The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 411 Ah Heng (two more)

Xiao Liulang froze.

How long had he not heard this voice? Listening to it seems like a lifetime away.

He fell to the ground, with his back to Princess Xinyang, even so, he also felt the other party's gaze on him.

He didn't dare to turn his head back, and he didn't dare to turn his back. He tried his best to restrain the trembling of his body, and said calmly, "I'm fine."

"You..." Princess Xinyang heard him say nothing, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the crutch that fell out.

It doesn't seem like a cane, it's more like a cane, suitable for people with inconvenient legs and feet but not completely unable to touch the ground.

Princess Xinyang is not sure whether the other party is born with bad behavior or just recently injured, no matter which one seems to be all right.

She said: "It seems that I tripped you just now, can you still get up? I will invite a doctor for you, come here, and help this lord up first."

As soon as she finished speaking, the little maid who was supporting her stepped forward, reaching out to help Xiao Liulang

Xiao Liulang hurriedly raised his sleeves to stop him: "Don't come over!"

The little maid was startled, and turned her head to look at Princess Xinyang in bewilderment.

Xiao Liulang collected himself and said, "I'm not used to being touched by others."

When he was fourteen years old, he hadn't changed his voice. It was a youthful and childish voice. Now that the voice change period has passed, he has changed into a voice between a boy and an adult man, which is low and clean.

Princess Xinyang didn't hear anything wrong with her voice for a while, but she clearly felt the other party's escape and resistance.

Thinking of whether a man and a woman will be married or not, he is wearing a Hanlin official uniform, and this is near the Hanlin Academy, so he should be careful so as not to damage his reputation.

Princess Xinyang didn't make things difficult for him anymore: "If you have something to do, just go to Princess Xinyang's mansion and say something."

Although she doesn't live in the princess mansion, her servants are still in the princess mansion, so they can still inform her.

Xiao Liulang tried his best not to look back: "No, I'm fine."

Princess Xinyang always felt that this person was weird, and she felt weird too, unable to explain her emotions: "Where are you going, I can ask the guards to escort you."

"No need." Xiao Liulang refused, "I can go by myself."

After he finished speaking, he stood up with his hands on the ground, limped to the door under the gaze of Princess Xinyang, bent over and picked up the cane that Gu Jiao made for him.

He had never been so embarrassed like this moment, he knew she was watching from behind, but he didn't want her to see himself like this.

His hand holding the cane was slightly trembling,

Without looking back, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Princess Xinyang looked at his leaving figure with a thoughtful expression.

"Princess!"

Yujin walked in panting.

Princess Xinyang regained consciousness, glanced at her, and said, "Why did you buy yourself like this when you went to buy a pancake?"

"I..." Yujin opened her mouth, a little hesitant whether to tell her what happened just now.

Princess Xinyang said: "Just say what you want, when did you become a mother-in-law?"

Yujin looked at her, summoned up her courage and said, "Princess, I just...seemed to see the young master."

Princess Xinyang's face changed slightly, but she regained her usual composure in just a moment: "Yujin, how many times do I have to tell you that he is dead."

Xiao Liulang fled back to the Imperial Academy in one breath.

Ning Zhiyuan had just come out of the Hanlin Academy, saw him looking a little lost, pulled him aside, and asked puzzledly: "Liulang, what's wrong with you? Didn't you go to the Gongyuan to give lectures? Did someone bully you? I knew it! Those who took the make-up exam in the Tribute Court were all from Yin Guanyin, and they were all thorns! Then, next time I will go for you!"

"I'm fine, and the Gong Yuan is fine." He could even hold back the prince's super thorny head, let alone those little thorny heads.

"But I think you seem to have something on your mind." Ning Zhiyuan doesn't believe that Xiao Liulang is fine. He has known Xiao Liulang for so long, he still understands Xiao Liulang's temperament, and he was always made things difficult by Yang Shidu in the past So embarrassed.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Ning Zhiyuan's mind: "Are you...worrying about what happened in the morning? Did I break the inkstone, or did I offend Princess Xinyang? You, don't be sad, I'll explain it to her! The inkstone is me It broke, and it happened because of me—"

Xiao Liulang said: "I'm really fine."

Ning Zhiyuan looked at him suspiciously: "But your complexion is so bad."

Xiao Liulang said casually, "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."

Ning Zhiyuan asked suspiciously, "Is that so?"

Xiao Liulang nodded: "Yes."

"Then..." Ning Zhiyuan looked towards the end of the alley, "Sister and brother didn't come to pick you up today, so I'll find a carriage to take you back."

"No need." Xiao Liulang rejected his offer.

Xiao Liulang looked easy to talk to in front of his friends, but once he got stubborn, no one could persuade him, and Ning Zhiyuan had no choice but to let him go.

Xiao Liulang walked aimlessly on the street with a cane. When he left the clothing store, he almost ran away without looking back to see her...

But her voice was deeply engraved in his mind, circling and lingering.

