When walking around the first corner, Xue Tingzhi couldn't help but stop and look back.

But at this time, the heavy eaves and the high courtyard walls had blocked his sight, and all he could see was a brick and tile that could not be seen clearly in the darkness.

"Eldest son, what's wrong?"

Xiangzhi knew that he didn't seem to like to talk, and seeing him suddenly stopped to look back, he just thought he had forgotten something.

Unexpectedly, Xue Tingzhi just shook his head: "It's nothing, go back."

Let's go back.

No matter how lively and bright the front is, what belongs to him is now only the yard in the most remote corner. His existence, just like the existence of the courtyard in this mansion, is a naturally forgotten existence.

He and it are both waiting for an opportunity.

An opportunity to be noticed again.

Xue Tingzhi closed his eyes slightly, took another step, and walked back.

Even with a few more maids to serve, the courtyard is actually still deserted, except for the carved kang next to the window in the study, there is still a lamp.

He has the habit of reading at night, which should be lit by Lin'an.

"You all go down."

When Xue Tingzhi entered the study, he told the guarding maids to go down. He walked to the old bookshelf and subconsciously pointed out the volume of "Anti-Scriptures".

But when his fingers moved to a certain position in that row, he remembered: This volume was lent to Lu Jinxi, and she has not returned it yet.

At this moment, he couldn't help but laugh.

Lu Jinxi, born in the library of 52, is a lady.

But actually read "Anti-Jing"...

I have lived in the General's Mansion for eleven years, and I had no feeling for this "mother" before, but recently, he has...

Impossible not to notice.

"despair."

A soft sound.

He finally took out a book from the bookshelf at will, turned over and walked back to the heated kang, sat down cross-legged, and slowly read it under the light of this lonely lamp.

There is only one confidant in the world, you can not hate. Not only people, but also things...

Every word on the page was very clear, but looking at it, Xue Tingzhi found that he hadn't recorded a word at all.

Suddenly, many complicated thoughts swirled in his mind, making it difficult for him to clean up.

For example, the various examinations of the Yuewei Museum today, such as the sparse eyes of the first-born mother, such as the voices he heard outside the door, such as...

The dazzling new red on her lips.

Why was Xue Chi selected by the gentlemen?

Xue Tingzhi remembered what Lu Jinxi had just said at the side door, but he couldn't help sneering, and his slender and pale fingers slowly pressed hard against the edge of the page.

As if to wrinkle something, but also like to smooth something.

"Knock knock knock."

There was a knock on the door frame.

It was Xiangzhi holding the medicine bowl and standing outside the door: "Eldest son, the medicine is ready."

"Come in."

Xue Tingzhi's voice did not fluctuate at all, but slowly released his fingers that were pressing on the page.

When Xiangzhi came in, he couldn't see the slightest difference.

She came here not long ago, but she felt that the second grandmother seemed to treat this concubine eldest son well, but she didn't know him well, so she was always a little trembling when serving.

"This servant has already tried the medicine temperature, it's just right, drink it while it's hot." She came up respectfully, bent slightly, and held the celadon medicine bowl in front of Xue Tingzhi, her voice timid.

Xiangzhi is not very old.

She has a pair of soft weeds, which are uniquely tender, white and smooth for 28 girls, and her slender fingers are placed on the edge of the medicine bowl, which can easily attract people's attention.

But this moment...

Xue Tingzhi's eyes fell on her wrist.

Due to Duan Yao's gesture of reaching out, his thin wrist stretched out a part of his sleeve, thus revealing a part of snow white. And in that piece of snow-white, a little bit of red...

It's a red mole.

So Xue Tingzhi stretched out his hand.

Xiangzhi originally thought that he was here to pick up the medicine bowl as usual, but he didn't expect that the slightly cool fingers landed on her wrist.

At this moment, Xiangzhi only felt that the whole person's brain was buzzing, and her pink and white face suddenly turned red, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, but she was afraid of spilling the medicine, and she was a little anxious for a while: "Eldest, eldest son... "

"Eldest son..."

That's the name again.

With ease, he took him back to the door, and the voice seemed to be echoing in his ears again, losing his usual coldness and innocence, tremblingly, with a scorching warmth, and...

Erosion of bone.

But what she called was not herself.

There are so many "eldest sons" in the world, but maybe there isn't one that can be compared with that Gu Juefei who moved the world?

Xue Tingzhi's thin lips suddenly evoked an indescribable arc.

It seems ironic, and it seems self-deprecating.

This is the "mother", the maid next to him.

Yes, first-mother.

If she has always been in this identity, she may still manage his marriage, start a family, and start a career in the future...

Xue Tingzhi felt that a devil had grown out of his heart.

His eyes fell on this small red mole, and he only used his fingertips to gently rub and draw, and his voice was as soft as a dream.

"Your name is Xiangzhi..."

A low voice, as if dipped in wine.

Xiangzhi felt a little dizzy, and only felt that the cool fingers were moving on her wrist, but a spark seemed to ignite, which made her tremble uncontrollably, and her mind was even more chaotic, unable to think.

Only the bottom of those delicate eyes showed a little lustrous water light.

"Big, big son..."

There will always be one or two maids like her by the side of the old sons.

At this moment, Xiangzhi couldn't tell whether he was more afraid or more emotional, and he didn't know what to say at all, so he only dared to shout timidly.

"Eldest son..."

Her voice was thin.

At this moment, there is a little special tremor, like a drowning cat, fragile and pitiful. From those delicate lips, which were lit with a little peach lipstick, flowed out...

Gradually, it overlapped with the voice that kept looping in Xue Tingzhi's mind, making him feel like he was in a wonderful fantasy...

But there seems to be another self, pulled out from the body, and looked at it coldly, coldly, and cruelly.

"Snapped."

The medicine bowl finally fell to the ground.

The bitter medicinal smell spread out in an instant, overshadowing the original aroma of books and ink in this study, and other smells...

Chi Yue goes east.

The bright shadow of the begonia flowers outside the east courtyard wall is a little blurry under the moonlight.

Lu Jinxi just sat by the window, looked at the three sisters and brothers sitting in front of him, sorted out his thoughts, and said, "Today we will only tell one story. It was our general who was surrounded by him that year. Long stay outside the pass, the desert is in danger, but at this time there is a young general in white-"

"Ah, it's Uncle Fang, it's Uncle Fang!"

Before Lu Jinxi could finish speaking, Xue Chi suddenly shouted loudly, his face full of excitement.

"Mom, you are finally going to talk about Uncle Fang!"

"..."