Patrol's sweetheart baby

Tang Shimao turned around the screen with big strides.

On the couch, his youngest son had his clothes open, and his hands were tightly holding the two ends of his underwear.

It's like an afterthought!

Xie Huaiyu is so presumptuous!

Tang Shimao originally thought that Buddhism is a pure land, and Tang Xiaotang is the son of the magistrate, and he himself is in the temple. Xie Jinbai would definitely not do anything too outrageous to his son-in-law.

The development of things has completely exceeded his expectations.

Tang Shimao's forehead was covered with blue veins, and his face was covered with frost.

"Ah, Dad..."

Tang Xiaotang was taken aback by his father's unprecedented cold expression, he muttered, not even daring to explain.

The embarrassing and timid appearance of the son-in-law made the anger in Tang Shimao's heart burn even more intensely.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Tang Shimao tried his best to control himself so that he didn't make too much of a gaffe.

"Nizi, you haven't put on your clothes yet! Don't you think it's shameful enough?!"

When Tang Shimao opened his mouth, he reprimanded him.

a shame?

It's just a leg problem, Brother Xiaoyu just helped him apply the medicine, what's the shame?

Although I have long been used to my dad always scolding me indiscriminately, but my dad's words, every word and every sentence, are like a thinned bamboo tip, piercing his heart and lungs fiercely, blood flowing.

"Nizi, I asked you to put on your clothes, did you hear that?"

Tang Shimao was so angry that he didn't see the legitimate son on the bed move for a long time, he grabbed Tang Xiaotang's wrist and dragged him off the bed involuntarily.

Because his legs were weak and unable to support his body, Tang Xiaotang fell on the bed, and his forehead almost hit the bedpost.

Tang Shimao's expression flashed with a trace of nervousness, and seeing Tang Xiaotang grabbing the bedpost in time, his face returned to a cold and serious look.

He turned around and said to Xie Jinbai behind him, "Tang will act as if nothing happened today, and he doesn't know anything about it. Xie Xun should return to Beijing to report on his work in a few days. Here, Tang I wish Xie Xunyin a bright future."

The implication is that in the future, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road, and I don't want to have any involvement with the other party.

Xie Jinbai's eyes were calm.

Xiao Zishu frowned slightly, did the prefect of Tang misunderstand something?

Xiao Zishu saw that his master had no intention of explaining, so he didn't say so.

Xie Jinbai's silence, in Tang Shimao's eyes, was undoubtedly tantamount to acquiescing.

It's one thing to have a guess in your mind, and quite another to have that guess confirmed.

Before that, Tang Shimao had a glimmer of hope.

How he wished that the relationship between Tang'er and Xie Huaiyu was innocent!

Xie Jinbai's silence completely shattered the hope in his heart.

Tang Shimao only felt blood stuck in his throat, and his blood was surging.

If Tang'er was a woman, even at the risk of offending Xie Jinbai, he would definitely demand an explanation from the other party.

But Tang'er and the other party are both men.

They are all men, so there is no question of who ruins who's reputation, who takes advantage, and who suffers.

What can he do other than grit his teeth and suffer this dark loss?

Tang Xiaotang heard that Xie Jinbai would return to Beijing to report on his work in a few days, so he looked at Xie Jinbai quickly.

This person is going back to Beijing?

Tang Shimao looked at this time, but his son was still staring at him shamelessly, and the anger in his heart reached its peak.

His face was livid, and his voice seemed to come out from between his teeth, "Nizi, are you going?"

The door was opened, and Tang Shimao's personal servant, Jing Zhe, was waiting outside.

I was surprised to see the master and the young master come out of Xie Xunyan's room one after the other.

Why is the young master in Xie Xunyan's room?

Seeing that the faces of the master and wife were not quite right, Jing Zhe didn't dare to think too much, and hurriedly followed behind.

Behind the pillars in the corridor, Du's figure appeared.

She had a look of complete shock on her face.

Tanger? !

How did Tang'er get out of this room?

Du Shi suddenly remembered that when she was changing clothes inside the screen, she had vaguely glimpsed the material of the clothes of the man who was hugged by the scoundrel. Take a closer look.

