The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

Xue Mingyue slept a little uneasily.

Dimly, she seemed to feel someone looking at her. The gaze was too direct and hot, which she was not used to. Her delicate brows wrinkled slightly, and she subconsciously hid her face under the quilt.

In the end, only half of his face was exposed, and his butterfly-feather-like eyelashes trembled uneasily.

Xie Lang curled his lower lip silently.

He didn't think that he was the culprit at all, but he was so cute by the scene in front of him.

He bent down, reached out and gently scratched her nose.

The moment he stood up, Xie Lang's phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed, and he looked back coldly, meeting the eyes of Ling Su, who was standing in front of the door with eyes filled with anger, and their eyes met.

There was a crackling sound in the air.

The silent exchange spread.

Xie Lang twitched the corners of his lips, slowly retracted his hand, straightened his wrists, and gave him a provocative look. Then he walked away wherever he came from and climbed out of the window almost silently.

Ling Su was so angry that he almost burst into flames, and his knuckles cracked when he squeezed them.

He only had time to glance at Xue Mingyue hastily, and when he saw that she wasn't awake, he chased her out the same way.

The two men reached a consensus at this moment.

No one wanted to fight in Lou's house, let alone wake up Xue Mingyue. One used Qinggong to lead the way, and the other chased after him. They didn't stop until they appeared in a spacious and deserted house.

He said nothing and started fighting as soon as he stopped.

Neither of them used weapons, so they moved forward and began to attack each other, punching to the flesh, and hitting the vulnerable parts of the body with every move.

Ling Su learned martial arts in a wild way. Even though Lou Zhizhang later hired martial arts masters for him, those martial arts masters could only guide him to get started, but could not teach him for a long time because he grew up too fast.

So no one can correct his path.

Xie Lang was different. He followed the most orthodox martial arts path, but he followed his parents and soldiers to kill enemies on the front line very early on. His style of moves gradually became more sharp and one-move-defeating.

Originally I wanted to try Ling Su's kung fu, but later I really got angry.

There was a bit of coldness in his brows. He grabbed Ling Su's exposed flaw, grabbed his arm and twisted his back to remove his strength. He grabbed his head and slammed him against the tree in the house. .

"Have you beaten enough?" The voice was surprisingly cold.

"Don't think that you can prove anything by defeating me today."

Ling Su was breathing heavily, his eyes were filled with ferocity and scarlet, and he sneered: "Do you know how dangerous she was in the paddock? She almost died! Where were you who could beat me then?"

Xie Lang lowered his eyes, the ink in his eyes surged.

"It was my negligence that time."

"I have already taken care of the people behind the assassin. No one will be able to harm her in the future."

"You can only deceive that fool Mingyue."

Ling Su spat out blood. He turned his head with great effort and looked straight at Xie Lang, like an unruly wolf: "Do you believe this? You can neither protect her nor give her any thought." I advise you to let go of the life you want as soon as possible."

After doing it for a long time, it turned out that I was here to persuade him to let go.

Xie Lang sneered, his dark eyes full of mockery and determination, and he asked coldly: "Then you can do it? Do you know what Mingyue's favorite milk drink is? Did you do it?”

"The cows sent from the northwest pasture, the tea leaves worth a thousand gold or a tael, how can you afford these things?"

Ling Su's throat slid slightly, and he was momentarily speechless.

Not to mention a thousand pieces of gold, he couldn't get even one piece of gold.

"If she wears clothes made by Jinlu Pavilion, if the silk and satin she uses is a tribute from Jiangnan, even a hundred taels of silver can't buy half a piece, and if the quilt she covers is the softest silk quilt, she likes pearls, gems, agate, and I am studying medicine at the hospital of Hetai Hospital."

"Tell me, can you give me such a life?"

Without waiting for his answer, Xie Lang said: "I can, I can put the best things in the world in front of her."

Ling Su stared at him, his mouth full of the smell of rusty blood.

He said hoarsely: "You only have the identity of a marquis."

A mocking smile appeared on Xie Lang's lips.

She lowered her head to meet his murderous eyes and said coldly: "We are a married couple. It is you who should recognize your identity. From what standpoint are you saying these words to me? You are not even as good as the guards around her. ."

At least the guards could stay by her side legitimately.

But why should he, Ling Su?

Even if he can stay with her, he can only borrow the identity of Dean Lou. So what if he has martial arts skills?

Xie Lang let go of his hand and said coldly: "Even without me, you can't bring Mingyue out of the Xue Mansion. Mingyue may not choose me, but you have never been included in the choice."

He wanted to say these words a long time ago. Why do you, Ling Su, question me?

He said that Ming Yue could avoid those disasters if she married him, but why didn't he think about it? With his status and ability, it was impossible to bring her out of Xue's house.

Ling Su couldn't, and Jiang Hua couldn't either.

Ling Su lowered his eyes and slowly wiped the blood from his mouth with his thumb. His whole body seemed to be severely hit by these words, and he did not say anything for a long time.

"I can give you a chance to move up."

Xie Lang threw his belt card in front of him, left the abandoned mansion with Qinggong and said these words: "Whether you want to seize this opportunity or not, it's up to you."

Soon, Ling Su was the only one left in the silent mansion.

He was half leaning on the tree trunk, with several blue marks on his face from being beaten. He covered his eyes with the back of his hand and smiled bitterly.

He knew that what Xie Lang said was not entirely correct, and he thought of countless things to refute Xie Lang in his mind, but in the end he couldn't say a word because he really had never stood by Mingyue's side.

Even if there is no Xie Lang, there is still Jiang Hua.

There was no way it would be his turn as a beggar who was picked up by her when he was a child. If it hadn't been for her, he would have froze to death on that cold night.

There was so little he could do for her.

Ling Su's chest kept rising and falling, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the waist badge left by Xie Lang. After hesitating for a few moments, he picked it up.

——The front of the waistband has the word "Thank you" written on it, and the back has the flag of the Dingyuan Army.

His pupils shrank slightly and he clenched his waistband suddenly.

...Dingyuan Army.

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It's getting late, Lou Mansion.

In the kitchen, Liu Xing hummed a cheerful tune and smelled the gradually getting stronger fragrance. She happily gave a thumbs up and sighed: "Chef Li, it really has to be you."

"That's not true. When it comes to cooking, I'm second, but no one can be first in front of me."

Chef Li was overwhelmed with compliments.

He said proudly: "There are so many cooks in the Marquis' mansion, but the Marquis sent me here. Why? Naturally, it's because the food I cook is the most suitable for Madam. Lao Li, I am the best cook in Mocheng!"

"…Mocheng?"

Liu Xing was stunned for a moment, Mocheng wasn't in Jiangnan, right?