After I was reborn, the scumbag was good

"But that was his fault, not mine."

Xiao Qinghe was stunned by these words for a moment, the woman's body fragrance brushed his nostrils, and it took him a long time to react after Meng Tang Yingying left.

I just feel... admirable.

Even the people he has always looked down upon live so clearly.

On the other hand, I am indecisive, can afford it but can't let it go.

Why didn't he say it so confidently that it was Zongzhengxu's fault and Zongzhengxu's regret to miss him and let him down.

not his.

When Xiao Qinghe came back to his senses, Jin Suyan also came out of the room, with an awkward look, it seemed that he no longer had so much hostility towards Meng Tang.

Jin Suyan sent him to the outside of the palace wall. He was silent all the way, and finally he was sent to the sedan chair. When he was about to part, the child said: "Qinghe, Brother Jin likes that woman very much. She seems to like Brother Jin very much too. I am Shouldn't you continue to hate her?"

Xiao Qinghe smiled lightly, stretched out his hand from the sedan chair and touched his head, and said softly: "Su Yan just needs to be himself, if you don't hate it, don't make it difficult for yourself to hate it, if you still hate it, don't even bother Force yourself to like it."

He blinked and whispered, "Just don't let your brother find out that you hate her, quietly."

The child seemed to understand but half understood, but instinctively obeyed what the adults said, with an "oh".

Xiao Qinghe put down the car curtain and set off.

Jin Suyan is still a child after all, so you don't have to be too wronged if you like it or hate it.

Whether Meng Tang is good or not is naturally in his heart.

Now that the country is prosperous and the people are safe, the situation is stable, and there is no need to force children to grow up and bear so much unhappiness.

When he arrived at the place soon, someone naturally opened the curtain for him.

Xiao Qinghe got off the sedan chair, but smelled an unusual smell.

He went out, there should be no other people here except for three or five family members and two little girls who serve him in daily life.

But under the originally bare eaves, a gold and ink plaque was hung.

The letter: stay late in the Qing Dynasty.

"..." Xiao Qinghe knew whose masterpiece it was at a glance, stepped into the door in two steps, and saw Zong Zhengchi who was lying on the table writing couplets with a brush in his hand.

"What are you doing?" He asked knowingly and walked over, glanced at it, and said bluntly: "Let's say it first, you are not allowed to hang such ugly things on both sides of my door frame."

Maybe it's because we haven't seen each other for a long time, the last time we met, we only exchanged a few words in a hurry, and it wasn't even as long as the night wind blowing.

Zongzhengchi was very happy. Seeing him, he stopped writing. He dropped the pen and rushed towards him.

Xiao Qinghe spoiled him as much as before, stretched out his arms to hug him, and reprimanded him softly, "How old are you still acting like a baby? Don't you feel ashamed? Huh?"

Zongzheng didn't reply for a long time, he rubbed his head on the back of his neck, and said in a trembling voice: "Qinghe, you are finally back."

Xiao Qinghe was also very emotional in his heart, sighed softly, patted him on the back to coax him, but this man was still holding him like a rice cake, he lost his patience immediately, and tore him off his body, "Stand for me good!"

Zongzhengchi was no longer afraid of him, he stood up straight with a smile, and asked him, "Qinghe, what do you think of my words?"

"Ugly." Xiao Qinghe said bluntly, then turned around and went to lie down in the yard.

Zong Zhengchi followed naturally, and squatted aside, his eyes locked on him, calm but persistent.

Xiao Qinghe was unconscious, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Affected by the sudden appearance of Meng Tang the night before, he fell asleep until late at night, and bumped around in the classroom for a long time during the day, so he was naturally very sleepy at this time.

He stretched out a hand and waved it in the air, touched a head without any surprise, then closed his eyes and ordered: "Chi Zai, go, let the kitchen make me a bowl of lotus porridge, I'll drink it when I get up .”

Xiao Qinghe Ben was born as a young master, so his skill at commanding people is certainly not behind.

"Okay," Chi Zai hesitated for a moment, smiled, and carefully asked the sleepy person in front of him who was about to fall asleep, "Qinghe, then... the plaque, just hang it like this?"

Xiao Qinghe was very sleepy, too lazy to talk to others, turned over so that his feet could also be exposed to the warm sun, stretched out his feet and kicked him, and said: "If you are not afraid of the neighbors' ridicule, then you can go, Even if you hang obscene clothes and trousers on the beam, you can do whatever you like."

"Okay." Zongzhengchi left cheerfully, a weak wind was blown, and Xiao Qinghe slept peacefully.

During this period, I felt something soft on my forehead.

When he woke up again, he had an extra shawl on his body, Zong Zhengchi should have taken it out of the house, but it wasn't his, it had Chi's smell on it.

Xiao Qinghe fell into a deep sleep this time, and even someone beating on a pile of bamboo beside him failed to wake him up.

He lazily yawned and walked over. He really couldn't understand what Zong Zhengchi was going to do, "What are these bamboos for?"

"Living here is so troublesome!" Zong Zhengchi raised his sleeves, wiped the sweat off his forehead casually, and complained, "To make a chair, I have to go to the city to hire a carpenter, so I might as well do it myself."

"..." Xiao Qinghe looked at the pile of long and short bamboo tubes and several connected crooked shelves on the ground, and said sincerely: "Chi Zai, you can reach the imperial city in less than ten miles. , There is also a standing chariot and horse here, and the best craftsmen in the city can be invited in less than half a day, without..."

