After the Destiny Child was reborn

Today is a birthday he and Liang Jingzhan spent.

It was also a day when guilt made him breathless.

Fu Yanning didn't even dare to look back into his eyes, even if she glanced at her, she would be absorbed by his calmness.

He made a wrong choice before and harmed that person, but now he still has a chance, Fu Yanning doesn't want to let those things happen again.

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Finally, the day agreed with Xiao Chuanhou came.

Liang Jingzhan and Fu Yanning entered Jingzhao Mansion, only to see Xiao Weisheng walking up and down with a fan.

Marquis Xiao Chuan and Concubine Liu have not come yet.

"You guys are here. There is only one hour left, and Marquis Xiaochuan hasn't come yet." Seeing them, Xiao Weisheng, who had been pacing, finally closed his fan and stopped.

Liang Jingzhan sat down on his seat, closed his eyes, leaned back, and lazily leaned on the back of the chair: "Xiao Chuanhou Xingxu is still thinking about what to do, don't worry, just wait slowly."

"What do you mean?" Seeing that he was so calm, Xiao Weisheng hurriedly rushed over and leaned over to ask.

Liang Jingzhan didn't bother to open his eyes, and even his tone of voice was sleepy when he spoke just now.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Weisheng turned to ask Fu Yanning again, but saw that his eyes were black and blue, and he looked exhausted.

Xiao Weisheng hurriedly led Fu Yanning to the seat and sat down, he couldn't help being surprised: "What did you do last night? You didn't sleep all night?"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Weisheng went to ask someone to prepare two cups of hot tea.

Fu Yanning still kept his eyes open. After he sat down, he lowered his eyes and was thinking about how to answer him, when Liang Jingzhan spoke.

"I didn't do anything, just climbed to the eaves to watch the late moon."

"What did you say?" Xiao Weisheng almost dropped his jaw in shock.

His folding fan hit his hand, and he didn't have time to care about the pain: "Last night, I kept thinking about what to do, and I couldn't sleep well after tossing and turning."

"When you came in just now, I saw that your face was still calm, and I thought you were [-]% sure, but you didn't do anything. Could it be that you just sat here and waited to lose?"

Liang Jingzhan opened his eyes and smiled lightly, "Who said I'm going to lose?"

"If it's not a loss, then what is it?" Seeing that his hands were empty, Xiao Weisheng turned his head and looked at the door, but he didn't see any witnesses brought over. He couldn't help but panic, "What should we do now? Fu Shizhong..."

Xiao Weisheng looked at Fu Yanning with piercing eyes, seeking his advice.

But his eyes became disappointed again. A few days ago, Fu Yanning was still standing by Liang Jingzhan's side, letting him mess around.

Fu Yanning's face was as plain as ever, and he really said something similar to the last time: "King Rong knows it well, Xiao Dayin doesn't need to waste his words anymore."

This matter is consistent with Liang Jingzhan.

Xiao Weisheng didn't know what to say.

At this moment, two servants brought tea and put it at the table.

Liang Jingzhan picked up the tea, lifted the lid to smell it, and happily said, "Fu Shizhong seems to know me more and more."

Fu Yanning also picked up the tea, blew on the froth, and took a sip with lowered eyes: "After all, I lost the bet, and it is Your Highness who is ashamed."

Liang Jingzhan didn't speak, but smiled faintly while drinking tea.

Xiao Weisheng felt that only he was kept in the dark.

The two seemed to know something, but they just didn't tell him.

Xiao Weisheng guessed, his mind went blank, and he couldn't think of anything.

Look at their faces, apart from being calm, nothing can be seen. Xiao Weisheng couldn't hold back, and walked back and forth: "What are you guys hiding from me?"

"Secret." Liang Jingzhan took a few sips, put down his teacup, and closed his eyes to rest.

"What secret?" Xiao Weisheng looked at Fu Yanning.

Fu Yanning also put down his teacup, sat upright and straightened his sleeves: "I don't know either."

Xiao Weisheng didn't believe it, he knew Fu Yanning clearly.

Seeing that one of them was taking a nap and the other was straightening the sleeves which were not wrinkled, Xiao Weisheng became even more anxious.

The incense in the incense altar in the mansion was lit little by little, and the burnt incense ash fell into the altar one by one, and it was already halfway through.

Xiao Weisheng was still pacing back and forth with his folding fan.

Two people suddenly appeared at the door, Xiao Weisheng stopped when he saw it.

Liang Jingzhan also raised his eyelids, and looked at the door at the same time as Fu Yanning.

Marquis Xiao Chuan and his son-in-law stood at the door, blocking most of the light.

Marquis Xiao Chuan looked around the mansion, walked in with his head held high and asked, "Where is the evidence?"

Liang Jingzhan got up, his eyes were calm and calm, and the end of his eyes was slightly bent: "Why don't you sit down and talk slowly, young master?"

His voice was as calm as his expression, and there was no panic in his pale eyes, even with the wanton indulgence that is often seen in the capital city, as if he didn't care about anything.

And even in this situation, you can still laugh.

It's really rare, but he can also imagine that for an idiot, he may not know what it means to be ashamed.

After taking a few glances, Hou Xiaochuan's heart that had been raised in his throat finally fell to the ground like a stone.

He swaggered in after the son-in-law.

Seeing that there were only these few people in the mansion, and the scene he imagined did not appear, Hou Xiaochuan put down his vigilance and snorted.

