Xiaohou Ye and his childhood sweetheart

After planning everything, when Xiao Xing remembered it, it was already noon.Seeing off the envoy from Qidao Mountain, it seems that lunch is about to be had.She turned sideways and asked, "Where is Lord Hou?"

The servant girl responded, "Master Hou is still in the study."

Still in the study?That weird feeling came again, A Zong was still troubled by reading when he woke up yesterday, but when he opened his eyes today, he knew he was going to the training ground.

After one night, Ah Zong seemed to have grown up a bit.Realizing this, she couldn't help but clenched her palms nervously, and quickly walked towards the study.

The door was pushed open, Huai Zong stared at a painting in a daze, and when he realized that Xiao Xing was only an arm's length away from her, he panicked and wanted to hide the painting.Subconscious reaction, unspeakable guilty conscience.

If she was honest and did not move, Xiao Xing might not come forward to disturb her, but her movement was not small, and she seemed to be a thief.

Thinking of something, Xiao Xing laughed, with indescribable tenderness in his clear and elegant tone: "What are you hiding? A Zong, why don't you show me too?"

Huai Zong blushed: "No, you can't watch."

"Why can't I see it?"

"Anyway, you can't watch."

"Oh? Then I must take a look." Xiao Xing stopped there, and slowly stretched out his hand, "A Zong, give it to me."

"Do you have to read it?" Huai Zong moved hesitantly: "I didn't see it on purpose. I originally wanted to read the book, but I accidentally saw it after flipping through it."

She handed over the painting slowly, a little afraid to look into Xiao Xing's eyes, as if she was shy.

Xiao Xing casually took the painting, at first she was still smiling, but when she looked down, her face suddenly flushed red!Even that slender and white hand couldn't help shaking...

On the portrait, the lines are smooth and delicate, which shows the care of the person who wrote the pen.

The beauty's thin shirt is slightly open, she is lying on the couch, her exquisite figure is clear at a glance, the eyebrows, the eyes, the rolling white snow-capped mountains, the thin willow waist, the straight and slender jade legs, and even every toe The portrayal is lifelike.

Very charming, very confused.But the point is whether the brushwork is exquisite or not?

The point is, the person in the portrait...is her.

When Huai Zong made her angry in those years, she often used paintings to bury people, but she never thought that the person who was called a bright and clean gentleman by the whole literary world would hide in his study and secretly draw such a blatant picture of spring sleep .

She looked and looked to make sure that no one had been wronged.This is Huai Zong's study room, and the portrait is in the same line as Huai Zong's brushwork, that is to say, Huai Zong is carrying her on his back, did he really have those thoughts for her?

This……

What does this teach her?

If faced with the romantic Lin Chunhou, she could still take a portrait on her face, but the one standing in front of her was an innocent child. In this situation, seeing Ah Zong with her head down, she couldn't even say a serious sentence. can not say.

"Is it nice?" she asked.

Huai Zong nodded, then shook his head, sincerely and fearfully.

Seeing that the tips of her ears were red, Xiao Xing put the portrait into the painting tube calmly, his lips moved slightly: "Ah Zong, how old are you?"

"Seven years old."

"Seven years old?" Xiao Xing was taken aback for a moment: "Didn't you just turn five years old yesterday?"

"Yes, but it is indeed seven years old today."

"..."

When it comes to talking nonsense with open eyes, Xiao Xing is far inferior to Huai Zong. Thinking that men and women are seated differently at seven years old, even though Huai Zong is a woman, she just looked at this painting for a long time, and she couldn't help feeling annoyed: "From now on, don't look at these again something!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Xing blushed when he thought that the painting was drawn by the person in front of him, and went straight out of the study with the painting tube in his arms.

Once Huai Zong broke down, it would be really... She sighed a long time, tried her best to shake off those inappropriate thoughts in her mind, and then thought of another thing.

Yesterday Ah Zong said that she was five years old, but today she is seven years old, what is the difference between seven years old and five years old, recalling the difference between Huai Zong these two days, Xiao Xing finally realized that perhaps Huai Zong was not lying.

When Huai Zong was seven years old, he studied literature and martial arts, and his diligence was astonishing.

And seven years old is also the age to be shy.

Does that mean that there is hope for Huai Zong to recover?

Keeping this in mind, when he woke up the next day, looking at the person beside him who slowly opened his eyes, Xiao Xing's throat was slightly itchy, and he asked nervously and restrainedly: "Zong, how old are you today?"

Huai Zong hadn't completely broken free from the drowsiness, her eyes were empty, she raised her hand and yawned, with tears in her eyes, she thought about it carefully: "Nine years old."

Crawled out from the brocade quilt, before leaving, she covered the quilt for Xiao Xing casually: "You can sleep again."