Now that I think about it, isn't the embroidered golden thread flowing cloud pattern exactly the same as the purple silk shirt that Tang Weimian wore yesterday? !

If the person who was hugged by that scoundrel at that time was her cheap stepson, then the person who hugged Tang'er...

Du Shi gasped.

The person holding Tang'er in his arms is that Xie Xunyan from Yingyang? !

Mrs. Du also went to Yang Yi's wife, Mrs. Guo, to change clothes before. Mrs. Guo mentioned it to her, saying that her master saw it with his own eyes on the mountain road. Tang'er, who suffered from leg problems, returned to the mountain temple.

Mrs. Guo also made insinuations on purpose, and asked her in a strange way, whether that Xie Xunyong had changed his mind, whether he agreed to form a contract with Tang'er, and whether the prefect's family really wanted to marry the Taifu's family.

How could it be possible for the son of the dignified Taifu's family to marry the son of a small magistrate's family?

Not to mention that Xie Huaiyu is still the emperor!

Why can't Mrs. Du hear that, because the master's official position overwhelms that Yang Tongpan, and Mrs. Guo is clearly using Tang'er's affairs to humiliate her!

It's just that Tang Weimian was not her own son. Although she was not happy to hear it at the time, she couldn't say how much she was ashamed by it.

It would be better for Tang Weimian to really marry a man, so the Tang family must belong to her gentleman!

It was because she hadn't recovered from the fright she had received at that time, so she didn't pay much attention to what Guo Shi said at that time.

Now that I think about it, she actually underestimated her stepson!

Heh, since you thought you had climbed on Xie Huaiyu's high branch, you deliberately humiliated her, and you decided that she couldn't do anything to him? !

At this time, Mrs. Du had already determined that it must be Xie Jinbai who was instigated by Tang Xiaotang, and the purpose was to embarrass her!

Otherwise, there are so many monk's houses in the backyard, why Xie Jinbai broke into the one she was staying in alone? !

Tang Xiaotang had no idea that he was already hated by Mrs. Du.

Tang Shimao walked faster and faster.

Tang Xiaotang's legs were weak, and every time he took a step, thousands of needles seemed to prick his knees at the same time.

Tang Xiaotang had always been looked down upon by his father, so naturally he didn't want to incur his father's contempt at this time, so he tried his best to endure it.

Tang Shimao sprinted all the way until he reached a secluded corridor where no one was there, and then stopped.

He turned around, raised his hand and slapped his son-in-law without warning, "Tang Weimian, you really, you really have no shame! My Tang family will lose all face!"

Tang Xiaotang gritted his teeth to hold on to his figure.

Tang Shimao's slap directly made his ears buzzing, his body swayed, and he fell heavily towards the corridor columns.

Jing Zhe who rushed to see this scene later, covered his mouth with both hands in a panic, not daring to make a sound.

Not to mention Jing Zhe, even Tang Shimao himself was stunned by the movement of the slap.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter how naughty Tang Xiaotang was, out of guilt for his late beloved wife, Tang Shimao at most punished his son-in-law to kneel down to his ancestors, and was never willing to touch his son with even half a finger.

This time he was really pissed off.

He stared blankly at his palm, with doubts in his eyes, as if he didn't quite understand why his youngest son fell to the ground even though he hadn't exerted much force.

After listening to Xie Jinbai's order, Xiao Zishu, who followed secretly, frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

He could tell that the little son of the Tang family had discomfort in his legs and difficulty in walking, and he was holding on all at once. Didn't Tang Shimao, the father, notice it at all?

It's still so heavy.

Because Xie Huaiyu only ordered him to follow the father and son and did not give other orders, so Xiao Zishu only watched in secret and did not help.

"Jing Zhe!"

Tang Shimao shouted the name of the servant Jing Zhe in a slightly flustered manner.

Jing Zhe, who had been keeping a close distance, hurried forward a few steps, "What's the master's order?"

The hand that had slapped his son's palm trembled, numb to the point of pain.

