Marquis Nankang turned around and looked at the sword hanging on the bedside of Shishi. She did not take away her sword.
And there was a black cloak randomly thrown on her stone couch. Anyone who saw it could subconsciously know that it belonged to Su Jintian. When she usually slept here at night, she would wear Su Jintian's cloak. Although she had not agreed to be with her.
Su Jintian shared the same room and bed, but each of them had his own way of cultivation.
Lou Xiliu stepped forward, gently picked up the cloak on the couch, and held it in her arms. She looked at Song Chengming uneasily. Of course, this was a gift from Su Jintian to Cao Xiwan. How could the friendship and time between these two people be so different?
Can it be broken?
Marquis Nankang waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the secret room door. In front of the door was Grandma Song, who was guarding the door. She glanced at Lou Xiliu as if nothing happened.
Nankang Hou walked out of the secret room. In his study, there was also a sword with a tiger glass and copper handle.
The old marquis started his career with military exploits. Song Chengming knew that he did not have the natural talent of Qing Luo Biying, but he had eyesight - maybe it was not that Su Jintian was loyal to him, but that Song Chengming had eyesight.
The Biying Sword and the Nine Transformations of Netherworld can defeat a hundred if they work together. This is what Song Chengming saw at the beginning.
He fell in love with Xiao Wan first, and then fell in love with Su Jintian.
And this kid, with his current temperament, would actually be more willing to partner with Xiliu.
Because Xiliu will cooperate with him, not him with Xiliu. Just like in the past ten years, Qingluo has been the main one and Biying has been the assistant.
But now, Su Yingtian has perfected his sword skills.
He will not be willing to help Qing Luo.
He has a strong and domineering attitude. Recently, his swordsmanship has changed from feminine to masculine and violent, so he must put himself first.
Marquis Nankang pointed to the jade potty medicine bottle on the table. Xiliu couldn't hold back her surprise. She stepped forward and took the medicine with both hands.
"Ten longevity pills, you try them first. At least you have to practice to the second level."
"yes."
Song Chengming said slowly: "Since I am your master, I will listen to him in everything."
"yes."
Wenxue held up a dizzy bright-corner hand lamp and walked slowly from the corridor of the outer study room. The thin willows disappeared in a flash.
Wenxue reported outside the door: "Master Hou."
"What's the matter?"
"Madam, please take a rest, Lord Marquis."
"knew."
Thin willows stood in the plum forest, and when he saw the lanterns moving, the Marquis left the study, probably returning to the main room. He glanced sideways on the corridor, and a cold light flashed like thunder.
Xiliu quickly took a step back and lowered her head behind the plum tree.
Marquis Nankang sighed secretly, Cao Xiwan liked to look at him.
Xiliu didn't dare.
But this is who he needs right now.
In the main room, Lou Shuluan received her husband with a smile.
"Where is Xiliu where you are?"
"Um."
Lou Shuluan elaborated on his expression. In the past few days, she seemed to have returned to the past. It was when Song Chengming had just taken Cao Xiwan in and guided her to learn the Nine Transformations of the Netherworld. He was always absent-minded when he came to see her.
Because Cao Xiwan was so outstanding, she made Song Chengming see the hope of his own career.
These days, Song Chengming seems to have returned to those days.
For whom?
Thin willow?
Lou Shuluan hung her robe on the carved clothes hanger in front of the bed, and sat side by side with her husband on the bedside. She put her hands on her lap skirt, thought about it for a long time, and said, "I have never harmed Xiaowan."
Song Chengming laughed dumbly and looked at his wife. He was about to say a few words of comfort when he saw Lou Shuluan's eyes.
Her eyes were calm, disgusted, inferior, and proud.
She is Shuluan, the Shuluan who saw Cao Xiwan for the first time in the heavy snow on that day at Zizhu Bridge.
"I'm not as good as her, so I won't practice anymore." She smiled lightly, "If I want to harm her, wouldn't it be easier before?"
He lowered his eyes slightly.
Because he was silent and obviously suspicious, she felt sad in her heart. She stood up and opened the box to take out the Buddha statue box: "I don't want to give it to you. Why should I fulfill her wish? Although my father is not a prince,
She has also accumulated meritorious service and gained the rank of noble lord, just because she can practice some unorthodox things. I want to please her?"
