm seemed to be on fire, and it was hot.