Tang Shimao hid the trembling hands behind his back, and said to Jing Zhe in a cold voice, "From now on, you will follow the young master. Don't let the young master run around, especially don't let him disturb Xie Xunyan again, do you hear me? "

Jing Zhe was taken aback.

Could it be that the young master's beating this time has something to do with Xie Xunyan?

"Yes, sir."

Tang Shimao walked away in a little panic.

Because Tang Shimao was walking in his direction, Xiao Zishu turned back without avoiding being discovered.

Xiao Zishu returned to the room.

But I saw the master lazily leaning on the bedside, playing with the blue porcelain box with flowing cloud pattern sent from Yingyang that day again.

Xiao Zishu was at a loss again.

He didn't understand why the master was so special to that young master Tang, even though he had an unforgettable love for him?

Could it be that he really just regarded that young master Tang as a temporary pastime?

No, that reason is simply untenable.

Because the master is not that kind of person at all.

"came back?"

Hearing footsteps, Xie Jinbai raised his head.

Xiao Zishu stepped forward and told everything about what he saw in the corridor just now.

"Oh, got it."

Xiao Zishu thought that his master would say something, but Xie Jinbai just nodded after listening to it, without any other reaction.

For a moment, Xiao Zishu was confused.

Does the master care about that young master Tang, or does he not care?

If you don't care, why did you specifically tell him to follow when the Tang family and his son left the room?

If you care...

Why didn't he react too much when he heard that Young Master Tang was slapped by his father?

"Tang'er, this is... what's wrong with this? Qingluan, Pingting, hurry up, come and help the young master to rest on the blanket over there."

Mrs. Du rushed back to the main hall before Tang Xiaotang and Jing Zhe's master and servant returned to the main hall.

Seeing Tang Xiaotang being carried on Jing Zhe's back, Madam Du hurried forward pretending to be concerned, and called Qingluan and Pingting to come over.

Qingluan was very worried because she hadn't seen the young master all day, and Pingting was comforting her.

Hearing Du's voice, Qingluan and Pingting stopped talking and hurried forward together.

"My lord, where have you been all day? Master has been looking for you all day..."

Qingluan put the young master's arm on her shoulder, turned her head, and faced the young master's red and swollen face.

Qingluan's remaining words stopped abruptly.

Pingting was surprised by Qingluan's abnormality, when she looked up, she saw the red slap marks on the young master's face, she was also surprised.

Both of them were submissive, so they didn't ask any more questions, but silently helped the young master to rest on the cloth blanket they had laid in advance.

The monk's robe on Tang Xiaotang's body was too eye-catching.

With a glance, Du noticed that the purple silk shirt Tang Xiaotang was wearing had been changed.

When she went to change clothes, she ordered Qinglian to watch the room for her, and Qinglian told her that no one had come out of the room.

There were only three people in the room. If it was confirmed that the person holding Tang'er was that Xie Xunyong, then the person pointing a knife at her must be the entourage who followed Xie Huaiyu.

Then, who changed the silk shirt on Tang Tang Weimian's body, the answer is self-evident.

Mrs. Du did not expect that her stepson was really capable and hooked up with Xie Huaiyu, but so what?

Xie Huaiyu is the emperor's man.

Could it be that he will be a son of a little magistrate in the future to offend the emperor?

Pretending to notice the monk's robe on Tang Xiaotang's body, she stepped forward and asked in surprise, "Tang'er, how did you change your clothes? Where did the monk's robe on your body... come from?"

Tang Xiaotang was carried back to the temple by Xie Jinbai all the way from the mountain road, and many people saw it at that time.

Back at the temple, there are still people discussing this matter.

Afterwards, Tang Shimao sent people to inquire about the whereabouts of the young master, but he did not seem to be found.

Right now, Young Master Tang, who had disappeared for most of the day, came back on the back of the servants in the mansion, and changed into a clean clothes, which is still a monk's clothes, it's hard not to remind people.

Nowadays, when dinner time is approaching, most of the people gather in the hall.

Du Shi's volume is not high, but it is not low either.

For a while, there were whispers.

