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Chapter Thirty-Five

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    When Chen Wenjun returned home, it was not yet noon, the servants in the mansion were busy preparing meals, and people were hurrying in the corridor.

    This time, although the Liang family survived the catastrophe, their vitality was also seriously injured. They couldn't do official work, and they didn't know which way they would go in the future.

    In this matter, they were untenable, and indeed they were not authentic enough, so they didn't spend too much effort when they wanted to retire.

    Half of the dowry was refunded, and she came back. Fortunately, her father and brother did not dislike her, and ordered someone to tidy up the yard in front of the pavilion for her to live in. Now, Wanyao has also left the palace without incident. The last stone in her heart has fallen, and the future is unknown  It was finally not so foggy.

    Still have to live well.

    Chen Wenjun walked on the small path in the mansion, and asked the maid who was following him, "Did you see Guard Qin?"

    Although the shot was not open and aboveboard, I should really thank him for being able to stand steadily at the moment.

    The maid lowered her head and answered in a low voice: "No."

    "Really." She didn't think much, she was in a good mood, so she just said casually, "It's so strange, I don't seem to have seen him today."

    On the way back, she would pass the promenade outside the East Wing. Several servants were carrying buckets to clean up the mottled marks on the ground. She hurried past, and when she entered the Moon Cave Gate, she realized something was wrong after a while.

    Chen Wenjun suddenly turned back to the corridor, ran to the railing and stared at the faintly visible bloodstains on the ground.

    "Whose blood is this?" she asked.

    The servants around looked at each other quietly, but none of them said anything.

    She raised her head and repeated sharply, "I ask you whose blood is this!?"

    The unusual silence was like a self-evident answer. Chen Wenjun only felt her heartbeat suddenly quicken. She immediately shook off the hand of the maid, turned her head and ran in one direction.

    The westernmost part of Chen's house is the stables, and the old woodshed is nearby.

    The bright sunlight illuminates a square on the ground from the window, and there are clear dust and tiny flying mosquitoes in that light beam.  The stale, rotting smell of the wood mingled with blood.

    Qin Zhengjing leaned against the cold wall, behind his messy hair was a pair of dull eyes.

    "Who do you think you are? How bold!"

    "The Chen family has treated you so kindly that you even dare to do such a thing as trespassing on the Yanping Gate!"

    He fell to the ground when the stick fell on his head, and then he supported himself with his hands knowingly and wisely, and slowly got up.

    "Who is he? An officer of Tiger and Leopard Cavalry! Who are you?" Chen Yi pointed at the tip of his nose, furious, "You are just a dog raised by our Chen family!"

    "You can only bite whoever I tell you to bite. If I don't speak, even if the sky falls and the earth falls, mountain torrents and tsunamis, you have to kneel down for me!"

    The door was opened from the outside.

    The moment Chen Wenjun came in, she was taken aback from the bottom of her heart. For a long time, she couldn't utter a word.

    "Qin Zheng"

    "Qin Zheng!"

    When he opened his eyes, his consciousness and vision were hazy, but strangely, he was still able to clearly outline the other person's face and eyebrows with the outline in front of his eyes.

    Qin Zheng called her Miss.

    Chen Wenjun tugged on his sleeve lightly, stretched out his hand to brush away the dried-up bloodstains, and couldn't help shaking his head in pain: "Who beat you like this"

    For some reason, he just smiled but didn't speak.

    "I'm sorryI'm sorry" Her tears rolled down in the blink of an eye, and the words were as deep as an oath, "Trust me, I will find a doctor to cure you."

    "No need." As if afraid of her getting up, Qin Zheng suddenly reached out to hold her wrist, and then reacted again, slowly loosening his five fingers, his cloudy and tired eyes were surprisingly calm.

    "Miss just returned home, so she shouldn't make such a big fuss Eldest Young Master won't let me die for a while, but after a few days, when his anger subsides, he will try to save my life."