He sat down on the mahogany chair opposite Liang Jingzhan, crossing one leg leisurely on the other: "I think you just don't have evidence and just want to delay time."

Xiao Weisheng pinched the handle of the fan, and looked at Liang Jingzhan with worry in his eyes.

In fact, he thought so too.

Liang Jingzhan didn't have anything in his hands, and now there was only half an hour left, and it was too late to look for evidence.

Liang Jingzhan returned Xiao Weisheng's frivolous eyes with a frivolous smile.

The light shining from the ends of the eyes that were as sharp as willow leaves really calmed down Xiao Weisheng's emotions temporarily.

He nodded, knocked on the folding fan in his hand, put it back in his sleeve, and went to send someone to serve tea.

Liang Jingzhan clapped his hands, squinted at Xiao Chuanhou and smiled: "Your Lord is really right, I really plan to procrastinate for a while."

Marquis Xiao Chuan also laughed, his oily face was full of sarcasm: "King Rong only has half an hour to work, if you can't find it, there is still time to beg for mercy."

"Half an hour is enough." Liang Jingzhan didn't look at him, but looked outside the door by accident when he turned his head.

The incense burnt on the table was broken one after another, the sun outside was slanting westward little by little, and the shadows cast on the ground by the people coming and going on the road were also being stretched a little bit.

Xiaochuanhou pressed the armrest, raised his head and laughed, his legs shook unconsciously: "Okay, I'll give you half an hour to think about what song to sing to me?"

The son-in-law pulled Xiao Chuan Hou's sleeve, Xiao Chuan Hou waved his hand, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't worry."

Concubine Liu also stared at the door, for fear that someone would come out suddenly.

His eyes remained outside the door, and by lowering his body, he persuaded his younger brother: "It's almost enough. If those who were let go are met by King Rong by chance, we will all die."

"Brother, didn't you say that with you here, you can solve whatever happens? In front of an idiot, we can't mess around. I looked at him and knew that he had nothing to do. He was just delaying time on purpose and there was nothing to do worried."

Xiao Chuanhou patted the back of his hand, seeing that he was still looking like an enemy, he lost his patience immediately, and couldn't help but raise his voice:

"Brother, don't worry anyway, just wait to enjoy King Rong's singing. But, look at his appearance, if you can let him dance for reward, how would it feel?"

His voice was so loud that Xiao Weisheng, who came over to pass tea, could hear him.

Xiao Weisheng slammed the teacup on the desk again, and a few drops of hot tea jumped out of the cup lid: "I hope that the young master should be careful when speaking. The young master must know what the value of a jailer is."

Marquis Xiao Chuan naturally understood the value of jailers that Xiao Weisheng said.

This is to say that after entering the prison of Jingzhao Mansion, no matter how big an official is or how noble his status is, he has to face the punishment of the jailers with a shy face, and he even has to keep currying favor with them in order to reduce punishment.

In short, even in his Jingzhao Mansion, the words are still spoken by him.

Xiao Chuanhou was so angry that he jumped off his chair, his face changed shape: "You dare to face me in front of my son-in-law... talking like this?"

The son-in-law clenched his fists and hammered the wooden chair heavily. Anger and anxiety were suppressed in his voice: "Stop talking."

Xiao Chuanhou didn't understand why the son-in-law was angry. He saw the son-in-law looking out the door, so he looked over.

And the person at the door also made a sound, and walked straight towards Liang Jingzhan: "Master."

In came a man with a ghostly face.

Liang Jingzhan raised his eyes lazily: "Did someone bring it?"

"Here, he's outside. This subordinate brought him in." Bai Wen lowered his head, his voice was short and powerful.

"Okay." Liang Jingzhan just sat upright, picked up the unfinished tea and took a sip.

Bai Wen turned around and left. When he turned his head, his eyes flicked over Xiao Chuan Hou and the son-in-law, and his eyes froze slightly.

Marquis Xiao Chuan and his son-in-law trembled subconsciously, and the eyes behind the mask pierced them directly through the eyeholes of the mask with a strong sense of warning and intimidation.

The two suddenly felt bad and looked at each other.

The son-in-law's eyes were mostly fear and worry, while Xiao Chuanhou's eyes were more unbelievable, as if he had seen a ghost.

The eyes of the two moved slowly towards the door like nails, and they both knew that the next thing seemed to be bad for them.

But Hou Xiaochuan still felt that there was hope of redemption in his heart.

For the son-in-law, this hope has been completely shattered, especially after he re-examined Liang Jingzhan's calm appearance and seemed not to take the bet to heart.

This is not indifferent to the bet, nor is it ready to lose, but a determination to win.

The noise of people on the street made the mansion even more silent for a moment.

In the ears of everyone here, there is always the sound of water flowing in the leak, whether it is fast or slow, only they know.

"People are coming." The ghost-faced man appeared again, this time there were a few more people tied up beside him, and a large black lacquered wooden box.

Seeing the box, Marquis Xiao Chuan and his son-in-law stood up as if they had been pricked by a needle.

Xiao Weisheng and Fu Yanning breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time, and the cautious expressions on their faces disappeared a lot.

"Who are these people, the young master should know very well, right?" Liang Jingzhan put down his teacup and walked leisurely to the wooden box at the door.

The author has something to say: Keleu, an ancient tool used to measure time with water

Xiao Weisheng: What did you guys do behind my back last night?

Liang Jingzhan: I just slept for one night.

Xiao Weisheng:! ! !