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Chapter VII

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    Wan Yao looked at the expected face full of disdain and stubbornness, and suddenly felt that her memory went back many years ago.

    She was still very young at that time, and she lingered until the last one to leave when eating, then put the fried dumplings and meat pies on the table into her arms, slipped out of the house, and rustled through the short hole in the back wall of the Xiang mansion.  Drill in.

    Xiang Huan would pull her in at the window of the ancestral hall, and the two stole Gong Guo and hid in the corner.

    Wanyao watched him sit down cross-legged from the sidelines, mouthing so much that his mouth was full of greasy food.

    Today, the short hole in the back wall has long been filled, and even if it is still there, as she grows up, she can no longer slip in.

    Many times, Wanyao is not unaware of the strangeness and gap brought about by time and separation, but this situation still gives her the illusion of going back in time.

    Perhaps, there are always some things that will not change.

    "Here I bring you something to eat."

    At night, despite the candlelight lighting, the ancestral hall was still dark and gloomy. They put the futons together and sat on the floor, feasting on the eyes of the ancestors of the Xiang family.

    Xiang Huan exhausted his physical strength for a day and didn't drink a drop of water. Now he was very hungry, so he grabbed the most filling steamed cakes to satisfy his hunger first.  Wan Yao knelt on the futon, stood up and wiped the blood on his cheeks for him.

    After wiping for a while, he carefully glanced at him from the corner of his eye: "I'm sorry, it's such a big deal."

    Xiang Huan squatted there, gnawing on the cake indifferently, "It's none of your business, I'm going to fight myself." He really didn't take this to heart, he usually fights a lot, compared to the reason for beating people,  He cares more about the result after beating someone.

    Wan Yao also knew what he would say, so she brushed away a few strands of hair scattered around her temples, washed the wounds underneath with hot water, and couldn't help frowning and scolding: "Why didn't you hide when your father hit you in the face?"  ?¡±

    After Xiang Huan finished chewing a mouthful of the cake, he snorted softly: "I'm too lazy to hide."

    Wan Yao quietly rolled her eyes at this obviously competitive expression, and secretly increased her strength.

    Xiang Huan really grinned and gasped.

    "Hiss lighten up!"

    After finishing the fried dumplings in the food box on the first floor, he opened the lid and frowned at the roast goose missing arms and legs: "Does this goose still have a leg?"

    Wan Yao put away the ointment, and gave a comprehensible look, "I met Xiaoyuan on the road."

    "She's eating from me again?" Xiang Huan gritted his teeth lightly, tore off another roast goose leg and stuffed it into her hand, "I didn't eat much tonight, so what are you going to grab now just watch from the sidelines."  with?"

    "No." Wan Yao held up the goose leg and defended herself guiltily, "I even blocked it for you." But it didn't.

    He probably didn't believe it, so he turned his face away and laughed, picked up the cold broth to moisten his throat, and dealt with the crippled goose in two or three bites.

    Roasted goose bones and meat are connected together, and the crispy taste comes up from the legs in his hand, but Wanyao is holding it in his hand like playing, and he hesitates for a long time with lowered eyebrows before asking him: "Then how to deal with it in the end, did Uncle Xiang tell you?"  ?¡±

    He replied lightly: "He wants me to come to apologize to the surname Liang." As soon as he finished speaking, he hummed, "It's just a dream."

    Wanyao paused with her fingertips, but didn't see anything for a long time.

    Faintly aware of the sudden silence around him, Xiang Huan raised his head suddenly, and the brows that had just been stretched were twisted back again, and the muscles around his lips moved slightly, "What is that expression on your face, do you also think I did something wrong?"

    "I don't think you did something wrong" Wan Yao accompanied him cautiously, and said carefully, "It's just that there are many things that don't need to be resolved by fighting"

    She had tried her best to be tactful, but Xiang Huan's face still darkened unsurprisingly, "Okay, then tell me, if I don't do anything, what should I do?"

    "This, I haven't figured it out yet." I really figured out why she was chased all over the street by Liang Hua's men.

    "In the past, when you argued with others, it didn't matter if you wanted to beat or scold. But now it's different. You are on duty under the command of Da Sima, and you already have an official rank, so you always have more concerns about everything."

    It's a pity that he couldn't listen, and before he finished speaking, he turned his head and interrupted coldly: "Even you speak for them?"

    Wan Yao finally felt unreasonable, and frowned at him: "Why did I speak for them?"

    "Have you still said?" Xiang Huan suddenly approached her and confronted her, "Think about it yourself, what is the difference between what you said and what Liang Tian said?"

    She froze for a moment.

