First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 228 Acting like a baby (one more)

  When Old Houye copied the military books and was so painful that he didn't want to live, he saw Xuanping Hou stood up, swiped his sleeves, and went out leisurely!

  Lao Hou Ye: "..."

  Xuanping Hou came out of the palace in a light car, called Chang Jing, and got on the carriage to the Imperial College.

  Because of the imperial examination, the Imperial College has recently increased the number of courses, and Xiao Liulang often ends school after dark.

  This time is just right, not too soon or too late.

  Xuan Pinghou waited for an hour outside the Imperial College before waiting for Xiao Liulang.

The uniform of   Guozijian has a white background and blue edges. The cuffs are wide. The cuffs, placket and waist line are all in indigo blue silk. The waist is tightened, restraining etiquette, and pure and handsome.

  This kind of prison uniform can wear good temperament as long as it is not ugly, but among the large group of prison students who have moved in white clothes, there is a figure with a cane that is particularly conspicuous.

  He is tall, slender, and has a jade-like appearance. Wanjia's lights are behind him, reflecting the clean and pure color of a young man, but the walking stick with a cane has ruined this beauty.

  Xuan Pinghou’s gaze fell on his lame leg, and his handsome thick eyebrow was a frown.

  But only for a moment, he got out of the carriage as usual.

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

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

  He stopped and looked at each other faintly.

  The young man has the height of an adult man. This look is no longer looking up, but almost head-up, except that he is much thinner, while Xuanping Hou has been practicing martial arts all the year round, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, with strong muscles.

  Xiao Liulang's eyes were not warm, nor surprised or any other emotions, just looking so indifferently, as if looking at an unrelated stranger.

  This look hurt Xuan Pinghou’s eyes, but Xuan Pinghou still showed a smile: "Son, long time no see!"

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

  Xuanping Hou: "How come the **** is not the son of Ben Hou?"

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

  Then you are my son!

  The crooked truth was written in his eyes.

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

  Xuan Pinghou continued to stop him: "Do me a favor."

  Xiao Liulang did not speak.

  Xuanping Hou grievedly said: “It’s really unlucky today. I was scammed by a girl. She hid, and I hid, but I was the only one who was punished.”

  There is no beginning and no end to these words, Xiao Liulang didn't understand, and didn't want to understand.

  Xuan Pinghou sighed: "Your Majesty punished me to copy the military books. You also know that I would rather eat a board and a whip than write. This is killing me."

  Xiao Liulang's mind flashed the little expression of Gu Jiao frantically practicing calligraphy.

Xuan Pinghou still didn’t know that his son had lost his mind, and continued to grievances and said: "You used to copy for me, but this time you copied it for me! No one in the old monkey helped him copy. Who told his son not to copy. Compete, my son is compelling!"

  Xuan Pinghou's mouth is usually used to choke people, and he doesn't usually say good things, which is just to coax his son.

  All the cultivation of Xuan Pinghou's life seems to have been applied to this young man.

  But the teenager does not appreciate it.

Xiao Liulang raised his eyes and looked at him steadily, with a cold expression in his eyes: "How many times should I say it? I am not your son. Your son was burned to death in the fire four years ago. He was not in the fire. I dared to shout and waited desperately for someone to rescue him, but in the end I could only watch myself being swallowed by the sea of ​​fire. He is dead, Xiao Ji, your son is dead!"

  Xiao Ji, your son is dead!

  These words are like a sharp knife, and they plunge into Xuan Pinghou's heart!

  Xiao Liulang decisively left.

  Xuan Pinghou's body was trembling slightly, he raised his hand to cover his heart.

  Fuck!

  It hurts...

  Xiao Liulang went back to Bishui Hutong with a cold suit. Before entering the house, he conquered his heart and walked into the courtyard.

  At this hour, everyone in the family has stopped. No accident, there is still a light for him in the hall.

  He walked in lightly, and Gu Jiao fell asleep on the table of the Eight Immortals in the hall again.

  The light illuminates her face and eyebrows softly, but it is different from the coldness in the past, her eyebrows are slightly frowning, and it seems that she is not very comfortable in her sleep.