There is a little more calmness in the tone.

Xiao Xing's breath was stagnant, and he wanted to stop her, but he finally shut up.Five years old, seven years old, nine years old, Ah Zong is getting better day by day, so she can't slack off.

Thinking of what she had to do today, she suddenly felt that the road ahead was bright.Things seemed easier than she expected.

On the ninth day of August, Princess Dongling invited Jing Yan, a great Confucian scholar, to a banquet in Shizilou.

That day Suzaku Street had a confrontation with the princess in front of everyone, but now the city is full of storms, and the accusations are getting more and more intense.

The literary world exploded, and the circle of the rich and famous was also very lively.There were those who waved the flag and shouted for the predecessors, while others complained about the injustice for the young couple.

Although the princess Dongling's attitude is arrogant, she is right in saying that when it comes to relatives and estrangements, the princess is the serious Mrs. Hou.

As the official wife of Linchun Hou Mingmei, she didn't say anything, but the senior said that Hou Ye was possessed by evil spirits, which sounded like nonsense.

Even if Lin Chunhou is really not as good as before, even if his face is disfigured, even if he can't lift a pen, the princess is willing to believe that he is sick, why does senior still stab someone in the heart?

The theory of demons and evils came fiercely. Some people fueled the flames, and some people suppressed them with iron and blood methods. One came and two went. This giant standing tall in the literary world, while stirring up public opinion, his reputation was affected to some extent.

Sooner or later, the Hou Mansion will have a fight with this great Confucian.Things in the literary world are as simple as they are simple, but complicated things cannot be explained clearly in two or three pages.

Rumors are terrifying, three people become tigers, there is a lot of turmoil, there is everything to say, everything to believe, everyone wants to wait for a clear distinction between black and white.

After all, that is the mansion of the Marquis of Linchun, which has been famous for hundreds of years, and it is the supreme existence that carries the soul of Luan's army!How can it be confused with evil spirits?

Some people refuted it, and some people refuted it, until Xiao Xing invited people to a banquet with a golden invitation card.

So Jing Yan came here in a big way.

In front of the scholar building, it was overcrowded.The literati's banquet is not a Hongmen banquet, but it is better than a Hongmen banquet.

Walking out of the soft sedan chair, Xiao Xing took Huai Zong's hand and said in a warm voice, "Are you afraid?"

Huai Zong was dressed in a long gown of moon white, with clear and clean eyebrows and eyes, and a calm breath. She thought she had made mental preparations for today's banquet in advance, so she grinned at Xiao Xing: "I'm not afraid."

Because of her smile, the red marks on the willow leaves on the cheeks became inexplicably brighter. At first glance, the white jade was stained with blemishes, which made people feel sad.

Lin Chunhou is young and frivolous, everyone loves her for her flirtatious, free-spirited, free-spirited, well-written poems, and she is also handsome. In the past, just looking at that face could eat two more bowls of rice, but now...it's a pity that she is superior The fairy fell into the mortal world.

The more handsome she was, the more obtrusive that willow leaf red mark would be.

Xiao Zuo, who was mixed in with the crowd, suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Kill Huai Zong! Kill the demons!"

There was a sudden exclamation, like a drop of water splashed into an oil pan, the crackling never stopped.

Xiao Xing snorted coldly, and was about to speak when Huai Zong beside her let go of her hand, boldly walked towards the chaotic crowd, and spoke steadily:

"People say I'm a demon, because I have a red mark on my face? You say I'm a demon, because I can't write a beautiful chapter that shocks the world?"

"Why do you call me a demon? I am a descendant of the Huai family. My mother taught me to be loyal to the emperor and love the country. Let me tell you the truth. I am not a demon. The real demon is hidden in the hearts of bad guys. Don't let anyone take advantage of you."

Her voice was not loud, and the moment she spoke, more people fell silent.There was no anger in her words, let alone unwillingness, it was a kind of absolute calm relief.

She doesn't care about being called a demon, she cares about being deceived by people who don't know the truth.

This thought passed through the minds of the common people, looking at those clear and clear eyes, those vicious words could not be uttered anymore.

They believed in Jing Yan, a great Confucian, but they also had great trust in Linchunhou's Mansion.

The hundred-year-old Hou's mansion, the country's spring, is just like Princess Xiao asked in the street, isn't the blood shed by the Huai family enough to teach people to be good?

Seeing these people being appeased, Huai Zong smiled. That smile was so gentle and delicate that people subconsciously ignored the imprint on her face: "I believe in Ah Xing, don't worry, can you?"

With a gentle and soft voice, with a strange charm that attracts people to return to goodness, Xiao Xing, who is not far away, looks at Huai Zong who is walking towards her step by step, feeling honored.