The sky did not know when it began to rain heavily, and pedestrians ran away one after another. Only Xiao Liulang was unaware and walked slowly in the heavy rain.

It wasn't until a childish voice sounded beside him that he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Brother-in-law, why are you not holding an umbrella?"

It's small headroom.

Xiao Jingkong held up a small yellow umbrella that Gu Jiao had made for him, and looked up at Xiao Liulang, who was drenched in water, inexplicably.

Only then did Xiao Liulang realize that he had unknowingly arrived at the gate of the Imperial College.

"Are you here to pick me up today?" Xiao Jingkong asked while holding a small yellow umbrella.

In fact, it's not time for school to end at this moment, Xiao Qingkong finished his homework ahead of schedule, so he made an exception and left school first.

"Yeah." Xiao Liulang hummed lightly, and said to the little guy, "Let's go."

Xiao Jingkong didn't move: "You didn't even open an umbrella!"

"I don't have an umbrella." After he finished speaking, he paused, and then said, "I don't need it."

"Here you are." Xiao Jingkong handed him the umbrella.

"You do it yourself." How could Xiao Liulang want a child's umbrella? What if he wants him? This umbrella is so small that it will never hit two people.

Xiao Jingkong said: "I have a raincoat."

Jiaojiao made him a raincoat!

There are big red flowers painted by him on it!

Xiao Jingkong handed the umbrella to Xiao Liulang, and Xiao Liulang still gave it to him. He took out his little yellow raincoat from his school bag and put it on in a hurry. Then he took off his shoes and held them in his hands. Bare feet stepped on the water on the ground.

Xiao Liulang: "..."

You just want to tread water...

Xiao Qingkong stepped on the water all the way, jumping wherever there is a pit, anyway, Jiaojiao is not there, so he doesn't have to worry about his tough guy image at all!

He stomped on like a little jumping frog in a pond.

It turns out that going home with a bad brother-in-law can also have so much fun!

When he arrived at the door of the house, he said very generously: "Okay, I will allow you to pick me up on rainy days from now on!"

Xiao Liulang: Hehe, it's as if someone came to pick you up.

Liu Quan next door was about to pick up Xiao Qingkong, when he saw the two people at the door startled slightly: "Eh? Are you back?"

"Hello Uncle Liu!" Xiao Jingkong greeted politely.

The little guy was wearing the little raincoat that Gu Jiao made for him, and the little hat of the raincoat.

He likes golden things, but there is no gold in the dyes that Gu Jiao can get for the time being, so he took the second place and made yellow.

The little raincoat itself is very beautiful, but he has painted so many ugly big red flowers that it becomes a bit hard to explain. It is all supported by the beauty of this face.

Too ugly and cute.

On the contrary, Xiao Liulang, an imperial official, was holding a childish little yellow umbrella, which looked a little funny.

Liu Quan said with a smile: "It's good to be back, then I will pick up the master."

"Goodbye, Uncle Liu!" Xiao Jingkong waved to him politely.

Liu Quan said to Xiao Liulang again: "Liulang, change your clothes quickly, you are all wet."

Xiao Liulang agreed.

One big and one small went into the yard.

The family is not there, Gu Jiao did not come back because of a visit to the doctor, Yao Shi was invited to her house by Grandma Zhou, although it is not far away in Bishui Hutong, but it suddenly rained so heavily, worried that Yao Shi would fall, Zhou Grandma asked Yao Shi to wait for the rain to stop before leaving.

Yu Ya'er and Mother Fang are also there.

As for Gu Yan and Gu Xiaoshun, needless to say, they both went to learn art.

Xiao Qingkong was not enough to tread water by himself, so he ran to the backyard again and let Xiao Ba Xiao Jiu and the seven chickens out to tread water.

The nine beasts at home said they didn't want to tread water!

Xiao Liulang went back to the West Room and changed into dry clothes, then went to the study room and took out the Yan Kingdom's arithmetic book, and continued to study and calculate the ancestor rate.

After stepping on the water for a while, Xiao Jingkong sauntered into the study, came to his desk, held his belly in his hands, and said awkwardly, "I'm hungry."

Xiao Liulang glanced at him: "Are you sure you want to eat what I made?"

Xiao Jingkong choked, and stammered, "That, that's still not enough."

The bad brother-in-law made it too bad, he can go hungry for a while.

Xiao Jingkong's stomach was growling, and he was not full after eating candied fruit and snacks. After all, he was a child with a big appetite, otherwise he would not have competed with other young monks for food.

Xiao Liulang still went to the kitchen and cooked him a bowl of vegetables and egg noodles.

Looking at the dark noodles on the table that night, Xiao Jingkong refused in his heart.

Xiao Liulang handed him the chopsticks: "Eat."

Xiao Jingkong sat on his special chair with a small horizontal version in front of him. He didn't take the chopsticks immediately, but looked at Xiao Liulang very seriously: "I just want to ask you, can you eat this bowl of noodles by yourself?" ?”

Xiao Liulang said lightly, "It's not me who is growling with hunger right now."