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

  Not hot.

  He retracted his hand.

  He moved very lightly, but Gu Jiao was still awake, she gave him a dazed look: "Are you back?"

   Xiao Liulang realized that her face was not so good, he paused, and asked: "Where is it...Is it uncomfortable?"

  Gu Jiaoling yawned, "It's okay."

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

   "It's okay." She curled her lips, "I'm done with the hot water."

   "I will fight by myself, you go to sleep." Xiao Liulang urged again, in a tone that could not be rejected.

  Gu Jiao: "...good."

  She stood up, darted into the room, and lay on the bed.

  She is not a disease-free groaning temperament, even if she is sick, she will be fine unless she is really uncomfortable.

  Xiao Liulang glanced at her deeply from the crack in the door, without saying anything, turned around and went to the stove.

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

  It used to be sad in the country. Even a piece of brown sugar was useless at home, and I had to borrow it from the village... Now it’s not difficult at home, but she never seems to be as good to herself as to them.

  Xiao Liulang made a bowl of thick brown sugar **** tea and took it to Gu Jiao’s house.

  His cooking skills are not good, and the **** tea is battered.

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

  Gu Jiao snorted, opening her haunting little eyelids laboriously.

  She smelled a scent of brown sugar and **** juice, and a little mushy.

  She circled for three seconds.

  "Can I sit up by myself?" Xiao Liulang asked.

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

  Xiao Liulang: "..."

  Xiao Liulang put the brown sugar **** tea on the stool next to the bed, stretched out a slender jade hand, and gently lifted her up from the quilt.

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

  Gu Jiao sat on the head of the bed. She was half awake when she fell asleep. She looked at the brown sugar **** tea that he picked up again, her eyes brightened.

  Sanggong boiled brown sugar water for her.

  Sang Gong is so good.

How did Xianggong discover it?

  Gu Jiao came from Kushui at night. She rarely suffered from menstrual cramps. She only remembered that she had menarche in the countryside, and she never did it again.

  Strictly speaking, it’s not too painful today. It’s just sleepiness, lack of energy, and a little stuffy stomach.

  It is clear that she is an agent who can resist the pain of the lower tenth level, and can take the bullet without anesthetic, but for some reason, she is very intolerant to this kind of menstrual pain.

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

   Just as Gu Jiao stretched out her hand, she took it back silently, 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 mouth, gently squeezed the spoon, and started to drink.

  A bowl of brown sugar water soon reached the bottom.

   "Anything else?" She smacked her lips intently.

  Xiao Liulang looked at her chubby belly that couldn't be blocked by her bedclothes, and said, "Can't drink anymore."

  Gu Jiao’s eyes fell on the jade hand that he was holding the spoon to feed her: "Oh."

  Xiao Liulang took another sip of water and asked her to drink two more: "Go to sleep."

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

  Xiao Liulang met her gaze that cannot be ignored: "What's wrong? Is there anything else uncomfortable?"

  Ba Wangjiao said, what's wrong? You can be shot! Is this uncomfortable?

   said pretentiously, but the stomach is really uncomfortable.

  Finally, Jiao Qingjiao grabbed Bawangjiao, punched eighteen small punches, punched them into the size of five centimeters, and kicked them out!

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

   "Ah..." Xiao Liulang was dumb.

   "You sleep for a while, tomorrow will be fine."

  It's better not to ask.

   "Knead it for you?"

  Too close.

  Xiao Liulang is fighting between heaven and man in his heart. He looks at Gu Jiao. Gu Jiao is opening a pair of innocent eyes and staring at him unblinkingly, as if he is just saying that he is a scumbag super bastard.

  Xiao Liulang didn't understand how he read these things from a little eye.

  Finally he bit his head and sat down: "...press it for you."

   "Hmm!" Gu Jiao nodded!

  Xiao Liulang stretched out her well-knotted hands and reached into her bed. It was warm in the bed, and I could feel her body temperature with fingertips through the bedclothes.

  Xiao Liulang hesitated, covering her soft and cold belly with his palm.

  This is the first time, he really touched her so soft in a sober state, his palm seemed to be on fire and it was hot.

  (End of this chapter)