Through a screen, Xie Xun saw the person sitting quietly in front of the window.

Crying.

No sound was made at all.

On a winter night, a woman in a thin white shirt sat there, her silhouette looking increasingly frail in the dim candlelight. She carefully held a piece of red paper-cut in her hand, looking down in trance, tears falling down, and she fell silent.

Silent sadness, depression.

There is something so sad in that look that no one can see through.

It was completely different from what I had just seen in front of him.

Xie Xun stood outside and looked at her for a long time.

When Cha Qiu walked in and saw Xie Xun, he was startled and was about to speak.

He walked out calmly, and Cha Qiu followed behind him uneasily.

The heavy snow is blowing, and the man in red is dignified. In the white sky and earth, he is cynical and unattainable.

"Master Hou..."

"Go and coax her." He said, "Don't say I've been here."

"Yes."

Cha Qiu accepted the order and walked into the bedroom: "Girl."

"You, why did you come in?"

A hurried and hoarse voice sounded, reaching Xie Xun's ears intermittently.

"Why should the girl be sad about this? It's better to be more open-minded. Who doesn't have a lot of wives and concubines like Mr. Hou? Mr. Hou will do the same in the future, and now he is already very good."

"If he takes a wife, I will leave."

"Girl!"

"Cha Qiu, do you think that I am of low status and I should be satisfied if I can climb up to Xu Beihou and become Xie Xun's concubine?" Meng Tang'an asked softly.

Cha Qiu is silent.

"But I am willing to live outside the house, not because of the royal power and wealth..."

The cold wind crushed the words, and one day such a weak voice, with the tenacity of crying, clearly fell into Xie Xun's ears. He did not listen any further and left straight away.

So the last sentence is a gift to this lonely and cold night before the New Year's Eve.

It’s really heavy.

Putting it in front of people who don't need it is humiliating yourself.

In Xie Xun's eyes, Meng Tang'an's admiration was cheap from beginning to end.

Xie Xun was born arrogant and held a high position. He had everything he wanted at his fingertips and never missed it, so that when Meng Tangan's sincerity was placed in front of him, it was dispensable.

"Cha Qiu, I'm sleepy, you go down first."

"Slave... I seem to smell something?" She hesitated.

"No!"

"Okay, I'm so sad, let the girl have a good rest."

After Cha Qiu left, Meng Tang'an immediately threw Xie Xun's paper-cut aside and popped the peeled but unswallowed sugar orange hidden away into his mouth.

"If he comes a little earlier, I will perform a live show for him!"

Health Pot:???

The health pot was held in for a long time: "Both of you will have to suffer retribution!!!"

"Whatever." Meng Tangan doesn't believe in fate. She has always been drunk one day, and she can have fun as she pleases.

It’s just for fun, who would take it seriously?

For Xie Xun, it is a romantic debt, but for her, it is a human game.

There is no difference. When the time comes, one shot and two parts will be considered a masterpiece.

"Does it look good when I cry?" Meng Tangan asked with a smile, admiring himself in the mirror.

"...You look better when you are in good health."

"Little one, just be your own salted fish."

…

"Brother Xie Xun!"

Zhang Nuanyan stood outside the gate, deliberately wearing a red dress that was very similar to Xie Xun's. She looked dignified and charming, and she was actually a noblewoman. The cold wind blew by, adding a bit of pity to her.

When I saw the slender figure walking from a distance, a proud smile flashed in my eyes.

She knows that Xie Xun will definitely come back!

So what if Meng Tang'an is favored again, he will never be able to enter Xu Beihou's mansion. On a day like New Year's Eve, isn't Xie Xun back?

In the end, she was the only one who could stand by Xie Xun's side.

A person who is born low should live in a stinky ditch and is not worthy of being compared with her!

"Brother Xie Xun, why are you wearing so little? Is it cold?" Zhang Nuanyan asked with concern, maintaining proper etiquette.

Xie Xun walked past her without even replying, his expression was cold.

He didn’t even do any superficial work.

For a moment, Zhang Nuanyan felt that people were looking at her with ridicule. Her smile froze for a moment, and she followed her as if nothing had happened. She raised her chin, calmly and gracefully.

The future is long.

She and Xie Xun have plenty of opportunities, but Meng Tangan will never have a chance.

On New Year’s Eve.

Xu Beihou's house was full of family reunions.

Chu Yu's residence is quiet and cold, and no one cares about it.

Looking at the lanterns hanging high, everything that had been carefully arranged for many days, Chu Yuju's servants sighed in their hearts, and the originally bustling courtyard when Xie Xun was there was filled with a bit of sadness.

Meng Tangan came out for a rare occasion and took a few glances: "Let's all evacuate."

Zha Qiu was startled and advised: "It was difficult to arrange it. It's a pity to withdraw it."

"Without Xie Xun, there is no point. We have withdrawn."

It’s all silver!!!

Meng Tang'an's heart was bleeding and she was extremely reluctant to leave, but she had to hold on to her character. After returning to the bedroom, she covered her heart in grief and couldn't breathe for a long time.

Cha Qiu’s eyes are filled with tears.

The girl really cares about Mr. Hou!

At the same time, there was constant laughter and laughter in the Hou Mansion. Liu Zhu tried his best to find opportunities to bring Zhang Nuanyan and Xie Xun together, and the servants were all overjoyed.

The direct descendants and branches of the Xu Beihou Mansion came, and dozens of people made a noise.

Xie Xun felt it was boring and couldn't bear Zhang Nuanyan's pestering, so he simply went back to the study alone and didn't come out until the New Year's Eve dinner in the evening.

Someone came forward immediately.

…

Royal Palace.

"Does mother really plan to never see me again for the rest of her life?"

Emperor Yan ignored the obstruction of the palace people and broke into the palace directly.

Grandma was startled and quickly knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty!"

The old man who was kneeling on the mat and knocking wooden fish stopped, finally stood up and looked at Emperor Yan.

The temples are gray and the eyebrows are deeply wrinkled, but those eyes are still clear.

She is seventy-eight years old this year.

Emperor Yan's heart trembled.

"Emperor, you are old and the Ai family can't control you... I only want one thing from you."

…

When the elders of the branch saw Xie Xun, they came forward eagerly and led their children to greet Xie Xun.

"In the blink of an eye, brother Xun has grown so big!"

"It's time to start a family. My uncle's family has a daughter from a distant relative who is very beautiful. Let me introduce her to you."

"Brother Xun, this is your cousin. He always wants to ask you for advice on political affairs, so here is a chance!"

Xie Xun's smile didn't reach his eyes, and he was unruly: "We are thirty today, so we won't talk about business."

Xie Quyan watched this scene and sneered in his heart.

When the Xie Mansion was prosperous, General Xie took care of them a lot, and they gained a lot of glory in the name of the Xie family. When something happens to the direct lineage, these side branches know better than anyone else, and they all want to sever ties.
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It's good now. Seeing that Xie Xun is in a high position, his thoughts are active again. Everyone wants to introduce their daughters to Xu Beihou's mansion, hoping that Xie Xun will take care of their sons in the court.
Chapter completed!