Reborn New Wife: The High-cold Young Marshal Stops

Admiring the excited eyes and sonorous and powerful salute, this is the coronation that belongs to soldiers one after another.

Walking on the Shujia Avenue, Shu Mo nodded to the army next to him from time to time, his heavy footsteps "ding-ding" on the smooth marble slab.

In the conference room of the main building, the deputy general who had returned from the battlefield praised Shu Mo's performance, and the atmosphere seemed harmonious. Everyone had the greatest expectations for this rising star on the battlefield.

Shu Xiong's face froze with a smile. Shu Mo's combat ability is indeed good. Before he has cultivated someone who can match this son, he can't act rashly. The veterans who fought with him back then were killed and injured. The rest of the people in the past two years also retreated, and the rights in their hands were more or less divided. Shu Xiong originally thought that this would allow the military power to be concentrated in his own hands. After all, through the ages, no one has ambitions The man in the house could not bear to have someone else sleep peacefully next to the couch, but he never thought of a Shu Mo.

The old soldier who fought with him, Shu Xiong, was a bond of friendship on the battlefield. He was Shu Xiong who obeyed him, and he was also loyal to him. Commander-in-chief, who do you want to convince, nonsense, these years they followed Fourth Young Master Shu to conquer the north and south, and of course they admired Fourth Young Master Shu. Indeed, back then, Marshal was also a famous tiger in the north, but the old saying There is a saying that green is better than blue because of blue, of course we obey the people who follow now.

This has also become a heart problem for Shu Xiong in the past two years, and he also thought about going to the battlefield himself, but he can't adapt to the long journey of the army, after being pampered and pampered for so many years.

Looking at his son-in-law Shu Yangshuo next to him, Shu Xiong rarely sighed. The son-in-law he valued the most was a scheming son. Although he had a bit of the courage of Shu Xiong when he was young, how could he beat that one just because he had no scheming? As for Shu Mo, who is always calculating, I'm afraid that after a hundred years, this silly boy will be excluded.

"..." The silly boy Shu Yangshuo.

When Shu Xiong didn't notice, he glanced ironically at his father next to him, what was his father thinking all day long, did he raise Shu Mo to fight against him?Really confused, but a concubine is raised in this way, what position does Shu Xiong place this concubine!
how to say?Excessive brain supplementation is a disease. Obviously, the father and son are sympathetic to each other and are already terminally ill.

In the hall, the visible pure black marble slab reflects the gorgeous and complicated crystal lamps, dotted with stars, under the serious and cold tone, there is a dreamy and gorgeous atmosphere.On the complicated western-style sofa chair, a man like the king of the night in a military uniform sat on the sofa, with his eyes closed, his handsome face was cold, and his whole figure was like an ancient god, motionless.

Her short black hair hung down her face like satin, her red lips under her straight nose were tightly closed, and suddenly her closed eyes opened, the dark eyes were like black holes, without a trace of light.

Behind Shu Mo, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a group of generals in military uniforms walked out in twos and threes.

Shu Mo stood up and walked towards the meeting room. His unhurried pace seemed to reveal a majestic aura of dominance, which made people breathless. The general who was walking in front involuntarily stood still and gave a military salute. , Shu Mo paused slightly, and returned the greetings one by one.

Soon, the hall fell silent.

"Father, Qin Zhan's army has been expelled to the south, and my son has returned to his command."

The smile on Shu Xiong's face faded, he lit a cigarette, put it on his lips, and said nothing. After a while, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "How did I hear that you returned to Jincheng a few days ago."

The smell of cigarettes permeated the hall, and the smell of nicotine attracted all those who were not determined to fall into darkness. He was thinking about something, his brows and eyes were tangled, and he couldn't say anything for a long time.

"You have become more and more outrageous these years. Since you have received an order to go to the front line, you should immediately hand in the order when you come back. What kind of decent is this sloppy look now, hum." Shu Xiong seemed very angry, sneered, and went back to the room up.

"Fourth brother, don't blame yourself too much." Shu Yangshuo walked to Shu Mo's side, "Father is only worried about you, and I am also worried about my brother."

There seemed to be good intentions in the words, but Shu Mo raised his head, looked at Shu Yangshuo's eyes without saying anything, and smiled slightly, as if responding to his brother's comfort.

Patting Shu Mo on the shoulder, Shu Yangshuo turned his head and left.

Right now, Shu Mo's reputation in the army is getting stronger day by day. Although he is suppressed by his status as a bastard, his father is old after all. Although he is still in good health, who knows what he will look like in a few years?

Lowering his head and walking slowly into the room, Shu Yangshuo's expression was a little gloomy.

"Shuo'er", a middle-aged woman is standing at the door of Shu Yangshuo's room. The woman is wearing a dark cheongsam, her skin is in good condition. Under her curved willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of triangular eyes destroy the deliberate elegance of the whole. The whole person looked a little fierce, "You have been very angry since you were a child, and it has been a little hot recently. Grandma made you stewed white fungus and lotus seed soup."

The door of Shu Yangshuo's room was always locked, and no one in this family talked about him.

Open the door and go in. Unlike Shu Yangshuo's seemingly cheerful appearance, his room is mainly decorated in dark colors. At a glance, it is almost all black furniture of the same color. It is cold and gloomy, making people stand coldly. Wei Wei shone in, dispelling some of the cold breath, and looked a little normal.

"When I was choosing a house for you, A Niang also asked many masters to look at Feng Shui. The more this house looks, the less it looks like a place where I live..."

"Okay, mother, every time you see my room, you have to comment several times." Shu Yangshuo reached out to take the soup from the servant girl's hand, and Shu Yangshuo continued, "I've told you several times that I really like it, what do you want? If you do that again, I won't dare to let you in."

"What's the matter?" After a pause, Mrs. Shu asked the maid to go out, "I just saw that your expression was not right, what's going on, is that bastard Shu Mo looking for trouble for you."

Mrs. Shu gritted her teeth, her complexion looked a little distorted, and she was especially scary in the cold room.

"Shu Mo's bastard is as disgusting as his mother. If I knew it was such a thing, I shouldn't be soft-hearted at the beginning. So what if your father doubts it. He is not a concubine who spoils his wife. He didn't come from my stomach. Those who come out will never be the first son."

"Don't worry, mother, how dare he come to provoke me." Shu Shuoyang smiled slightly, his hearty demeanor disappeared, and he was indescribably similar to Mrs. Shu.