"Hey! Is it possible that the young master guarded the clouds to see the moon, and finally picked off the delicate flower of Yan Xunyong?

Someone excitedly raised the volume.

Someone put forward a very different view.

"Isn't it? The one picking the flowers is the young master, so...then it's not that the young master can't walk."

"Hahahaha!"

The one who spoke earlier seemed to have a lot of experience in bed, which caused the other men in the hall to laugh rudely one after another.

The maids and servants of the magistrate's office were very angry, but they could only stare blankly and sulk, unable to do anything.

The people did not mention their names. If they jumped out at this time, it would be extremely unpleasant. Instead, it would be tantamount to directly admitting that in the so-called "funny anecdote of the former dynasty" that has been widely circulated in major wine shops recently, they asked to marry a The little boy whose surname is Xunyan is their son.

On the contrary, it is easy to make the little boy a laughing stock.

The unmarried girls blushed, and the married young women covered their children's ears.

The aunts don't have such a good temper, and they directly cursed at the top of their voices, "Which shameless scumbag is flirting in front of a room full of women and children."

"If you have the ability, go directly to that Xie Xun and talk in front of Mr. Tang! You can learn how to chirp and chirp like that bird here, and you still think you are capable?"

"Don't you just think you are capable? Why don't I grab your ears and tell you to go and talk openly in front of Xie Xunyong and the young master, and have a good time talking!"

The voices of the aunts were shrill and high-pitched, and they directly covered the voices of the men without saying anything, and even directly pointed out the names of the surnames and the titles of the young masters, making those men really embarrassed.

The folk customs of Chun'an are civilized, women can hold up half the sky, how can men in Chun'an generally dare to provoke them?

Perhaps Chun'an's liking for masculinity is related to the fact that the local women are too tough.

In short, when the ladies yelled like this, most of the smug talk in the hall disappeared immediately.

Even if there are still people talking, they are very quiet, and they dare not be too outrageous in words.

Tang Xiaotang wrapped his hands around his knees, lowered his eyebrows, turned a deaf ear to Du Shi's question and the laughter around him, and kept silent, just like the little novice monk who had entered meditation, sitting with his knees hugged like that .

Qingluan was extremely worried.

What happened to the son?

Du Shi wanted Tang Xiaotang to experience the humiliation she suffered today.

Unexpectedly, Tang Xiaotang was like a stake, not giving any response at all.

Mrs. Du made such a big scandal because of Tang Xiaotang today, how could she let it go?

Mrs. Du bent her knees, knelt down in front of Tang Xiaotang, and asked solemnly, "Tang'er, what happened? But...but that person bullied you?"

I don't know how many pairs of ears are quietly pricking up around.

Jingzhe showed a look of anxiety.

He was afraid that Madam would continue to ask questions, and if he saw the matter between the young master and Xie Xunyan, he would really be unable to hide it anymore, but he knew Madam's temperament well, if he made a rash statement at this time, it would definitely be fruitless, so he just I can stand aside with my hands down and worry about it.

Coincidentally, when the bang sounded, it was time for the government to unify the delivery of porridge.

Jing Zhe finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingluan lined up to get the porridge and came back.

"Master, are you hungry, do you want some porridge?"

Qingluan heated up the porridge and handed it to Tang Xiaotang's lips.

Yesterday, a lot of people went up the mountain temporarily, and the yamen servants informed the people that they had to bring dry food before going up the mountain, but so many people always forgot, or they lost it accidentally on the way up the mountain, or some poor households were There is no surplus of food.

With so many people, if the problem of eating cannot be solved well, problems will arise at any time.

Fortunately, Xie Jinbai was thoughtful, and before he went to Maoshan Mountain in Tang Dynasty, he discussed with him, expropriated the grain stored in the granary of Chun'an Prefecture, and distributed it to the major temples and Taoist temples.

In this way, there will be a special person in charge of three meals a day for everyone in the temple, and the spontaneous people will distribute them to everyone in turn.

Of course, since the ingredients are very limited, we can only make some simple porridge, cakes and other things that are easy to satisfy our hunger.

