rebirth son of bad

In the early morning, Ouyang Xia was sitting on the edge of the stone table in the courtyard with the golden fruit in her arms, and gently stroked its half-grown hair.

Jiang Xiao put the plate in his hand in front of his eyes, on it were sliced ​​thin strips of meat, specially for Jin Guo.

When Jin Guo saw the meat, he immediately rushed to eat it.

"Don't worry, there are more." Ouyang Xia caressed its back and said with a smile: "After you follow the master, you will eat delicious food and drink spicy food."

Jin Guo ate the meat strips, fluttering her wings and screaming happily.

Although it is still a juvenile eagle, it eats a lot, even eating all the meat before it is full, but it also let Jiang Xiao know how much it eats, and how much to prepare for the next meal.

"Master, the curator is here."

Jiang Xiao put away the plate, and then wiped Xiaoying's mouth with a cloth.

Ouyang Xia turned her head and saw the curator running out of breath, holding a flat box in his hand.

The curator stood in front of his breath panting, and handed him the box in his hand: "Respect the booklet the prince gave you."

Oh, Ouyang Xia took it over and opened it gently. Inside was a letter written from my brother.

"It's Sen'er who wrote to me."

He couldn't wait to open the letter, and what came into view was the familiar green font, which was Ouyang Sen's own letter.

The child writes well, and they are all ordinary parents. The cook in Prince Jing’s mansion is very good at cooking, Hei Guo is very good, Ling Shan and Ling Shui are slowly teaching him martial arts, and Prince Jing is so good , although he is cold, but he takes care of everything. Every word is full of liking for Si Yelin, and he thinks he is the best brother in the world.

The corners of Ouyang Xia's mouth twitched slightly, she really didn't know how to explain to him that this man is not easy to get along with after returning home.

But there is one thing he is very grateful for, Si Yelin really takes care of his younger brother.

Folding the letter, Ouyang Xia looked at the curator and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"It should be."

The curator bowed to him, and walked out without daring to stay for long.

Zhou Zhengdong, Wei Chuan, and Si Zhengnan opened the door and came out at the same time. The three stretched their waists and looked at Ouyang Xia who got up early.

Yawning, Wei Chuan sat beside him and said, "Ah Xia, what is the curator here for?"

"A letter from my brother."

"Can I have a look?" Zhou Zhengdong finished speaking, picked up the letter, and waited for him to nod.

Ouyang Xia nodded and said, "If you want to make fun of my brother, just say so."

This kid just wanted to see if his younger brother was having a good time in Prince Jing's mansion, whether he was being treated strictly by Prince Jing, and was forced to get up to study before dawn.

"I'm afraid your brother won't be able to hold on." Wei Chuan has a deep understanding of Prince Jing's prestige, especially after working under him for a while, he is even more afraid of him.

Unexpectedly, they saw that Ouyang Sen strongly praised Prince Jing as a very nice and gentle person in the letter.

What did Prince Jing ask the cook to cook the most delicious dishes for him, teach him his homework, take him to ride a horse, tour the mountains and rivers, and so on, the two of them were taken aback for a while.

Seeing their strange expressions, Si Zhengnan couldn't help but poke his head over to look, and was also very astonished.

Zhou Zhengdong tilted his head slightly, and asked him foolishly: "Did Ling Shan write this down? I'm afraid you're worried about my brother's situation."

"This is a letter from my brother."

Seeing their funny expressions, Ouyang Xia couldn't help laughing out loud.

Would he still fail to recognize his brother's handwriting?

Furthermore, Ling Shan and Ling Shui's handwriting is very good, how could it be possible to write such a handwriting.

Wei Chuan raised his eyebrows, turned the letter to him, pointed to the content on it, and said, "Brother, you are right, Prince Jing is a very gentle brother. Brother, you...how did you brainwash your brother."

Still washed so successfully?

No one in the capital knows that Prince Jing is indifferent and ruthless, even His Majesty wants to give him three points, and when he is only in his early twenties, he makes the courtiers frightened, no one knows that he is the most ruthless.

Wherever you can see the gentleness, you can see that you are a very good person.

Could it be that Ouyang Sen's five views are different from theirs, special, special. . .unique?

With a light cough, Ouyang Xia laughed and said, "This is just the child's unique idea. Whenever Si Yelin has time to pay attention to him, it is Ling Shan and others who are taking care of him. You think that with Ling Shan and Ling Shui's loyalty to him, Will you speak ill of the prince in front of my brother?"

"That makes sense." Si Zhengnan looked at the letter and said, "Ling Shan and Ling Shui have always been loyal."

Everyone also felt that this explanation was the most reasonable, and agreed that this was the brainwashing of the child by Ling Shanling.

"It's only been half a month since we came out, did you go back after getting the autobiography?"

After handing the letter back to him, Zhou Zhengdong felt that it would take some time for them to come out, but the travel notes were only half written.

Ouyang Xia shook her head and said, "I want to walk around, do you want to go together?"

"of course."

The three of them said in unison, they came out to play, and they had nothing else to do when they went back so quickly.

Furthermore, if the travel notes are false and too simple, they will be punished.

There are countless beautiful scenery outside, so they will not return so quickly.

At this time Ouyang Xinying came out of the kitchen: "Eat breakfast, and talk while eating, don't be hungry."

The maid behind her put the food on the table, including steamed buns, pasta, and some stir-fries, some spicy or not, and a large bowl of clear soup beside her, which was very rich.

"Aunt, a letter from Asen."

