The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Popular recommendation:

Xiao Heng stayed in the room for a full quarter of an hour before coming out.

Just now, he deliberately gave Gu Jiao an excuse to leave, not that Gu Jiao really wanted to see the posting of couplets.

Sure enough, he went to the next door, and Gu Jiao sat there motionless.

That quiet look made people feel distressed.

Gu Jiao heard him push the door, stood up and looked at him, her tone was calm, but her eyes were worried: "How is the clearance?"

Xiao Heng entered the room and put the empty bottle of golden sore medicine on the table.

The answer is already obvious.

With such a big bottle, their whole family can't wipe it out in a year, which shows how many injuries Qing Kong has on his body.

Gu Jiao pressed her forehead against his firm chest sullenly.

He raised his slender jade hand and gently rubbed her head.

When she was down, he always comforted her like this.

Xiao Heng said softly: "Don't be too sad, I checked carefully, and the injuries are all healed."

He was able to explain to her calmly now, but he was almost unable to hold back a few times in the room just now.

Fortunately, Jiaojiao didn't see his embarrassment, otherwise he would be ashamed to see others in the future.

She whispered: "He used to have acne, and I didn't want him to leave even a small pimple, so I wrapped his hands around him. He sneaked out to tickle it, and was caught by Gu Changqing."

Now that he has left so many scars on his body, how much her heart should ache.

"Also, I will even tell me that my fingers hurt from smashing walnuts."

Xiao Heng didn't know how to comfort her.

Boys are like this, always clinging to their mothers when they were young, but as they grow up, some words and things can only be known by their fathers.

Probably, this is the price of growth.

It is the child's protection of the mother.

...

Dinner is served at Shangguan Yan's side.

Because Xiao Cong just vomited and his body has not yet recovered, someone needs to hug him, and Xiao Heng has already hugged Xiao Yan and Xiao Xiaoxuan, so Gu Jiao went to hug Xiao Cong.

But how could Xuanyuanxi make Jiaojiao tired?

He must do the job of holding a baby!

Xuanyuan Xi decisively took Xiao Cong over again.

Xiao Cong sat in his arms with a dark face: Uncle, you can be a human being!

Tonight is the New Year's Eve dinner, Duke An was invited to the palace, and Feng Wuxiu also came.

Feng Wuxiu was quite fascinated, why did the palace always call him or the two of them for New Year's Eve dinner?

However, the food made by the chef is delicious, so he is also willing to come.

Xuanyuanqi, Liaochen, and Taoist Master Qingfeng were all stationed at the border gate and failed to return to Beijing.

During dinner, Xuanyuanxi finally knew about his being a marquis. To be honest, he didn't care much about official positions. He didn't go to war to be an official. However, if he could show off to his bad brother-in-law, that would be too much. Happy!

He picked up a chopstick of green vegetables, and said in a tone of voice: "Oh, some people are only nineteen years old and are the top students in high school, but some people are already Marquis at the age of thirteen!"

Except for Xiao Yan and Xiao Xiaoxuan who didn't understand, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched. The familiar formula, the familiar smell, that stinky little monk came back again.

But what is this Versailles?

High school champion at nineteen? How do you let other champions live?

Also, do I need to remind you that your bad brother-in-law was already a juvenile sacrificial wine at the Imperial College at the age of thirteen?

The ceiling of one piece of paper and one weapon can be regarded as being taken off by the two of you.

Xuanyuan Xi raised his chin and snorted: "I don't care, anyway, I'm better than a bad brother-in-law!"

Xiao Heng gave him a piece of well-picked fish: "Eat yours."

Xuanyuan Xi has not been so dizzy since he was ten years old. At first he could only drink a little broth, but later on he could eat a little fish and shrimp, and now he can also eat a little lean meat.

Just not too much.

Xuanyuanxi hummed and began to eat heartily.

At this time, he was a carefree child again.

New Year's Eve is also Xiao Heng and Xuanyuan Xi's birthdays, the imperial dining room cooked longevity noodles for them, Xuanyuan Xi sucked it all up in one breath.

He was never hungry at home,

He went to the battlefield and starved at both ends for three days, which made everything he ate delicious.

The adults at the table looked at him like this, and they couldn't help feeling distressed.

An Guogong smiled and smoothed things over: "I almost forgot the gift."

Xuanyuan Xi took his head out of the noodle bowl: "Well, there are still gifts? Is it for me?"

An Guogong smiled: "You and Ah Heng both."

Most of the gifts everyone gave Xiao Heng were books, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and the gifts for Xuanyuan Xi were various.

Gu Jiao gave him a newly made nine-section whip, on which Gu Xiaoshun even designed a hidden weapon, which can be used for attack, defense and sneak attack.

Xuanyuanxi went outside to play twice on the spot, the weight and length were just right, and the flexibility was perfect, he liked it very much.

He pinned the whip around his waist, returned to his seat, and asked Xiao Heng: "Brother-in-law, what do you have for me?"