This is the person she loves, even if she has not fully grown up, even if she has a mind of only nine years old, she will not run away from what she should take on, and no matter how afraid she is, she will face difficulties.

Huai Zong walked to her side, held Xiao Xing's hand again, and said in a voice that the two of them could only hear: "Ah Xing, what did I say just now, how about it?"

Her hands were sweaty, and her palms were soaked in layers of coolness. Xiao Xing didn't dislike her, but was very happy.

This feeling is like re-witnessing Huai Zong's growth. She walked with her firmly in those years, and it is still the same today.

"Ah Zong performed very well. Next, it's up to me."

Xiao Xing took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped her knuckles little by little, with a smile in his eyes, the beauty revealed in an instant, made Shi Zilou quickly quiet down.

When the banquet started, Xiao Xing toasted, and the elegant and Confucian Jing Yan on the opposite side also toasted.

The so-called high moral and prestige refers to the good reputation and popularity accumulated in the literary world for ten years.

Jing hates this person. When he was young, he was amazingly talented. When he entered middle age, he devoted himself to cultivating rookies.

But it was such a saint who almost forced them to jump into the pit and never climb out again.

Daru Jing was tired and calm, with his usual kindness in his eyes: "Princess Xiao, it is in vain for you to be the princess of the royal family but you don't know people well. There are evildoers in the country, and turmoil will arise. Marquis Lin Chun is full of talents, but the sky is jealous of the talents and teaches the evil spirits." Take advantage of the loophole."

"The person in front of me is incapable of literature and martial arts. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is stupid. I am not afraid of the powerful and willing to speak out for the literary world. If you say that she is not a demon, can you prove one or two things?"

Holding the wine glass, Huai Zong casually pressed Xiao Xing's hand, she smiled: "The old man's words are too unpleasant, who are you calling stupid? Do you think I look like a stupid person?"

She swung her wine glass slowly: "Ah Xing is right, I'm just sick. Which one of you present has never been sick?"

There were low whispers from Shizilou.

"There is always a day when you get better when you are sick, but what about you?" Jing Yan raised a cold and mocking arc: "Don't deceive the world anymore!"

"You don't believe it because you are ignorant, but there are always people who believe it." Huai Zong held the wine glass and pretended not to drink. She was afraid that she would be drunk and not see the scene of Ah Xing beating the dog in the water.

Turning her mind away, she put down the wine cup: "Ah Xing, this old man is stubborn, come here."

Xiao Xing nodded, with a pretty face and a gentle voice, but what he said was like a blow to the head!

"Who is it that deceives the world? Jing Yan, Senior Jing, the illegitimate son of Xun Guo's Jing family, who set foot in Luan Kingdom at the age of 16, and worshiped twelve famous teachers successively. The princess just asks you, read the sage books and serve him well." Which king is it?"

After the initial astonishment, Jing Yan calmly raised his head and drank a glass of wine: "The story that Princess Xiao made up is not exciting enough."

"Wonderful? I can't live a more wonderful life than Senior Jing."

Xiao Xing raised his hand, and spread the long scroll along the ground: "In the third year of Qingyan, you assassinated the grain and grass officer at the border gate, and burned the grain and grass before the war."

"In the fourth year of Qingyan, you cultivated your cronies to do those deeds."

"In the sixth year of Qingyan's reign, the largest gold selling cave in Luan City was built, transporting 3 taels of silver to Xunguo every year."

"In the eighth year of Qingyan, you arranged for secret agents to infiltrate various government offices and search for secrets!"

"In the 12th year of Qingyan, 32 members of the Yang family were wiped out, and the city defense map was stolen! In the 16th year of Qingyan..."

Every word is crying blood, too many to write.

All the witnesses and physical evidence that could prove the facts were smashed down, making people's hearts heavy and limbs trembling.

The most respected and respected Confucian Jing Yan, all kinds of masks are exposed in front of the public, and the evidence is as solid as a mountain!

If it wasn't for chance and coincidence, it might take some time and effort for Qi Daoshan to collect these evidences.Xiao Xing raised his eyelids lightly: "Senior, do you have anything to say?"

At this juncture, in the face of the disgust and accusations of the Chinese people, Jing Yan can still maintain the same good self-cultivation as before: "The old man is very surprised. I have almost forgotten many of these things myself. How do you know?"

"Maybe the sky is going to kill you." Xiao Xing didn't intend to implicate Qi Daoshan, she chuckled, "It's hard for senior to be as stable as Mount Tai, isn't it going to reveal the accomplice behind the scenes?"

"What do you say, so what if you don't talk? Winners and losers, losers are losers." A smile flashed in Jing Yan's eyes: "Five years ago, when I first saw you, I admired you very much. You are the one I admire most in Luan Kingdom."