"This kid is willing to write."

Ouyang Xinying sat down beside him, impatient to open the letter and read the contents carefully.

"The writing has improved, and the order and context are also clear. The prince really knows how to teach."

Seeing that his family's A-Xia has a lot of face, he can let Prince Jing take care of his younger brother in person. Thinking about it for some reason, he feels very moved.

"It has indeed improved a lot."

Si Yelin didn't need to ask, he must be teaching with his heart, otherwise the child wouldn't have improved so much.

After returning, he should thank him well and prepare a big gift for him.

Thinking about it this way, Ouyang Xia thought about what to give to express her gratitude.

Ouyang Xinying picked up a small bag with chopsticks, looked at Ouyang Xia, and said, "Isn't Ah Xia going to Fei's house?"

Ouyang Xia picked a piece of hot and sour fish head for herself, and said, "Yes, we plan to go for another visit."

Ouyang Xinying smiled lightly and said: "In this case, why don't I go back to the capital first. I was worried about you before, but now that you are doing things calmly, I am relieved. Asen can't always live in Prince Jing's mansion. I will go back to Beijing first. It's the same when you come back."

"Auntie, this road is not very safe." Ouyang Xia was very worried that she would go back to Beijing alone, even if there were guards by her side.

Ouyang Xinying shook her head and said, "I also wanted to be with you before, but you couldn't let go of me as a woman by your side. Don't worry about safety, there are so many guards."

Seeing her insistence, Ouyang Xia nodded: "Then aunt, let's go back by boat, it's safer."

The boat road to the capital is the safest way here. There are bandits on the land and mountain roads, especially for a woman.

Si Zhengnan said: "I'll get some soldiers to send my aunt back to the capital. There are also people from the magistrate, so it will be safer then."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Ouyang Xinying looked at him with a smile, and said, "Just send a few people to take me back. Don't bother the magistrate."

Ouyang Xia said: "Listen to my aunt, and the magistrate may not be reliable."

The magistrate is respectful on the surface, but who knows which sect he is from behind the scenes, and who is the master.

"Then I'll prepare later."

Zhou Zhengdong was surprised, and said: "Auntie will go back so soon, you can wait for us to arrive at Fei's house before starting."

Ouyang Xinying shook her head and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay if I don't see the letter, but I miss the capital even more when I see the letter."

In the end, she still decided to go home tomorrow, and she was very eager to return home.

In the evening, Ouyang Xinying began to ask people to pack up their things. It hadn't been long since they came here, so naturally they didn't have much luggage, so it was very convenient to pack up.

Sitting in the study, Ouyang Xia wrote a letter to her sister, telling him that her aunt was going back to the capital.

After folding the letter, Ouyang Xia thought about it, took out another piece of paper, and wrote a letter to Si Yelin.

When writing to her sister, Mingming Quan was full of thoughts, but to Si Yelin, she didn't know how to write.

Seeing him staring blankly at the blank paper, Jiang Bi said softly, "Is the Lord writing a letter to the Prince?"

"En." Ouyang Xia thought for a while, and said, "I don't know what to write to him?"

He never wrote him a letter, so naturally he didn't know how to write.

It was good in the previous life, he had a mobile phone, and he could just send a message back. Now when he writes a letter, he is afraid that he will despise himself even with a brush.

Jiang Xiao didn't take it seriously, and said: "It's fine for the master to say a few words casually, just write that you are safe here."

Ouyang Xia thought it was very reasonable, and started to write the letter.

He wrote very simply, only a few sentences, first he thanked him for taking care of his younger brother, taught him with his heart, and thanked him when he went back.

Looking at those two lines after finishing writing, I feel that there are too few.

"Write a little more."

After writing again, Ouyang Xia told him the things along the way, and of course he also talked about Jin Guo, and unconsciously, he wrote several pages.

Looking at the dry letter paper beside her, Ouyang Xia looked at Jiang and smiled in astonishment: "I wrote this?"

Jiang Xiao laughed: "Grandpa, didn't you write this? Could it be that it's too small to write?"

"I just want to write a few more words."

As a result, if you don’t write, you are done. Once you write, you have written several sheets of paper.

People who didn't know thought he missed Si Yelin so much that he wrote so eloquently.

Jiang Xiao slowly put away the letter in Lianggan's handwriting, and said with a smile: "It's okay, you can let the prince read it to the young master, so that he also knows what you are doing here."

Ouyang Xia grinned: "That's right, that's the reason."

Putting down the pen, Ouyang Xia took the letter from him, arranged it neatly according to the contents inside, put it in an envelope, and sealed it with wax.

Then he took out the previous box, put the letter in and asked Jiang Xiao to take it out, and sent it to the capital overnight.

Jiang Xiao took the letter and left. Ouyang Xia originally wanted to read a book, but she couldn't read the Chinese characters in the book.

Going to the window and laying down on the couch, looking out at the bright night sky, Ouyang Xia's mind flashed some pictures of the previous life.

He was full of calculations, and what happened two or three months after he came here made him feel like a dream.

"God! You said, in this life, can I go back?"

After speaking, he smiled lightly, what can he do when he goes back?

See those so-called relatives?Still look at my dear brother, there has long been no trace of him.

He is like the wind, just drifting through the world at will, leaving no traces and then easily drifting away.

Thinking of the rumored Taoist priest's words, he sighed softly: "At least here, there are still real relatives."

But why, his heart is so empty, like a cave leaking wind, cold and empty.