Xiao Jingkong lowered his head, what the bad brother-in-law said made sense, but he was speechless to refute.

In the end hunger prevailed.

"Alas." Xiao Jingkong sighed, reached out his small hand to take the chopsticks, and ate resignedly.

It's actually not far from meal time now, but Xiao Liulang is not hungry, but he didn't let Xiao Jingkong sit alone in the main room to eat.

He directly moved the small clear space, including the person and the chair, to the study room. He eats what he eats, and he counts his.

Xiao Jingkong was halfway through eating, and suddenly looked at Xiao Liulang bitterly: "Can I ask you a question?"

"Say." Xiao Liulang didn't look up, and continued to do the arithmetic problem in his hand.

Xiao Jingkong asked full of curiosity: "How do you make every meal taste worse than the last one?"

Xiao Liulang glanced at him, and said shamelessly: "Work hard, just cook well."

Small clearance: "..."

Xiao Jingkong asked himself that he couldn't learn this skill, because when he was three years old, the baked sweet potatoes were already better than the things made by his bad brother-in-law.

Xiao Jingkong has developed a good habit of not wasting food in the temple, no matter how unpalatable it is, as long as he eats it himself, he will grit his teeth and finish it.

"Are you full?" Xiao Liulang asked looking at the dark, empty bowl in front of him.

Xiao Jingkong pursed his lips, with a dignified expression: "You cook so badly, do you still expect others to eat a second bowl... Well, congratulations, your long-cherished wish has come true."

Woo, he can't do anything if he's not full!

Xiao Liulang knew that the little monk's stomach was not so easy to fill, and he steamed vegetarian jerky, corn on the cob and sweet potatoes in the pot, which should be almost cooked by now.

He took away the empty bowl in front of Xiaoqingkong, went to the stove room and brought over the steamed vegetarian jerky, corn and sweet potatoes in the pot.

Xiao Jingkong folded his arms and turned his face: "I don't want this plate."

He has beautiful cutlery!

Xiao Liulang said indifferently: "You still dislike it? I won't spoil you if you like it or not."

Reluctantly, Xiao Jingkong picked up the chopsticks, curled his mouth and said, "A child without Jiaojiao is nothing!"

Xiao Liulang: "..."

It takes a lot of energy to take care of a child, and Xiao Liulang felt tired after a while, but this kind of tiredness seemed to be different from the usual tiredness, and he was a little dizzy.

After eating, Xiao Jingkong went to the backyard to wash the dishes by himself. The cupboard was too high for him to reach, so he had to stand on tiptoe and put the clean dishes and chopsticks on the stove one by one.

He also took a wet rag and planned to wipe his small table.

But as soon as he entered the study, he felt something was wrong.

Huh?

The bad brother-in-law fell asleep on the table?

It's not dark yet!

Xiao Jingkong walked over, tilted his head and called Xiao Liulang: "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law!"

no response.

Xiao Jingkong thought for a while: "Ah Heng~"

Still no response.

Xiao Jingkong snorted strangely, took out a small hand that had just grabbed a wet rag, and touched Xiao Liulang's forehead: "Ah! It's so hot!"

Xiao Liulang fell ill, also without warning, with fever all over his body, and his mind became muddy all of a sudden.

He began to have a dream over and over again, in which he returned to the princess mansion.

Zhuang Xianzhi came to teach Wen Linlang today. He was originally at Wen's house, but Wen's house was too far away, so he changed to the Princess Mansion.

Wen Linlang is his fiancée, and he attends classes with her.

After Zhuang Xianzhi finished speaking, there was a break between classes.

Wen Linlang complained: "Heng, Mr. Zhuang's class is too difficult, shall we go out and have fun?"

He can see his mother when he goes out, he nodded.

The two went to the back mountain.

Wen Linlang found a rabbit: "Ah Heng, this little rabbit is injured, shall we take it home?"

His mother's rabbit died not long ago, and his mother was very sad about it for a long time.

"Heng, I want to eat dates, can you go pick them from the tree for me?"

His mother also likes to eat dates, so he climbed up to pick them.

"Heng, can you go and buy me sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

His mother also liked sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, so he went to buy them in a carriage.

When he was excitedly looking for Princess Xinyang with the rabbit in his arms, a bag of dates and a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, what he saw was an indifferent and world-weary face.

"Heng." She waved at him and smiled.

He walked over slowly: "Mother, are you uncomfortable?"

She looked at him meaningfully: "Heng, do you like mother?"

"like."

"Are you willing to do anything for your mother?"

"Yes!" he said emphatically.

"Then you die for your mother... Ah Heng, can you die for me?"

Remember the last few sentences? At the end of the chapter "121 Local Tyrant Small Clearance".

P.S. Regarding the update, I haven’t stopped updating, and then I will start to save manuscripts this month, but there is a minimum of 4,000 words per day, which is at least the number of words for the fourth update in the bookstore.

If the readers in the book city like it, I can also divide it into a chapter of 1,000 words, with four or five shifts every day.