    "but¡­¡­"

    He interrupted with a hoarse voice, "Miss."

    While Chen Wenjun was still in a daze, he said quietly: "When we find a good match in the future, I hope we can be careful and follow our heart No matter who the young lady marries, if he is ordered, Qin Zheng will still go through fire and water, and be devastated.  "

    *

    Chang'an City in September is a golden color throughout.

    The fallen leaves piled up in the aisle, and the last wave was not cleaned, and then fell down again.

    During this period of time, the Wan's Medical Center has become a place of trouble, far from the previous turmoil of asking for medicine.But the father's face suddenly became cold and hard, "At home, I am the father and you are the son; at the court, I am the superior and you are the subordinate. Why do you not listen to me? What reason do you have to shout at me?"  Xiao Ming?! Eighteen generals is a big deal? There are seven generations of generals in the Xiang family, and there are more than one or two eighteen generals and four generals. What are you!"

    He deliberately revealed his official rank inside and outside the words.

    Xiang Huan clenched his fist unconsciously, the silver hairpin couldn't bear the strength, and there was a faint tendency to deform.

    In the final analysis, Xiang Nantian is the Minister of the Ministry of War of the third rank, and he is only the deputy general of Ji Changchuan's subordinates.  Xiang Huan was speechless for the first time under such a clear level disparity.

    yes.

    I am still too far away.

    Even a person who is afraid of getting into trouble like my father can't compare.

    Thinking of this, unwillingness and embarrassment suddenly surged in his heart.

    He didn't go home again, but turned around and strode away.

    *

    Bright moon, city tower, high wall.

    If there were no thousands of families behind him, just such a scene would be enough to remind people of the time when they were away.

    There are two jars of wine in Xiang Huan's hand, and in front of the wine is a gloomy snow tooth gun.  I don't know if it's following the owner, but it looks dull now, not as sharp and sharp as before.

    Xiang Huan likes to drink, but he doesn't drink too much. It's rare for him to drink like this today.

    In my impression, it was the eldest brother who taught him how to drink.  When they were young, after daily practice, the two of them would sneak into the wine cellar at night, dig out the old wine hidden by Xiang Nantian and secretly drink it.

    Ten years ago, his father didn't like to lose his temper so much, and he didn't learn to talk back. Occasionally, he would be scolded by him for fighting with the fat man next door.

    At that time, the eldest brother was always smoothing things out without any trace.

    Xiang Wei and him have two completely different personalities. He is stable and mature, gentle and humble. Whenever he returns to the city from practice, he will ride a horse on Chang'an Zhuque Street, and many young girls will rush to see him on both sides.

    Once, a matchmaker came to the door for three consecutive days.

    Sitting in front of the case, Xiang Huan chatted with his mother, and said cheaply: "My brother is so attractive, if I can't find a wife in the future, let him give me one, anyway, he doesn't lack any."

    As soon as the voice fell, Xiang Wei kicked over from behind.

    "Stinky boy, talking nonsense again."

    He made a gesture to roll, and Gulu Gulu rolled to his mother's feet, unable to get up.

    The eldest brother's sword is also like his own, with a restrained edge, neither ostentatious nor arrogant, but he always pushes his snow teeth to a corner invisibly.

    When the two brothers were sitting on the roof drinking, Xiang Huan asked him why he didn't marry a wife, "Don't you even like the matchmaker who introduced it to you? I see the portraits, and they are all pretty pretty."

    He shook his head with a smile, and said to wait, "wait a little longer."

    "Xiao Huan, now there are Turks in the north and Dayan in the south. The battlefield hangs high above the heads of all living beings. Troubled times are the best times for warriors."

    "Our Xiang family used to be the heroic bloodline of the glorious North and South. I don't want this surname to be buried like this."

    He looked at him, "I have to fight again."

    I will fight again.

    Xiang Huan's drinking hand stopped suddenly, as if he had made some decision, he dropped the unopened wine, picked up the snow teeth beside him and jumped off the city wall.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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