Even so, for most of the common people, it is a great blessing that they can escape unscathed and don't have to go hungry in the entire Chun'an city, so how can they pick and choose food?

Most of the people brought some food with them more or less, so the people took the porridge and ate it with the food they brought from home.

Even Mrs. Du, who was used to picking and picking in the mansion, smelled the aroma of the porridge, and was aroused by the glutton in her stomach, and ordered Pingting to serve her meals.

Everyone was eating enthusiastically, but Tang Xiaotang was the only one who maintained the posture just now, neither opening his mouth nor making a sound, just looking somewhere emptily, like a lifeless paper doll.

Qingluan's eyes were even more worried.

The young master's silent appearance reminded Qingluan of the time when his wife had just passed away.

During the days when the madam just left, the young master was just like now, without saying a word, as if his soul had been taken away from him.

While Du Shi was having dinner and didn't notice her side, Qingluan quietly called Jingzhe aside

"Jing Zhe, what happened? The slap marks on the young master's face..."

"I don't know exactly what happened. I remember that the master went to Xie Xunyan together with Liu Zhizhou and Yang Tongpan, and ordered me to wait outside the house. After that..."

Jing Zhe briefly recounted what happened today.

So, it was really the master who did it?

Qingluan had already guessed it before.

As a young master, ordinary people would never dare to bully him.

The only person who can slap the young master, apart from that Xie Xunyan, is the master.

It shouldn't be that Xie Xun who pressed his hand. If it was that Xie Xun who pressed his hand, he would more or less take into account that the son is the young son of the magistrate's family, and would not hit such a conspicuous position.

Therefore, the only possibility is the master.

The guess in her heart was confirmed, Qingluan's eyes widened.

"It's really the master! But, how could it be? For so many years, no matter how mischievous the young master is, the master is at most just wanting the young master to kneel down to the ancestors, and he has never been willing to touch the young master's finger. How about this time?" actually……"

Jing Zhe shook his head honestly, "I don't know exactly what happened, anyway, the master seemed really angry this time, and ordered me not to leave the young master for half a step, especially not to disturb that Xie Xunyong or anything. Perhaps, the young master offended that Xie Xunyan again?

The master was worried that the young master would cause a catastrophe, so he made a move on the young master?No matter what, the master has never touched the young master for so many years, and this time he suddenly hit him so hard, the young master's heart must be hurt.

Sister Qingluan, you are the one who spends the most time with the young master on weekdays, and the young master relies on you the most. You should find a way to untie the young master more. "

The young master was so silent and didn't eat or drink, he was worried when he saw it.

"I see. Thank you, Jingzhe."

The young servant blushed, and hurriedly said, "No, you're welcome."

Qingluan didn't notice the blush on the young servant's face, she bit her lip and walked away worriedly.

Qingluan returned to the young master, and asked Pingting, who was serving Mrs. Du's meal, with his eyes. During this time, the young master had spoken.

Pingting gently shook her head in a small arc.

Qingluan bit her lip.

"Young master, take a sip of porridge first. Just take a sip. If you don't like it, we won't drink it, okay?"

Everyone finished their dinner one after another.

Qingluan didn't give up, she pulled herself together, took another mouthful of the porridge, and coaxed the young master to eat the porridge.

Tang Xiaotang was still the same as before, he didn't refuse, but he opened his mouth uncooperatively.

In this way, when the porridge was fed to the lips, it flowed down, and there was no way to feed it in.

Late at night.

The fire candles in the hall were gradually extinguished one by one.

Perhaps everyone is used to so many people crowded together, or even if they go down the mountain, they will not be able to return home for the time being, and must continue to stay in this mountain temple for a few days. The main hall is much quieter.

Just after Xu time, most of the candles in the hall were extinguished, unlike yesterday, when it was noon, many candles were still on.

Tang Xiaotang was still in the same position as before, neither lying down nor sleeping, just staring at a certain place in vain, his eyes were dull, it was extremely worrying to watch.

"My lord, your injury is not healed yet, let's sleep first, okay?"

Qingluan persuaded in a low voice.

Throughout the night, no matter what Qingluan said to the young master, the people around him did not respond.