Xiao Heng said lightly: "No, I didn't know you were coming back."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden sound of piercing the sky outside the hall, and then, a golden firework exploded in the endless sky.

"fireworks!"

Xuanyuan Xi opened his eyes wide and flashed out!

Xiao Yan was very anxious: "I want to watch it too! I want to watch it too! I want to watch it too!"

The doors and windows are wide open, the location of the reunion dinner is excellent, and the angle of the fireworks has been carefully calculated, so you can enjoy a feast of fireworks while sitting.

But couldn't stand the gorgeous fireworks, everyone went to the small garden outside the hall.

The radiant golden fireworks bloomed again and again, the entire night sky was lit up, and the whole palace witnessed this flourishing fireworks.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Xiao Yan was so excited that she screamed: "So beautiful! So beautiful!"

Xiao Cong, a quiet and handsome man, rarely thinks that the fireworks tonight are beautiful.

Xiaoxuan, who was only two years old, was so frightened by the explosion that he went straight into Shangguanyan's arms.

A total of thirteen rounds of fireworks.

Xuanyuan Xi looked up at the colorful sky, reluctant to blink.

Gu Jiao didn't know when she came to him, she also looked at the fireworks above her head, and said softly, "Your brother-in-law made it for you."

"Huh?" He was taken aback.

Gu Jiao said: "Last year when you came back from Liang Guo, didn't you say that Liang Guo's fireworks were beautiful? Your brother-in-law made them for you and planned to show them to you on your twelfth birthday, but you went to join the army."

Xiao Heng didn't say anything, but kept in mind that Jing Kong was one year older, and he also made more fireworks.

Just wait for the clearance to come back safely.

Gu Jiao bent her lips and looked at him: "Your brother-in-law loves you very much."

Just like loving my eldest son, he is strict and picky, but if you want stars, I will give you the whole galaxy without hesitation.

Xuanyuan Xi pulled his slightly red ears, glanced at the bad brother-in-law not far away who was also watching the fireworks, and whispered, "Jiaojiao loves me the most!"

...

After watching the fireworks, Shangguanqing brought over the sweet-scented osmanthus brewed by the court winemaker.

Xuanyuan Xi drank wine for the first time in his life.

Well, it was poured by Shangguan Qing.

He has perfectly inherited Gu Jiao's drinking capacity, and he can get drunk with just one drink!

Then he also perfectly inherited Gu Jiao's wine taste.

I saw him holding the jug in one hand, staggering on the grass in the small garden with the other, took a deep breath, and started singing.

"... So what if you sing through the clichés~~The bones and ashes are all me~Duckweed in a troubled world~Enduring the flames of flames and burning mountains and rivers~I am humble and dare not forget to worry about the country~Even if no one knows me~"

He raised Fan'er with his right hand, turned his body around, and began to play: "people in the audience are walking by ~ no old colors ~ people on stage are singing ~ heartbroken farewell song ~ love words are hard to write ~ she must sing with blood ~ The curtain starts ~ the curtain ends ~ we are the guests at last~"

The young man was thin and tall, with a handsome face like jade, slightly drunk and blurred after drunkenness, his cheeks were slightly flushed, he sang vigorously, and his posture was handsome and unrestrained.

Such a young man is really fascinating.

The hearts of the maids were pounding, and they blushed one by one before they knew it.

Shangguan Qing was also drunk, and while listening, he tapped on his lap.

After finishing the song, he raised the jug and shouted, "Okay!"

Sitting beside Xiao Heng, Gu Jiao looked at the young man who looked like a banished fairy with her chin in her hand, and smiled, "It's so pretty."

Xiao Heng: "..."

Daughter-in-law, look at me.

...

Xuanyuanxi drank two more sips and became unconscious, Xiao Heng came over and carried him back.

"I... will go!" He waved his hand and refused.

Xiao Heng looked at him angrily and amusedly: "Take two steps and show me."

Xuanyuan Xi: "..."

Xiao Heng carried him up.

Xuanyuan Xi lay on his back, squeezed it, and muttered: "Bad brother-in-law...how do I feel...you have become smaller..."

"It's you who grew up!"

How could he be smaller?

An eight-year-old child and a thirteen-year-old child lie on the same back, so the feelings are naturally different.

Xuanyuan Xi asked worriedly even when he was drunk: "You, can you memorize me?"

Xiao Heng carried him on his back and walked towards the bedroom: "I'm only twenty-seven, very young, why can't I carry you, a thirteen-year-old kid?"

"Oh." Xuanyuan Xi buried his cheeks in his arrowhead, and said vaguely, "Then you promise me...you don't grow old...you and Jiaojiao...neither you are allowed to grow old..."

Xiao Heng smiled: "Okay, not old."

Xuanyuan Xi hugged Xiao Heng's neck, and mumbled drunkenly: "It doesn't matter if you get old..."

You raise me young, I raise you old.