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Qi Xiao helped Tang Ling tidy up, change clothes, wash and comb hair, Qi Xiao wanted to do these things carefully and slowly, as if this could make up for the three-year vacancy, or he just wanted more time to be alone.

Tang Ling looked at the person reflected in the bronze mirror, and her breath became a sigh. For the past three years, his thoughts have been kept outside the window of the Nuan Pavilion. Where is Qi Xiao?His heart was burning hot from the very beginning, but he suppressed it for three years because of him, for coming to see him, for loving him.

Tang Ling never doubted that Qi Xiao loved him, but Qi Xiao told him time and time again that he actually didn't know how much he loved him.

Qi Xiao tied up Tang Ling's hair, inserted Qi Nian into the hair crown, looked at Tang Ling in the mirror, and said with a smile, "Don't make Lord Hou wait too long."

Tang Ling turned around and took Qi Xiao's hand: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Not afraid, as long as you don't push me away, you are not afraid."

"Hmm..." Tang Ling stood up, Qi Xiao was already half a head taller than him, this time he wanted to be the person Qi Xiao could rely on, "I won't let go."

Tang Ling took Qi Xiao's hand and led him out of the Nuan Pavilion to the main courtyard. No matter the attendants, guards, or maidservants looked on in shock along the way, he turned a blind eye to it, just like at that time in Fenglin Mountain, in Qijing, and even in Yuan Dynasty. On the streets of Dongshi, Beijing, he is willing to hold Qi Xiao, or be led by him, and he will naturally stand by his side, shoulder to shoulder with him.

"father."

Even if he stood in front of his father Xun'an Hou Tangyou, he would not let go.

Qi Xiao lowered his eyes and glanced at the hands they were holding. Tang Ling was exerting strength. He shook Tang Ling back lightly, and then raised his eyes to look at Tang Yao: "Master Hou."

Tang Qiao watched the two of them walk into the courtyard and into the hall door, holding hands along the way. It was the first day he saw Qi Xiao today, but he knew his son well, which meant that he was determined to fight against him. up.

"Ah."

Tang Qiao took a deep breath, nodded slightly, "Sit down and eat."

There are three sets of bowls and chopsticks, one in front of Tang Yao, and the other two are basically on the left and right sides of Tang Qiao.

Tang Yao asked them to sit down, and the two of them could only sit down separately.

Tang Qiao was too lazy to go around to courteously with Qi Xiao, he was not in the mood to speak at all at the moment, he dared to "join forces" to anger him, he wanted to see how they were going to eat this meal.

The maids left immediately after serving the food.

Needle drop could be heard in the huge hall.

Tang Qiao looked at Tang Ling, and then at Qi Xiao. Both of them were looking at him. The head of the family didn't move his chopsticks, so they didn't dare to move.

Tang Ling had never disobeyed her father. Even though she hated Tang Yao because of her mother's affairs when she was a child, she still followed Tang Yao into the Shenzhao camp, and she never even lost her temper and asked him a word.

His only disobedience to Tang Qiao is now, Qi Xiao.

But Qi Xiao didn't dare anymore, he never thought that he was the prince of Chen Guo under one person, he was Qi Xiao, and he came here to meet his father-in-law.

It was already rude to come empty-handed, and he didn't dare to show any disrespect in front of Tang Yao.

Tang Yao looked at the two children from left to right, until they both felt flustered, so he slowly raised his chopsticks and began to eat slowly, bite by bite.

Tang Ling looked at her father, feeling a little terrified.

Tang Yao joined the army at the age of 16 and led the army at the age of 21. He ate food and grass when there was food and grass, and gnawed bark and drank horse urine when there was no food and grass. The most annoying thing in his life was to eat a meal for two hours at a banquet in the palace and drink too much. Drink, you may not be able to take a bite when the dish is cold.

With Tang Qiao's current state, Tang Ling thought that perhaps it would be more refreshing for his father to eat the meat off his body.

Tang Ling couldn't take it anymore, she put several chopsticks of meat and vegetables in Tang Yao's bowl, and also put a bowl of soup for him: "Father, eat more."

Tang Yao glanced at Tang Ling. His hands were shaking when he served the soup just now. Was it because he was afraid that he would be angry or that he would be hungry?

Qi Xiao couldn't sit still anymore, there was no wine on the table, so he picked up the teacup and said, "I'll toast Lord Hou with tea instead of wine."

"No need, eat yours."

Tang Qiao blocked Qi Xiao back with a single sentence, Qi Xiao could only look at Tang Ling and ask him for help.

Tang Ling shook her head slightly, lowered her head to eat silently, and picked up two chopsticks for Tang Yao from time to time.