Just when Qingluan thought that there would probably be no response to her words this time, Tang Xiaotang asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Qingluan, is liking men really a very embarrassing thing?"

"Gong... son..."

Tang Xiaotang smiled, and said softly, "It turns out that even Qingluan feels that liking men is a shameful thing."

"No, it's not like that!"

Qingluan quickly denied it.

She anxiously explained in a low voice, "My lord... slave girl, I really don't know what it's like to like a man as a man. I only know that it doesn't matter who the master likes, no matter what the identity of that person is. , be male, female, beautiful, ugly, old, or young, as long as, as long as that person is sincerely treating the young master well, then the servants will surely convince themselves to find ways to like that person, just like serving the young master. Serve that man with all your heart"

But that Xie Xunyan is not good to the young master!

And being involved with such a big man is really not a good match.

Afraid of hurting the young master's heart, Qingluan held back and didn't say what was in his heart.

"Besides, this servant believes that if Madam is still alive, she will understand Young Master. She loves you so much, she must feel that as long as you live happily and follow your heart, she will also be happy and satisfied."

Just like the drowning man finally found the driftwood, the lifeless black eyes suddenly shimmered, "Really? Do you think my mother really thinks that? She won't think I'm shameless, Do you lose the face of the Tang family?"

After Qingluan heard this, her heart suddenly felt sour.

Master, this is, how many serious things have you said to the young master...

"Of course."

Qingluan nodded vigorously, and said in a firm tone, "Yes, Ma'am, it's too late for her to love you. Do you think that Madam's love for you will be reduced by the fact that you like men?

Alas, slaves are the most stupid.I really can't make any sense.If only the lady was still there.She must be able to make the young master happy with just a few words.In short, as a man, the fact that he likes a man is not wrong in the eyes of this servant. Really, son, please trust this servant! "

"Since liking men is not a wrong thing, then why did father call me shameless and beat me? Oh, yes, even if I like women, father may not like me. He Originally, I liked my elder brother more than me. No matter whether I like a man or a woman, he will never be satisfied with me."

Tang Xiaotang first murmured almost to himself.

After that, his slack eyes gradually became focused, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"It wasn't me who was wrong, it was Dad who was wrong... oh!"

Qingluan hurriedly covered the young master's mouth in a panic, "Hush, young master, please keep your voice down!"

Qingluan hurriedly looked around, seeing that Mrs. Du was complaining to Pingting that the hall was too stuffy, ordered Pingting to fan her harder, and didn't pay attention to their side, so she was relieved.

However, the so-called partition has ears.

Although she also felt that the master had gone too far this time, if what the young master said just now reached the master's ears, it would be the young master who would have a hard time in the end.

Tang Xiaotang took Qingluan's hand away and said calmly, "Qingluan, I'm hungry."

Qingluan was overjoyed.

Great, the son finally knows what to eat!

Porridge and side dishes Qingluan has always been prepared in the food box, just in case of emergencies.

"My servant, my servant is going to bring you the porridge right now. It's just this point, the porridge must be cold, otherwise, this servant will go to the kitchen to borrow a fire to see if I can warm it up for you..."

"No, bring the porridge here. I want to eat it now."

"Hey, good."

Qingluan got up, opened the food box, took out the porridge that had already cooled down, and handed over the spoon along with it.

Tang Xiaotang took the porridge bowl and ate it hungrily.

"Young master, eat slowly, eat slowly."

"Young master, you should eat slowly, you will easily choke if you eat too fast!"

Qingluan was very happy that the young master was finally willing to eat.

In addition to being happy, I am also full of distress.

Which prefect's young master would be reduced to such a situation as the young master?

But a bowl of ordinary white rice porridge was cut like this eagerly, and I don't know if it's because I haven't eaten all day today.

But after a while, Tang Xiaotang ate the whole bowl of porridge like a storm.

He wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the blue sleeves of the monk's robe, and his cheeks flushed suddenly.

At that time, he had a leg disease, and his leg was so painful. He found that his clothes had been changed, and he wanted to get the Xujinshengji ointment to relieve the pain, and there was no time to think about anything else.