He looked at his wife for a long time and finally sighed: "Why bother competing with Xiaowan."
After saying that, he stood up and took two steps left and right.
When he turned around again, his eyes were as sharp as knives and as heavy as an eagle: "Not you?"
She suppressed her grievance and joy, had a heart-to-heart talk with her husband, and said with tears: "She is your personal guard and a domestic slave. In terms of background, there is no one more loyal to you than her. If I harm her, wouldn't it be wrong?"
Want to harm you? Can’t I understand this, am I such a stupid woman?”
"Ten years ago, when I just returned to Jinling City, why did you ask Mother Chen in front of you to lead out Lou Xiliu and bring it to me?" he interrupted.
Lou Shuluan was horrified, but she didn't expect that he had already seen it. With tears in her eyes, she said, "I shouldn't hide it from you. But I heard at that time that there was Cao Xiwan and Su Jintian in front of you. I
I think, the more you rely on them, the harder it is for them to get married. It is better to arrange for someone to marry Su Jincai. The background should not be too low. After all, Xiliu can be considered a noble queen. - If she marries
Su Jintian, you value me more."
Hearing this explanation, especially the last sentence, Song Chengming was slightly startled. He stood in front of the bed with his hands folded, his face gradually softened.
He still remembered that he once said to Su Jintian: "I want to marry you as a daughter of the clan. How about it?"
Lou Shuluan looked at his profile under the lamp and knew that the time when he found Xiliu and secretly cultivated her was actually the year when Su Jintian and Cao Xiwan were closest and inseparable.
Almost everyone thought the two were going to get married.
But Song Chengming must have said something to Su Jintian, that he would not allow his two close men to get married.
Lou Shuluan sat down, wiping her tears with a handkerchief: "I just thought, although Qingluo Biying is good, you once told me that people's hearts are fickle, and I'm afraid they won't be able to live with others for long in the future. I think you will always be useful in the future.
Where the thin willow trees grow."
"..." Under the lamp, the Marquis of Nankang was silent.
It's exactly what she said.
He had already reached the rank of duke. When the new emperor ascended the throne and political affairs changed, he was no longer a small member of the family.
He has a noble status and numerous subordinates, so why should he recruit talented people regardless of their background? Qingluo is a domestic slave girl, Biying has a foreign blood, and now, Nankang Hou knows that he needs people who are loyal and willing to use him.
Once, he said to Su Jintian: "I want to marry you as a daughter of my clan. How about it?"
He thought that Su Jintian understood it at that time.
Because of this, he sent Xi'er to the Biying Palace as compensation. Later, he took her out and arranged to be a dowry girl next to Shuluan. Compared with Qingluo, who had already wanted to leave and was unwilling to become a concubine,
Wouldn't a daughter of the wife family like Lou Xiliu be more reliable than Song Chengming?
And if he could cultivate one Qingluo female ghost, he could cultivate a second one. Xiaowan, being so unbearable, really failed him in his high expectations.
Lou Shuluan stood up, observed his words and expressions, and said softly:
"Cheng Ming. I have also practiced the Nether Art for a few days. I usually take a close look at Xiliu's green shadow body technique. In my opinion, Xiaowan and Jintian are all cultivated by the Marquis. It is the Hou Ye who has a sharp eye and sees the Nether Art.
It can cooperate with Biying Palace's secret skills. In this case, why not find someone to learn both. Just like Xiliu did? The puppet formation of twelve people is the real secret skill. And this does not necessarily have to be small.
Xiao Wan has been working hard since she was six or seven years old. In the past, I was not as willing to work hard as her, but it is not that I am not as good as her. You have the most people like Xiao Wan who are willing to work hard... They are more obedient."
The Marquis of Nankang was startled, then he looked up and laughed, and stepped forward to embrace her: "The one who knows me is my lady."
Xiliu returned to her room and saw through the window that the lights in the main room were out.
In the darkness, she could see the shadow of the moon moving on the ground and the light clouds covering the moon. She felt a little uneasy in her heart. The Marquis asked her to take the Biying Twelve Puppet Formation.
If the Biying Puppet Dance was performed by twelve people in formation, it was said that no one could beat it. After knowing this secret, she finally understood why the master cared so much for her junior brothers and sisters.