The return of the late emperor

The imperial capital, in front of the Kang Mansion.

Anxi led a group of servants to sweep the snow. They cleaned it from the street to the two stone lions at the gate. The snow they shoveled was piled directly on the base of the courtyard wall. It looked easy, but it was a labor-intensive job. .

So when Anxi left here temporarily for something, the people below started to mutter.

"At this time in previous years, where we need our house to clean up the snow, the other adults on the street have already taken care of this matter, for fear that other houses will take the lead."

Seeing Director An go far away, a servant complained softly.

"Why don't you understand this? They think that our Kang Mansion is in decline. Even if we still hold the military power, there are no generals in the mansion who can fight. The only one left is still guarding Huangling in Xiaozhongshan. "The servant next to him continued to shovel the snow, and answered accordingly.

The little attendant who complained before listened, couldn't help it, and sighed: "Well, even if the little general didn't go to guard the imperial tomb, the situation of our Kang Manor might not be much better than it is now. He is a noble monarch with the title of Ding'an on his head, and the late emperor passed away...he didn't even have a title."

As soon as these words were uttered, the surroundings became quiet for a moment. Someone tugged at the waiter's sleeve, and everyone stopped talking and continued to work honestly.

Not long after, Anxi came back with a happy face, but turned around without stopping and entered the mansion.

"Why is Manager An so happy?"

"I don't know, it's impossible for the little general to come back."

In the study room, Mrs. Kang was dozing off while sitting on the teacher's chair. When she heard footsteps approaching, she frowned: "What happened, why are you so reckless?"

An Xi bowed and leaned into Mrs. Kang's ear, and said softly: "It's confirmed, the one who guards Juyan is our little general."

Mrs. Kang was very happy when he heard this, but he didn't show any signs of it on his face. He said seriously: "Okay, I know about it. That child has nothing to do with our mansion. My grandson is still guarding the tomb in Xiaozhongshan , don’t keep asking about irrelevant things.”

"Yes, I understand." An Xi agreed with a smile, and poured a cup of tea for Mrs. Kang.

"Who sent you the letter?" Mrs. Kang took the tea, lifted the lid, and blew the tea leaves slowly.

Anxi suppressed her smile, and said softly: "It's a letter handed by a boy, judging from the handwriting, it's still the same person as last time."

Mrs. Kang stopped drinking tea, and put her hands on her chest after a while, her stiff fingers moved along the edge of the teacup, "It's still him"

"Well, it's him." An Xi closed her eyes, walked up to Mrs. Kang's shoulder, stretched out her hand and gently hammered the shoulder for the master.

Mrs. Kang sighed softly, closed her eyes, and dozed off gently again.

……

Today Zhang San used to come to hang out at the widower's door. He guarded the door for a long time but he didn't wait for the widower to go out. Instead, he waited for the mute who came out of the widower's house.

He caught a glimpse of the floral cloth package in the mute's hand, and at a glance he recognized that it was the leftovers from the clothes made by the widower Sun, and he immediately became angry: "Where did the wild man come from?"

As soon as his brothers heard what the boss said, they rolled up their sleeves and grabbed the package, threw it on the ground and started to step on it.

The mute looked at the burden that had been trampled beyond recognition, and thought about the two big white steamed buns that had just been stuffed inside. His heart ached so much that tears were about to fall, but he couldn't speak, and Widower Sun couldn't hear the outside at all. Come out and save him.

"Why are you crying? If you have the ability to snatch a man, don't cry." Zhang San was furious. This man still has face, right?

The mute flinched, and took two steps back holding his belly. Originally, he was wearing a puffy padded coat and didn't eat much. His six-month-old stomach couldn't be seen unless he looked carefully.

But the mute held his belly, and the pregnancy appeared, and Zhang San's eyes fell on it, and he became even more angry, "Well, Sun Xiangxiang, you made clothes for me on the front feet, and the child on the back feet is so big." He was about to grab the mute with his hand, ready to take the mute to confront Widower Sun.

The mute backed away until he was next to the wall. He wanted to knock on Widower Sun's door, but was stopped by Zhang San's brothers, and his hands and feet were trapped.

"Let me see what you look like, an elf." Before the boss could say anything, the brothers at the bottom wanted to give this man some flair, and someone picked up the ladle from the water tank under the eaves and turned to the mute Splashed a ladle of water.

It was already deep winter, and the cotton padded clothes on the mute were half soaked by the ladle of water. He shivered from the cold, and stared at Zhang San in fear, making no sound at all.

"I didn't expect to be a mute." The man who splashed the water smiled, and stretched out his hand to wipe the mute's face. Halfway through the wipe, his hand stopped, "Hey, he is still a beautiful mute, no wonder Sun Widower followed the boss behind his back. Hooked up."

"Fuck your father, take your hand away." Zhang San was very upset now, he didn't expect his subordinates to do this, and before he could speak, he poured water on a pregnant woman in this horrible weather It's heart-warming.Now that he knew that this man was still a mute, he couldn't bear it anymore, put his hands on his waist, and was about to take off his coat and put it on the mute.

"Oh." Li Si listened to the boss's words, and was about to withdraw his hands reluctantly, and finally touched and pinched the mute's face.

"I'm going to cut off his hand later." The man appeared again, and the mute heard the man say this, and he could feel the man hugging him, looking at the people around him coldly, his eyes full of Killing intent.

But the next moment, something surprising happened.

"Ah, my hand." Li Si screamed, and the finger that was cut off by a knife fell to the ground, rolled around, and was stained with mud. Seeing such a scene, he fainted suddenly.

Who is it again? The mute tilted his head, he knew it wasn't the person beside him who did it.

"Which brother on the road is it?" Zhang San stopped undressing, and asked with a frown, but he didn't hear an answer for a long time, and he cursed secretly in his heart, and left with his brother.

In the shadow of the corner, Xiao Jiu, dressed in gray, slowly turned out.Ming Ke left Juyan that day, and he was angry in his heart, so he couldn't help packing his bags and followed Ming Ke all the way to the south of the Yangtze River. It's a pity that he lost him in this ruined temple street, and he was angry again. When encountering such unpleasant things, he took action to teach him a lesson.

"Kang Yongjia?" The mute looked at the person who turned out from the corner, and heard the people around him questioningly.

Xiao Jiu frowned and said, "Why, you also know a man named Kang Yongjia?"

The mute waved his hands again and again, wanting to say, it's not me, it's the person beside me who knows you, but when he turned his head, he saw the person beside me running towards him.

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