At this moment, the bases of the ears and the face were belatedly burned badly.

He saw his and that man's clothes on the ground, needless to say, the monk's robe on his body must have been changed by that man when he was unconscious.

Didn't that person see his whole body?

His injuries are still not healed...

Are his scars particularly ugly?

However, the scars on his body were also given by that person, so that person should feel guilty, so why should he be ashamed?

No, no.

It was he Zhaohuilou who asked for marriage first, that person would order him to be beaten.

In fact, what if he didn't have those scars on his body?

That person still doesn't like him.

Tang Xiaotang's eyes dimmed.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Qingluan watched her young master's face turn red, turn pale, shake his head, and hang his head again.

"But what's wrong with your body? Or, did you have another leg problem?"

Qingluan asked with concern.

It was fine if Qingluan didn't ask, but when he asked, Tang Xiaotang realized that his legs were terribly numb at the moment.

He wrinkled the tip of his nose.

Qingluan caught the subtle changes in the young master's expression, "Young master, did you have a leg problem? Let me rub it for you."

"it is good."

Tang Xiaotang straightened her legs cooperatively, kneading the young master's legs to relieve the pain as usual, and asked in a low voice from time to time if the leg pain could be relieved.

Tang Shimao, who was dressed in moiré silk with a gray background and looked a little tired, came over accompanied by a servant in casual clothes.

Mrs. Du rushed to meet her, "Master, are you finished?"

Tang Shimao let out a "hmm", and his eyes fell on the youngest son whose calf was lightly rubbed by Qingluan, a look of shame flashed in his eyes.

Do Tang'er's legs often hurt?

Tang Shimao paused and walked towards Tang Xiaotang.

Mrs. Du asked the yamen servant behind Tang Shimao, "Can the master have dinner?"

"Never."

Hearing that her husband hadn't eaten dinner after ordering this, Mrs. Du hurriedly ordered her maid, Zhang Luo.

Although there was nothing to eat in the mountain temple, at least when they left the mansion, they brought some food, although it was not as exquisite as in the mansion, it was more abundant than ordinary people.

After Du ordered the servant girl, she turned her head and disappeared from her husband. She looked for her, okay, I didn't see anyone for an afternoon, and now I'm done with my work so I can go to see my son!

Du Shi's eyes turned cold.

The candlelight in front of my eyes is covered, casting a shadow,

Tang Xiaotang raised his head.

Xiao Zishu said with no expression on his face, "Young Master Tang, my master would like to ask you to explain."

Tang Xiaotang was taken aback.

"Tell me, who wants to invite?"

Tang Shimao put his hands on his back and walked over with a calm voice and an unhappy expression.

"master."

Qingluan hurriedly stood up and blessed Tang Shimao.

The moment Du Shi saw Xiao Zishu, his whole body tensed up.

She simply hated the whole culprit who made her make a fool of herself!

"Prefect Tang."

Xiao Zishu saluted Tang Shimao, but turned a deaf ear to Tang Zhifu's question.

Xiao Zishu only obeyed Xie Jinbai's orders, he didn't know how to, and he didn't bother to explain to Tang Shimao.

Tang Shimao's face was black and blue, but because Xiao Zishu was not affiliated with him, he couldn't get angry, let alone reprimand him!

Xiao Zishu made a gesture of invitation to Tang Xiaotang, "Young Master Tang, please—"

Tang Xiaotang opened his mouth. He was still thinking about what the man had asked someone to come over. Next to him, Tang Shimao said coldly, "Please tell Xie Xunyan. It's late at night, so you might as well rest early."

Xiao Zishu looked at Tang Xiaotang calmly, "Is this what Young Master Tang means?"

Tang Xiaotang didn't like his father making decisions for him without authorization, but he was really tired today, and the slap on his face probably hasn't receded yet.

He didn't want to move any more at this moment, and he didn't even want to meet that person with a slap on his face.

Tang Xiaotang lowered his head, "Well, please tell Mr. Xie, just say I..."

"Just tell me how you are?"

A clear and pleasant male voice sounded lazily.