forever

Lu Liang sat quietly in the house, playing with the chess pieces in a very boring way.

Holding on, dropping, he spent a lot of time on this series of meaningless actions.

The door was slowly opened, and a maid came in with a stooped man.

The maid bowed, "My lord, this is the Da Yong prostitute that the housekeeper found. The general asked me to find it to relieve my lord."

Looking at the man beside him, the maid paused, "Don't look at him as ugly, he has all the skills of throwing a ball, swallowing gold and spitting fire, and what's even rarer is that he can speak Dayong dialect..."

"Yes," Lu Liang interrupted her without looking at her, "Why are there so few people speaking Dayong dialect?"

"Slave servant deserves to die." The maid immediately knelt down.

"You didn't kill the more than [-] people in Dayong, so why should you die?" Lu Liang smiled and waved his hand, "Let's stay here, let's go."

After the maid walked away, Lu Liang returned to his previous state, holding on to his son and dropping his son, as if he forgot that there was someone in the room.

However, the man took a step forward and shouted tremblingly, "... Lord Hou!"

Startled, the chess piece in his hand fell to the ground.

Lu Liang suddenly turned his head, with a look of disbelief, "... Sihuan?"

That's right, the man in front of him with a disfigured appearance and a cramped figure is Zhang Le and Zhang Sihuan, the adopted son of his confidant Zhang Xuan.

Lvliang is poor, and has only one daughter, Lu Yunlu, under his knees, so he treats this son as his own son, and has been like a day for more than ten years.

Lu Liang was so excited that he fell from the couch, Zhang Le hurried forward to catch him.

In the past, Kong Wu was a powerful general who ruled the country, and the prince of Qin who covered the sky with one hand, is now emaciated.Zhang Le touched the protruding ribs and suddenly choked up.

Lu Liang couldn't stand up, so he just nestled in his arms, caressing his bumpy face tremblingly, "Why...how..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes turned red.

"The last general was sent out of the city before, and later learned that my father died in battle... The last general wanted to be like my father, but he heard that Hou Ye was captured by the Zhao family's thieves, and even locked in a deep house for molesting and molesting..." Zhang Le was talking, but he couldn't say anything, and she kept crying, "The last general tried every means to save Lord Hou... The last general, the last one will be late..."

Hearing the key words, Lu Liang turned around and broke free from Zhang Le's arms, "Rescue? No, no, I can't go."

"Master Hou?" Zhang Le was surprised.

"Yunlu is still in his hands...he made Yunlu feign death, and found a lover for her...I can't leave." Lu Liang struggled to find the edge of the couch, his hands trembling in vain couch.

Zhang Le was even more clueless, "...Hou, Lord Hou, what are you talking about in your sleep?"

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A boy cat is under a tree, not knowing what to do.

"Anu!" From a distance, the call came with the wind.

He heard his voice before seeing him, but the boy couldn't help but turned around and ran away.

"Anu, look what this Marquis brought you?" The person who came was a tall and big man, he parted his waist, and put a cage in the boy's palm.

The boy picked it up and took a closer look. The cage was inlaid with gold and silver, which was exquisite and extraordinary. The sunlight leaked in through the hollow, and he could vaguely see two crickets inside.

"Hou, Lord Hou!" The boy looked up excitedly, almost choked up.

"It's useless if you try to hide it, Ben Hou knows you like this." The man just grinned and ruffled the boy's hair with his big hands.

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Malaysia is elevated, and the streets are sparsely populated.

The carriage raised billows of smoke and dust, and finally stopped in front of a remote house.

An extraordinary handsome man lifted the curtain and stepped down slowly.

The maidservants came out in a file, but they only lined up far away, and no one came close.

"Hey! General!" The butler stepped forward to greet him without fear of death, "I found the trickster you asked me last time, and I found it. Marquis Lu stayed here, so he must like it." He moved closer In the man's ear, "It's extremely ugly, the general can rest assured."

Hearing this, the man chuckled in a low voice, under the bright sun, it was like a flower blooming in the epiphyllum, and a phoenix appeared for a while.

The maid was still watching her heart, not daring to raise her head.

"Reward." The man nodded to the butler and smiled, "Lead the way."

The butler randomly called a maid, and the maid bowed and led the man into the house.

The door of the house is deep, but the maid bowed her head all the way, not looking at or speaking.

It stands to reason that with such a master who looks more like Pan An and looks like Wei Jie, these girls in the boudoir will take a sneak peek.

Of course, the skin of a beauty, the heart of a femme fatale.

In the past, the owner of the courtyard refused to listen to dissuasion, and after taking a bath, he lay on his back in the courtyard and drank in only his single clothes. On the second day, there were a few more servants in the courtyard who had been poached.

"I went to Yangzhou this time and brought back some shortbread." The man smiled and pushed the box to Luliang.

Lu Liang took it, opened it, and ate it in front of him without any scruples.

The man's brows and eyes were crooked with a smile, and he leaned forward slightly, "Can you still keep your mouth shut?"

Lu Liang didn't answer, put down his snacks, and climbed up to get into the wooden wheelchair.

"What?" The man frowned.

"Xiaojie." Lu Liang replied.

"...I'll take you there." The man raised his eyebrows, got up to embrace him, and the nine-foot man was gently picked up by him.

"... lost weight again. Can't the new cook?" After weighing it subconsciously, the man's tone became cold.

"It's just summer." Lu Liang sighed, "Don't blame others."

Hearing this, the man's tone warmed up slightly, "You have to eat something, too."

Lu Liang didn't answer, but just put his arms around the man's neck and leaned on his shoulder, "...Zhao Lian, I want to see Yunlu."

The man named Zhao Lian was taken aback, "...Why did you mention it again?"

"Yunlu was pregnant in the late autumn of last year. I think her day is coming soon... I want to see her."

"I've already made it clear. You can't see me." Zhao Lian's tone was not kind.

Lu Liang lowered his eyes obediently at first, but now he raised them suddenly, "Is it impossible to see, or is it impossible to see?"

Before Zhao Lian could react, he felt a pain in his chest, lowered his head, and thrust a dagger into it.

His legs softened, and he fell to his knees, and Lu Liang fell from his hands.

The loud noise alarmed the guards at the door.

"Don't come in!" Zhao Lian yelled, then turned to stare at Lu Liang, "Who told you?"

Lu Liang was silent.But Zhao Lian immediately thought of it, gritted his silver teeth, "That trickster!!"

Lu Liang couldn't stand up, Shi Shiran sat down, "Tell me, how did Yunlu die?"

"...She was beheaded with a sword in the palace, and finally committed suicide and died for the country."

After listening, Lu Liang raised his head and covered his face with his hands.

"You taught her well. Qin is not worthy." Zhao Lian comforted her.

"...I'm almost dead and I still talk too much."

"I won't die." Zhao Lian pressed his chest and shook his head firmly, "You're wrong. Even at this time, you are still soft-hearted. That's why you will never win against me."

Lu Liang was stunned.

Spring scenery in Shangsi, lanterns at night, fireworks in temple fairs, autumn leaves falling...

In an instant, scenes of the past emerged like a fleeting glance.

He finally came back to his senses, and pulled out a dagger from his sleeve.

Zhao Lian actually put on a teasing posture of "where did you get so many murder weapons".

Looking at the shining tip of the knife, Zhao Lian looked calm, "Have you finally made up your mind?"

"No, I figured it out, I don't want you to die. Death is too easy and too cheap for you." Lu Liang turned around and put the tip of the knife against himself,

"I want your life to be worse than death."

The candle flickered.