after i found out my new wife was a man

Xie Lingyu's footsteps were a little hasty, while handing the reins of the horse to the attendant, he explained: "Go and tell the princess that I have to go to father's study first, and if I get back late, I can have dinner first, and you don't have to wait for me."

The attendants took the order to leave, Xie Ling and hurried to his father's study, unknowingly delayed for so long, if it was because of this, it was really not right to go too late.

But I never thought that my father hadn't come back yet.

Look at the time is approaching the beginning of Xu, the sun has already set, the surroundings are gradually getting dark, the sky is getting dark, and the father has not come back from the palace until now?

Recently, my father has become more and more busy with his official duties, his tight schedule, his hesitation in the morning, and Uncle Xu's growing anxiety and fatigue, which is visible to the naked eye...

Should be going home soon?Xie Lingyu couldn't help frowning, took a sip of the tea served by the maid, forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and sat in the small hall outside the study to wait.

Unexpectedly, until it was completely dark, my father still did not come back.

Xie Ling rubbed his sleeves heavily with his left hand, and the uneasiness in his heart increased. At this moment, a figure walked in from outside the small hall. He took a closer look, and immediately stood up and laughed.

"I've seen my mother, why did my mother sleep so late today?"

Mrs. Xie's hairpins had already been removed, and she only tied her hair loosely. She took the food boxes held by the maid, opened them one by one and placed them on the table. Her words were somewhat helpless: "You Children, you are already married, why are you still like Ming Yuan?"

Xie Lingyu touched his nose, just smiled and didn't answer.

Mrs. Xie added a bit of sullenness as she spoke: "It's okay for you, how do the people around you take care of you? Don't you even know that the young master hasn't eaten at night?"

The maid who was waiting on the side quickly knelt down to apologize, Xie Ling waved her hands, and quickly explained: "It's none of their business, I thought my father would come back soon, so I wanted to go back and eat."

Mrs. Xie brought some food for her son, and said with some reproach: "Your father is really, he came back so late and called you to the study, and you are too, stupidly waiting for so long, why can't we talk about important things tomorrow?"

"Maybe my father didn't expect to come back so late?" Xie Lingyu looked at the sky, and took the hand that his mother was holding the food for him, "Son is fine, it's getting late, mother, hurry up and go back to the room to rest."

Mrs. Xie sighed: "I don't know what happened, I always feel a little uneasy these days."

"It's nothing serious, don't think too much," Xie Lingyu teased deliberately, "Anyway, even if the sky falls, there will still be father holding it up."

"You, you," Mrs. Xie gave him a look of feigned anger, "If your father hears it, just wait to be scolded."

"As long as you don't tell, father won't know."

The worried look in Mrs. Xie's eyebrows disappeared, she looked at her son with a smile, and asked again: "Did you tell Yaoqing to come to the study first?"

"I have an explanation..." Xie Linghe took the soup, his brows and eyes were full of warmth.

And the person they mentioned at this time was He Yaoqing, Ling Anyuan.

The doors and windows in the room were closed tightly, just like in the past, and only a dim lamp was lit. He Yaoqing leaned on the back of the chair with his arms crossed, but there was an uncontrollable look of anxiety between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Master, do you want to use tricks?"

There was another person in this room. This person's voice was old and hoarse, his face was full of grooves, and his exposed hands were skinny and covered with veins. A trace of deeply hidden love.

"No need," seeing a few sheets of letter paper on the table in front of He Yaoqing, each of which was covered with densely packed handwriting, he casually reached out and took one, tightly pursing his lower lip.

The corners of the letter paper have been slightly wrinkled, and the surface of the paper is no longer smooth. It can be seen that it has been read for a long time. The standing old man watched his movements with a slight smile on his lips.

He Yaoqing looked at the letter paper, and asked for a long time: "Uncle Fang, why do you think Mrs. Xie is going to deliver it to him after Xie Lingyu has already told him not to eat?"

This question is so simple and ridiculous that even a small child would not know it, but his doubts are sincere and unadulterated, so that it doesn't seem so funny.

Fang Bo didn't feel the slightest bit of ridicule in this question, he looked serious, as if he was answering some very important question, and there was a little helplessness and pain in the depths of his eyes.

"Mrs. Xie feels sorry for her son's hungry stomach, and if he doesn't eat, it won't be good for his health."

Isn't such a thing as available food just a necessary condition for survival?

Just like sleeping and drinking water, besides the reason of "wanting to live", is there any other reason for doing these things?

As for being bad for your health... He never felt that these were important.

"In this world, some people love fame and fame, and some people like lilu." Fang Bo knew what he was thinking. "For most people, if they can taste delicious food, have a comfortable sleep, and stay in a place that makes them comfortable. In the environment, it is already very satisfying.”

Are you satisfied?

He Yaoqing unconsciously pressed the wound on his arm, just like pain, but hunger and discomfort can give him comfort and comfort, make him awake, and let him know that he is still alive.

What exactly is this for?He compared himself, searched up and down, and asked himself, but he was still at a loss.

But if it was put on Xie Lingyu, it made him feel a little bit clearer.

The candle was flickering, He Yaoqing didn't speak any more, just rubbed the paper on the table lightly.

The surroundings were silent, only the candlelight flickered on and off, vaguely illuminating a corner of the table.

It looks like a food box.

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