The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

He could be ruthless enough to kill his relatives, but his mother would definitely try her best to stop him.

After all, he is really a poor man.

She has been thinking about it for so many years, just wanting him to inherit the general's palace, but on the surface it seems that he has successfully gained his father's respect, but secretly he has committed rebellion or contacted foreign enemies, which means that he is just his father. A chess piece pushed out to block the view, or maybe it was just a tool to smooth the way for the two younger brothers.

No matter whether he was making plans in the court or charging into battle on the battlefield, in the end he only went to make wedding clothes for his two younger brothers.

It's just a question of whether his two younger brothers can survive until the day they wear wedding clothes.

The corner of Huo Mingheng's mouth slightly turned to one side in a mocking arc, but it quickly disappeared.

Luo Liyan was about to remind him something, but she heard footsteps outside the door.

"My mom is here to check on my homework. See you later." Luo Liyan said and secretly turned off the screen of her phone.

Huo Mingheng saw that as she finished speaking, the window-sized connection in front of him also turned off, and he grasped it with all his heart.

It's okay, it's just the so-called offline, she should come back later.

Taking a deep breath, Huo Mingheng actually started walking towards the courtyard where the banquet was held. Only halfway through, he heard the noise.

"Why don't you help the young lady down quickly!" An old lady shouted angrily at the top of her voice.

Huo Mingheng looked over and saw everyone at the banquet gathered around the huge pond. After a while, two women who were all wet were hurriedly helped out by seven or eight maids.

The old lady and his wife in the Hou Mansion were angry and anxious, and their eyes were red.

Today, for Sister Qing's marriage, they had invited all the children of the aristocratic families in Kyoto, but they didn't expect that such a thing would happen.

They all saw clearly that their sister Qing not only fell into the water, but was also carried ashore by servants. Her clothes were spread out, revealing a large area that should not be exposed, which made their clear eyes clear. How will my sister get married in the future?

"Old madam, don't be too anxious. It's hot today, and Miss Cen will be fine." One of the ladies reassured her with a smile.

In fact, it is better to say that it is comfort than gloating.

If he really wanted to be comforted, he wouldn't be able to laugh.

Many of the people who came here today wanted to see the jokes in the Dinghui Marquis Mansion.

At first, there was talk about a martial arts competition between the children of aristocratic families in the capital, and there was also a gimmick of being the leader. This made the young martial arts practitioners in their respective houses eager to challenge them. The remaining ones who did not want to participate were forced by their families who did not want to participate. It made people feel that they surrendered without a fight and were simply overpowered.

Unexpectedly, it was today, during the conversation, that they realized that Dinghui Hou Mansion was clearly choosing a grandson-in-law.

She, Cen Jiaqing, was the most beautiful woman in Kyoto and the legitimate daughter of Dinghui Hou Mansion. She was the official in charge of the affairs of the family, so she was certainly a good candidate for marriage from hundreds of families.

But aristocratic families also have the dignity of aristocratic families. They want to bring in all the aristocratic families in Kyoto to see each other. It is already too much. They even want to compete to pick the most capable one.

For a time, those who did not win the title of leader became unworthy of their girls.

She is just the most beautiful woman in Kyoto. She really thought that someone else's child would marry her.