"You don't think my work looks good?" Zongzheng Chi squinted his eyes, and the sweat beads on his forehead glistened under the sunlight.

"No, no." Xiao Qinghe waved his hands, smiled stiffly, and said bravely, "It looks good, you go ahead, I'll have porridge."

Zong Zhengchi seemed to have returned to his childlike nature. As long as no one was with him, he could do anything for 3 minutes. Xiao Qinghe was not in the yard, so he naturally didn't want to stay. The servant quickly found the craftsman, drove his rocking chair out before noon tomorrow, and then followed Xiao Qing and his butt into the house.

"Qinghe wait for me! Such a big pot of lotus seed porridge, you can't finish it in a month's confinement, why worry!"

Xiao Qinghe turned his head and stared at him, feeling unhappy, "Who is confinement?"

"I'll be in confinement, I'll be in confinement!" Zong Zhengchi hung his arms around his neck, and walked him into the room with a smile on his arms, while saying, "Father, help me quickly, my son wants me The waist is broken!"

"Get out." Xiao Qinghe cursed with a smile, and they entered the room together.

There are wing rooms in the other courtyard, even though Zongzheng Chi sneered to follow, Xiao Qinghe drove them over to live alone.

Just kidding, being in the same room with this talker, no matter how sleepy you are, you can get away from it.

On the second day, Monk Xiao Qing was still in a daze, and the sound of banging in the courtyard had been ringing for half the morning.

"Yo, are you really invited?"

The one who was making the bamboo chairs in the courtyard was the craftsman invited by Zong Zhengchi overnight.

That skill, just by looking at it, is much better than Zongzheng Chi's.

In the end, the work was finished before noon.

When Xiao Qinghe went to lie down on the chair after lunch, Zongzheng Chi joyfully brought out the chair he had just made and placed it side by side with his. The eyes are closed, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, leisurely and satisfied.

When the sun had set, Zongzheng passed the door with "Qing Chiju" hanging on it, and when he hurried in, he saw this scene. The two were sleeping, very close and intimate.

One of them was supposed to be his, the one who shared the same bed with him, hugged him countless times, and made love.

Zongzhengxu couldn't imagine what kind of eyes he would look at him when he opened his eyes, so he didn't wake him up, but just picked up the person beside him, put him on the ground, and stared intently at the person who was still there. A person in a deep sleep.

Xiao Qinghe was woken up by the sound of quarreling, and he stopped breathing as soon as he opened his eyes.

The two Zongzheng family brothers stood facing each other, swords drawn, the younger one's eyes were red and his breathing was short of breath.

"What are you doing here?" His words were cold and his face was not worried. It was his shell, the shell he used to protect himself.

Zongzhengxu lost his energy almost instantly, looked at him with burning eyes, and said after a while, "I'll pick you up."

Xiao Qinghe held his breath in his chest, all his anger welled up all at once, he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Pick me up? You are the king of a country respected by all people, how can grassroots people be so lucky?"

"Qinghe, don't be like this..." Zongzhengxu stared at him almost in pain, and couldn't say anything else.

"Who the hell wouldn't do this?" Xiao Qinghe stood up from the chair, all kinds of emotions in his heart were churning together, his heart hurt, and his tone was naturally not kind, "Zongzheng Xu, have you already got what you want? What are you doing here?!"

"I'll pick you up." Zongzheng Xu insisted with red eyes, "Qinghe, I'll pick you up."

Xiao Qinghe was so angry that he laughed, the pain in his chest became more and more intense, and his voice began to tremble, "Home? Tell me, which home do you want to take me back to?"

Zongzheng Xu looked at him well, and asked him accusingly, "Qinghe, you are Qinghe."

"Why? Why did you tell everyone but not me?!"

Zongzhengchi was almost shocked by Zongzhengxu's thick skin, and was so angry that he rushed forward to beat him up. Xiao Qinghe hugged him in time, so he had to kick and beat him while yelling by name and surname, "Zongzhengxu , Why do you say such things?! What qualifications do you have to talk to Qinghe like this?!"

"Qinghe told you clearly when he fell off the cliff two years ago, he doesn't want you anymore! Why are you so thick-skinned, you dare to come to him, it's really shameless!"

As he spoke, his expression was extremely distressed, "Brother Huang, can't you let Qinghe go? He has suffered too much for you, don't you think it's not enough?"

Because his mood gradually stabilized, Xiao Qinghe's arms around his waist gradually loosened, his eyes quickly turned red, and he wanted to cry so much.

Zongzhengxu was silent for a long time, his teeth were about to be crushed, and then he murmured three words: "I'm sorry."

"Qinghe, I'm sorry."

This sentence was too late, Xiao Qinghe did not feel relaxed because of this sentence.

"I don't accept it." After finishing speaking, he turned and entered the inner courtyard, closing the door behind him.

Zongzheng stood outside for a while, and whispered something to Zongzheng who was in a certain agitation: "Brother Emperor, don't fight me this time."

Zongzheng Xu didn't say a word, he just looked up at him with a firm gaze, "Qinghe should be mine."

"That was in the past." After Zong Zhengchi finished speaking, he entered the room and closed the door.

Isolate the king of a country in Huai Lei outside.