Chapter 228: Acting like a baby (one more) (1/2)

Chapter 228 Acting like a baby (one more)

When Old Houye copied the military books and was so painful that he didn't want to live, he saw Xuanping Hou stood up, swiped his sleeves, and went out leisurely!

Lao Hou Ye: ”...”

Xuanping Hou came out of the palace in a light car, called Chang Jing, and got on the carriage to the Imperial College.

Because of the imperial examination, the Imperial College has recently increased the number of courses, and Xiao Liulang often ends school after dark.

This time is just right, not too soon or too late.

Xuan Pinghou waited for an hour outside the Imperial College before waiting for Xiao Liulang.

The uniform of   Guozijian has a white background and blue edges. The cuffs are wide. The cuffs, placket and waist line are all in indigo blue silk. The waist is tightened, restraining etiquette, and pure and handsome.

This kind of prison uniform can wear good temperament as long as it is not ugly, but among the large group of prison students who have moved in white clothes, there is a figure with a cane that is particularly conspicuous.

He is tall, slender, and has a jade-like appearance. Wanjia's lights are behind him, reflecting the clean and pure color of a young man, but the walking stick with a cane has ruined this beauty.

Xuan Pinghou’s gaze fell on his lame leg, and his handsome thick eyebrow was a frown.

But only for a moment, he got out of the carriage as usual.

His carriage did not stop at the gate of the Imperial College, but under the big tree beside it.

Xiao Liulang was walking, suddenly a tall figure flashed out from behind the tree, blocking his way.

He stopped and looked at each other faintly.

The young man has the height of an adult man. This look is no longer looking up, but almost head-up, except that he is much thinner, while Xuanping Hou has been practicing martial arts all the year round, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, with strong muscles.

Xiao Liulang's eyes were not warm, nor surprised or any other emotions, just looking so indifferently, as if looking at an unrelated stranger.

This look hurt Xuan Pinghou’s eyes, but Xuan Pinghou still showed a smile: ”Son, long time no see!”

Xiao Liulang looked away: ”I said I am not your son.”

Xuanping Hou: ”How come the **** is not the son of Ben Hou?”

Even if you are not Ah Heng, at least you are Liu Lang, the kind of me and Chen Yunniang.

Then you are my son!

The crooked truth was written in his eyes.

Xiao Liulang had no intention of dealing with him: ”I'm going back.”

Xuan Pinghou continued to stop him: ”Do me a favor.”

Xiao Liulang did not speak.

Xuanping Hou grievedly said: “It’s really unlucky today. I was scammed by a girl. She hid, and I hid, but I was the only one who was punished.”

There is no beginning and no end to these words, Xiao Liulang didn't understand, and didn't want to understand.

Xuan Pinghou sighed: ”Your Majesty punished me to copy the military books. You also know that I would rather eat a board and a whip than write. This is killing me.”

Xiao Liulang's mind flashed the little expression of Gu Jiao frantically practicing calligraphy.

Xuan Pinghou still didn’t know that his son had lost his mind, and continued to grievances and said: ”You used to copy for me, but this time you copied it for me! No one in the old monkey helped him copy. Who told his son not to copy. Compete, my son is compelling!”

Xuan Pinghou's mouth is usually used to choke people, and he doesn't usually say good things, which is just to coax his son.

All the cultivation of Xuan Pinghou's life seems to have been applied to this young man.

But the teenager does not appreciate it.

Xiao Liulang raised his eyes and looked at him steadily, with a cold expression in his eyes: ”How many times should I say it? I am not your son. Your son was burned to death in the fire four years ago. He was not in the fire. I dared to shout and waited desperately for someone to rescue him, but in the end I could only watch myself being swallowed by the sea of ​​fire. He is dead, Xiao Ji, your son is dead!”

Xiao Ji, your son is dead!

These words are like a sharp knife, and they plunge into Xuan Pinghou's heart!

Xiao Liulang decisively left.

Xuan Pinghou's body was trembling slightly, he raised his hand to cover his heart.

Fuck!

It hurts...

Xiao Liulang went back to Bishui Hutong with a cold suit. Before entering the house, he conquered his heart and walked into the courtyard.

At this hour, everyone in the family has stopped. No accident, there is still a light for him in the hall.

He walked in lightly, and Gu Jiao fell asleep on the table of the Eight Immortals in the hall again.

The light illuminates her face and eyebrows softly, but it is different from the coldness in the past, her eyebrows are slightly frowning, and it seems that she is not very comfortable in her sleep.

Xiao Liulang hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, and gently covered her forehead.

Not hot.

He retracted his hand.

He moved very lightly, but Gu Jiao was still awake, she gave him a dazed look: ”Are you back?”

Xiao Liulang realized that her face was not so good, he paused, and asked: ”Where is it...Is it uncomfortable?”

Gu Jiaoling yawned, ”It's okay.”

Xiao Liulang looked at her tired face, his heart tightened slightly: ”I have eaten, you go to bed, you don't have to wait for me in the future.”

”It's okay.” She curled her lips, ”I'm done with the hot water.”

”I will fight by myself, you go to sleep.” Xiao Liulang urged again, in a tone that could not be rejected.