    Seeing this reaction, Xiang Huan became more and more annoyed, and felt that he had lost that goose leg, so he reached out and grabbed it and threw it into the food box, "Don't eat it."

    Having received an inexplicable slap on the back of his hand, Wan Yao first looked at the goose legs in the box, then lifted thesmell.  Two young civil and military officials are making trouble in the street, can they still use this method to calm things down?

    But once he, Marquis Wu'an, opened his mouth, even if everyone had doubts in their hearts, they could only communicate with their expressions and dared not say a word.

    Shen Yu remained expressionless for a long time, and then smiled, "Marquis Wu An said so."

    At this moment, the heads of the Liang and Xiang families felt like a thunderbolt from the clear sky.

    Only Xiang Huan, who was far outside the palace, was still lying soundly asleep in the ancestral hall, completely unaware that his punishment had been lifted high and then lowered gently.

    *

    Xiang Nantian had just left court and returned home when the imperial decree arrived.

    The inner prisoner finished reading word for word with a low voice.

    The Liang family was full of reluctance, the Xiang family was unimaginable, and the people who didn't know why were happy with everyone, probably happy to watch a good show that didn't cost money.

    On the second day, before dawn, Wanyao had simply packed her luggage. She slipped out in the dark and touched the backyard lightly. Her head was still watching whether there was anyone behind her, but she pulled out the bolt skillfully with her hands.

    As soon as the door was opened, outside was the shadowy figure of her mother.

    "Mom!" I was taken aback.

    "I knew you would not be safe." Mrs. Wan's face sank, obviously angry, "Where are you going?!"

    "the hut."

    "Does the door of the thatched cottage open toward here?" She shook her head as she spoke, "Once Xiang Huan returns to Beijing, you will just follow around!"

    No wonder my master doesn't like that kid.

    This daughter, who was so easy to break up, was taken away by him in just two days. Xiang's mansion is simply the biggest black dye vat in the capital.

    Wan Yao bowed his head and reflected for a moment, and soon raised his face with a rare seriousness, "Let him take care of Mr. Liang alone, something will happen."

    "What does that have to do with you?" Mrs. Wan didn't take it seriously, "It's his own fault if something happens to him, and his parents don't care, why should you rush to make a mess."

    "Xiang Huan no longer has a mother." Wan Yao suddenly interrupted, "He doesn't even have a single person around him who can persuade him well. If I don't care about him, if I don't care about him no one will care about him  Already!"

    Mrs. Wan was startled when she heard that, she stood in front of her and asked, "Father and Xiang Shibo hate each other, and it doesn't matter to Xiang Huan. Your previous generation was not good, so why bother to drag him?"

    "He obviously didn't do anything."

    While her mother was in a daze, Wan Yao lowered her head and walked around.

    *

    Making this claim without telling Wan's experience is considered a pre-emptive act, but compared to her father getting angry, talking about Xiang Huan is more troublesome.

    He has received knives and military sticks, and the entire tiger and leopard cavalry has been responsible for small punishments and heavy punishments. When has he received such inexplicable punishments?  However, the imperial decree was hard to disobey, and the military order was like a mountain, Wan Yao's lips were worn out before he put back the snow-tooth gun that the master was about to take out.

    But he really didn't want to go, he even thought it would be fine to run a few laps around the imperial city with a heavy load, and walked all the way to the outside of Liang's mansion, full of resentment, and looked up at the plaque on the top, still full of resistance.

    "Is there anything to take care of, he is not short of servants." Such words became more and more repulsive, and Xiang Huan turned sideways impatiently, as if he was going to run away.

    Wan Yao grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, "This is an imperial decree, if you resist the decree, you will be killed."

    "The imperial decree is so absurd, does Your Majesty know?"

    This uncle really dares to speak!  Wan Yao hurriedly covered his mouth where he was uttering wild words, and winked at his neck.

    Xiang Huan turned his head and pulled it out, "What are you doing to cover me, so that people don't tell the truth?"

    "General Ji managed to save face for you, so don't disappoint his good intentions." Knowing that Xiang Huan respects the great Sima, she had no choice but to move him out and be kind to her, "Small skin wounds can recover after two days of careful treatment.  As for the delay for too long. If a man is able to bend and stretch, you will be confined at home, okay?"

    "Let's go."

    Xiang Huan taught her so much that she lost her temper, and reluctantly let Wan Yao push up the steps in front of Liang's residence.

    Seeing this, the two concierges immediately bowed their waists and saluted.

    She nodded: "Erlang of the Xiang family came to visit by order, please pass on to Mr. Liang." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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