After eating this meal, Qi Xiao kept wiping his brow with sweat. He didn't understand what Tang Yao wanted to do. He couldn't eat the food in one bite. The chopsticks were stirring gently in the bowl, and he couldn't remember to put it in his mouth. delivery.

Tang Ling didn't dare to speak, and kept looking at Tang Yao, who didn't remember to eat either.

Tang Ling was still sick, he had a bad stomach and couldn't be hungry all the time, Qi Xiao couldn't help but picked up two light dishes, put some for Tang Ling, and said softly, "You have to eat some."

Tang Ling and Qi Xiao exchanged glances, nodded slightly, and at least took a few mouthfuls.

There are only three people on the table, no matter how small the movement or the soft voice is, it will be very obvious to "bystanders".

Tang Qiao picked up the bowl to drink the soup, covering up a slight sigh.

After a meal in embarrassment, Tang Qiao called someone over and gave an order: "Clean up a room for the guests in the East Wing."

"Yes."

Then Tang Yao looked back at Tang Ling: "Follow me into the study."

Tang Qiao completely ignored Qi Xiao, didn't let him go with him, and didn't say he wouldn't follow.

Qi Xiao hesitated for a moment, fell behind Tang Yao, and walked shoulder to shoulder and hand in hand with Tang Ling.

When he reached the door of the study, Tang Yao gave Qi Xiao a look, let Tang Ling in first, and then slapped the door on Qi Xiao's face, shutting him out.

Qi Xiao sighed slightly, it's good that he didn't get beaten.

After entering the study, Tang Qiao didn't beat around the bush, and asked Tang Ling directly, "What are you going to do?"

"Father, Crown Prince Chen is dead.

Assassinated or accidental, none of our business. "

"Oh, you're looking pretty good.

Then you are going to keep him by your side?To be your servant?Be a bodyguard?Or what?Does he look like that to you? "

Tang Ling gritted her teeth and did not answer.

He knew that Qi Xiao wasn't, he never was.

Kunpeng spreads its wings against the wind for ninety thousand miles.

He couldn't bear to trap him.

But he couldn't be cruel enough to push him away again.

"Let me ask you again, can he not be the Crown Prince of Chen, can you not be Tang Ling, and Xun Anhou's son? How about you follow his example and play a feigned death and go with him?"

"...Father..." Tang Ling was completely stunned, he had never thought about it that way before.

When he was in Qi State, he could choose to stay by Qi Xiao's side, quietly, and let Qi Xiao hide him. They had many chances, but he never thought about it.

Tang Ling would rather give up Qi Xiao and return to Da Zhou, return to his father, endure the pain of cutting his own heart open, not because he could not bear the glory and wealth, the power of the Tang family, and the title of Marquis of Xun An, but Because he is Tang Ling, the son of Marquis Xun'an.

What precedes his name is not only the title, but also his responsibility, but also his meaning.

The Great Zhou has established a state for a hundred years, and the Tang family in this position is the hand of the superiors to arrange the chess, and it is also the chess piece in this hand. The Tang family has not only borne the will of the imperial power, but also the responsibility of those who live dependent on the Tang family. responsibility.

What Tang Ling saw in Shaoyang Imperial City were "situations", which were calculations, schemes, arguing, mediation, and games. What he experienced in the Shenzhao camp was "fate", which was beating, grinding, struggling, fighting, life and death.

He didn't stand in the middle and hold the two pieces, and he could release it if he wanted. He was twisted in the middle by two strands of rope, and he became that part, he was that rope.

Tang Ling, the son of the Marquis of Xun'an, has a great strategy and a talent for managing the world. The Tang family is the pillar of the Great Zhou. Tang Ling may be just a tile or a brick. He does not allow himself to be broken, to be broken by himself. If it is broken, what is the use of him?

"Don't look at me like that. It's useless to look at me. Have you thought about your own choice, your own decision?"

Tang Yao sighed, and after a while he said again: "He knocked on the door when he appeared suddenly, which really shocked me. There can still be such a lunatic in this world. It's incredible that the old bastard Chen Guo can raise such a son. .

I won't talk about what you've been like since you came back, and you can figure out what to do after that.

If Chen Zhou's marriage fails, your father will have to go to war. It's fine if you don't go, at least someone in the family can collect my body. "

"father!"

"Get out of here now! I'm so angry when I see you."

"father……"

"Fuck off!"

The author says:

I'm short again... (I'm preparing for a new pit, and the wolf cub is expected to have about ten chapters...Although I expected it to be a long novel before opening the pit, I still find it amazing that I wrote almost 60 words. I’ve written so much, and it’s been a year since I wrote it… I’ll let you know about the new pit, Interstellar ABO, I love you all!)