"The more I admire you, the more I want to get rid of you. The tender seedlings will grow vigorously, and sooner or later they will become towering trees. The eight hundred elite soldiers spent in Xishan failed to kill you, time and life."

"You held a banquet today. I thought it was nothing more than a small fight. How much trouble can a girl doll cause if she has the ability? Facts have proved that I underestimated you young people."

"Yes, you are old."

"Am I really old?"

Jing Yan's eyes were cloudy, but at this moment she shed a tear: "You're right, I'm from Xun Guojing's family, but I haven't seen the scenery of Lianchun Mountain blooming overnight for decades. I want to go back, even if I Have a look……"

And the old country, the old man, will never be seen again in this life.

Huai Zong's pupils shrank sharply, and he jumped up: "He wants to commit suicide, stop him!"

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The handle of the knife sank into the flesh and blood, and he made up his mind not to leave any room for it.

The smell of blood drifted away with the wind, and the Shizilou was completely silent.That tall body standing in the literary world and being looked up to by countless people fell in a pool of blood. Many people couldn't understand, wouldn't it be good to be a great Confucian?

Even if they are people from Xun country, they are respected in Luan country and already stand on the top of the tower. Why do they have to desperately go back to their homeland?

People say it's gone, so it's gone, and in the end it was Jing Yangao who under great pressure collected the body for the respected master.

Why should a generation of literary giants end up being cursed by thousands of people after their death?

As soon as Jing Yan died, the power behind him was uprooted, Xiao Xing directly sent out the secret report from the investigation, and ended up with nothing to worry about.

Huan Jue, who had witnessed the whole story, was lazily lying on the roof at the moment.

The sun shone on her, thinking of the scene of Xiao Xing Hu berating everyone in front of Huai Zong that day, and thinking of her often firm and affectionate eyes, Huan Jue leaned on his arm and muttered to himself: "There is really true love in this world..."

The maiden of the Xiandong tribe avoids love all her life. She originally planned to watch a good show where a catastrophe is imminent, but she didn't expect that the two would never leave each other.

Huai Zong was willing to suffer backlash for Xiao Xing back then, and facing Huai Zong who had nothing, Xiao Xing was actually willing to guard her for the rest of his life.

What else is there to say?The two of them have already given the best answer.

Huan Jue tapped his toes and fled to the distance.

The sun was mild, and while Xiao Xing was taking a bath, Huai Zong hugged the cat and basked in the sun in the yard.Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and the temperament of his body changed drastically again.

If it was said that the composure was pretentious and barely controlled before, then it was the strong self-confidence that came from the heart.

Her clothes are plain, her lips are red and her teeth are white, like the brightest light in the world.

"Hi, Huai Zong."

The person floated down from mid-air without making a sound, Huai Zong rolled his eyes, seeing her, he couldn't help mocking: "Huan Jue, you are sick."

"Whatever you want." Huan Jue held a small blue pill in his palm: "For your poor sake, how about I help you fulfill a wish?"

If he didn't know that his skill is not yet at its peak, Huai Zong would have already punched him. The 16-year-old Huai Zong is unruly and undisciplined, and already has the city of his adulthood.

She twitched the corner of her lips: "Aren't you hurting me badly? What are you doing again?"

"Did you see this little blue pill? This is the secret medicine for conceiving a child. Take it, and your wishes will come true."

"No, I'm afraid of being poisoned to death."

Huan Jue smiled wickedly: "This is beyond your control."

"Hey! What are you feeding me? Huanjue? Stop!"

"Ah Zong, what are you shouting?" Xiao Xing walked over in a long moon white dress after taking a bath, Huai Zong had a look of lovelessness on his face: "Huan Jue just took advantage of my unpreparedness to drug me again."

"What?!" Even though he expected that Huan Jue didn't have the intention to kill, Xiao Xing was still so shocked that his face turned pale: "Then you...do you feel unwell?"

"I'm not feeling well, but I'm so sleepy..."

"Then you...go to sleep?"

Huai Zong glanced at her, nodded, before leaving, secretly kissed her on the cheek, and ran quickly.

Xiao Xingding boiled himself into shrimps that day, touched his face for a while, and walked away in embarrassment.

Tianming looked at Huai Zong who had just woken up from sleep, and asked cautiously, "Ah Zong, how old are you today?"

"Still sixteen."

"How could this be?"

Nine years old, 11 years old, 13 years old, 15 years old, suddenly woke up Huai Zong stuck in the memory of 16 years old, Xiao Xing couldn't figure it out.

A month later, just when she thought things had no turning point, Huaizong, the marquis of cold spring, miraculously recovered, her mind was clear, and her appearance was even better than before!

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