Venerated Venomous Consort

In addition to the identity of this authentic general's wife, she actually has nothing left.

The name Luo Xinglan is taboo in the generals. No one dares to mention it. I didn’t expect that the cold fragrant jade will be exported today.

The waitress Lan Hong, who is around her, couldn't help but open her mouth: "Mrs, why do you have a lower self-identity than a woman like that? That Luo Xinglan can't match a little finger of his wife in the eyes of the old man!"

Lengxiangyu sneered: "What do you know? The woman's position in his mind is not ordinary! Have you seen the niece of his new years? Every one has her shadow! Some eyebrows, some mouths Like, there is a better laugh, but the name is a bit like it! He was also brought home like a baby! The Zhou Yu Niang is just a pair of eyes like a dimple like her, let him specialize for two years!"

Luo Xinglan has passed away for nearly ten years, and the maids of these family guards in the generals have also changed one time. No one knows the case of that year, and even most people do not know the appearance of Luo Xinglan. .

Although Lan Honggu is the confidant of Lengxiangyu, she came to this general army for five or six years. I don’t know that these nieces in the general’s house still have such a history, and they also hold on for a while.

Lengxiangyu seems to be aware of the loss of mouth, sighed, no longer said, and simply transferred the topic: "Can there be news of the young master?"

Lan Honggu was busy: "The lady is relieved, just got the news of the outside house, saying that the second master can go home after the day."

Lengxiangyu breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Then you will go to clean up the house of the two young masters, clean it up, he will be clean and tidy, and he will not sleep when there is a trace of dust inside the house..."

"Mrs. Rest assured, the slaves have already been prepared. The house of the second master is cleaned by a dedicated person every day. There will be no mistakes."

Cool Xiangyu was relieved, but fortunately she still has a good son!

The son is her main heart, and is also the only seedling of Gufu. As long as she has a son, her position in this general army will be stable. As for other foxes, it will only take three or two years, and it is not enough!

Thinking of this, she temporarily put down all the unhappiness in her heart, and repeatedly told the people to call her son back.

......

Gu Xietian didn't stay at Zhou Yuniang tonight. He only had a meal with her. During the meal, he frequently distracted. Even Zhou Yuniang and his soft voice said a lot of words.

After the meal, he came out again, and did not let people follow, and unconsciously slipped into a small courtyard.

The small courtyard is not big, the location is remote, the copper door is locked on the door of the courtyard, the lock is somewhat rusty, and the door is covered with a thick layer of ash. It is obvious that no one has been here for a long time. .

Gu Xietian had a moment in front of the door, and finally he gritted his teeth. When he raised his hand, he broke the lock and pushed the door and went in.

The small courtyard is even more deserted, and the height of the fragrant grass is high. The small cuddly in the courtyard is also broken, and the sorrow can no longer be bleak.

Gu Xietian stood in the courtyard for a while, raised his hand and pushed open the broken door leaf, and slowly walked in.

The furnishings in the building are simple, and they have not been cleaned up for so many years. All the furniture has been covered with a thick layer of dust.

There are wooden beds in the inner house, and the wooden bed is covered with thin quilts that can't see the color.

Gu Xietian did not care about the dirt, slowly sat down at the bed, stretched out his hand and touched the thin quilt, his fingers were slid over an inch, dust was rising with his movements, the air was awkward, he also It seemed to be unaware that in the end he simply held the quilt in his arms and buried his face in the quilt as if to smell the smell of someone left inside.

But after nearly a decade, even if the quilt that the person once covered will not have any residue, what he smells is nothing but a strong mildew.

"A-star..." He held the quilt with his fingers, and the hand was dying. The knuckles were somewhat white: "I have come to see you. After so many years, you...repented?"