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Chapter 177: Obsession

Qiuchu sighed and said nothing.

Although Erlang did not grow up in front of her, Mei Shiniang would write to tell her if anything happened. She was Erlang's biological mother, so how could she not know what was in his heart.

He and Jiao Jiao were childhood sweethearts who had grown up together. It was no surprise to them, the elders, that they could develop such a bond.

It's just that he and Jiao Jiao are not destined to be together after all.

"Fortunately, the second brother can't beat the eldest brother." Xiao Qingze said while chewing the fruit.

His second father really had the foresight to let the eldest brother watch over the second brother, otherwise if the second brother ran away, he would be the unlucky one again.

But today, Xiao Xuanan became more ruthless. Even though he knew that he could not beat his elder brother who grew up on the battlefield, he still started fighting with him. He fought with him for dozens of times and was still unwilling to accept it.

Qiuchu looked at her two sons fighting like this, holding the handkerchief tightly with tears in her eyes.

Xiao Qingze saw his second brother being beaten like that by his eldest brother, and was about to run out lamely, "I'm going to find my second father!"

Qiuchu grabbed him and said, "Let them fight! Erlang will always give up!"

Xiao Qingze had no choice but to sit back again.

"That's enough!" Xiao Changfeng punched Xiao Xuan'an to the ground and pushed him to the ground with his backhand, "Erlang, why are you so stubborn? I told you a long time ago that Jiao Jiao will not be yours!"

Xiao Xuanan was pinned to the ground and looked forward with red eyes. He growled and tried to get up again, like a wounded and ferocious beast.

Xiao Changfeng pressed him down and warned: "You'd better not get up, don't let me continue to beat you!"

Xiao Xuan'an pushed his hand hard on the ground, turned over and kicked Xiao Changfeng away. He stood up and wanted to run out. Xiao Changfeng was also a little annoyed by this stubborn brother who looked like a cow, so he took a long bamboo in the corner.

, hit him hard on the leg.

Xiao Xuanan was beaten to the point where he knelt on the ground, then gritted his teeth and stood up again.

Xiao Changfeng gave him another blow.

"Brother, please stop fighting!" Xiao Qingze couldn't stand it anymore. The second father couldn't beat his own son, so he asked his eldest brother to beat him. The two father and son were really more cruel than the other.

Xiao Changfeng threw the bamboo away and said to Yan Yu: "Bring me my silver spear!"

Xiao Qingze said "Fuck!" and said to Xiao Xuan'an: "Second brother, please stop being stubborn!"

Yan Yu took Xiao Changfeng's spear and threw it to him. Xiao Changfeng took his heavy silver spear and swung it at the legs of Xiao Xuan'an who got up from the ground.

Xiao Xuan'an reached out to catch Xiao Changfeng's silver spear, half-kneeling on the ground and looking up at him, his voice trembling: "Brother, please let me see Yue'er, I just want to see her."

Xiao Changfeng: "You have seen enough. If you want to meet her, wait until she gets married!"

Xiao Changfeng looked at his brother's stubborn look with red eyes and sighed, "Erlang, don't be stubborn anymore, I don't want to break your legs."

Qiuchu couldn't sit still anymore, stood up and walked to Xiao Xuanan, caressing the wounds on his face and said: "Erlang, good boy, stop your hands in time, the more you see, the more you will never forget in the future, wait...

.It will get better after some time. As time goes by, everything will be forgotten."

Xiao Xuanan looked at his mother, and finally could no longer stand firm. He hugged his mother's waist and cried loudly, "Mother, I can't forget it. How could I forget it?"

"Yue'er is the best girl in the world, how could I forget..."

Such a good Yue'er is the person he has hidden in his heart since he was a child, and the person he wants to be with for the rest of his life.

Qiuchu looked at her little son who was crying like a child, and her heart was about to break.

"Erlang, if Jiao Jiao is also happy with you, we will definitely not stop you, but you just don't have this fate, and love cannot be forced..."

Why doesn't he understand?

It was because he knew Xiao Yue'er's heart so clearly that he buried the feelings in his heart forever and did not dare to tell her even a word.

Young people's emotions are the hottest and most profound, and young people are also full of passion and have the courage to risk their lives.

But all Xiao Xuanan's courage was as deep in his heart as his emotions, and now it finally broke out.

At this moment, his regretful heart was throbbing violently. If he could express the love in his heart earlier, would things be different? If he was more selfish, no matter whether he succeeded or not, he would at least be able to get more out of the month.

I got an answer from my son's mouth.

Rather than like now, everything has been settled.

Beijing, Qing'an Palace.

"Jiaojiao, let me tell you that Princess Qing is holding a banquet this time to let Princess Yuan Lang of Chisang get to know the nobles of the capital..."

When Wen Jiaojiao followed her mother-in-law and eldest aunt to Qing'an Palace, they kept talking to her about Princess Chisang.

On the second day after Wen Miaoran married into the Qing'an Prince's Mansion, Princess Chisang Yuanlang arrived in the capital. Yuanlang and King Qing'an belonged to a marriage between the two countries. Although Chisang had been making small moves in Beiyuan these days, Chisang's

The king still wants to seek peace and establish diplomatic relations with Beiyuan.

Chisang is also in constant civil strife. People from another faction want to mess up the relationship between Beiyuan and Chisang. Now it is also giving the leader of Chisang a headache. He can only marry the princess first to stabilize Beiyuan's heart.

, if we really want to fight, Chisang, a small country, simply cannot withstand it.

And Chisang is the area under the jurisdiction of King Qing'an, so if you want to marry the princess, you must marry him.

The swelling in Wen Jiaojiao's hands and feet has subsided in the past few days, and her health is better than before. In two days, she will get married to Que Wu. There are many complicated etiquette and things to do, so Aniang took her out with her.

Take some time to relax.

I had met Princess Qing several times before at palace banquets. She was a middle-aged woman with a virtuous temperament and a bit of arrogance.

She had never met Princess Chisang. In her first life, Princess Chisang also married into the Prince of Qing'an as a princess, but her second sister had not yet married the Prince of Qing'an.

Concubine Qing held a banquet in a spacious courtyard. Wen Jiaojiao followed her mother-in-law and eldest aunt to arrive quite early. The banquet had not started yet, but the nobles from various aristocratic families were having fun and laughing together.

As soon as Wen Jiaojiao and the others arrived, a familiar woman from an aristocratic family came up to talk to A Niang and the others.

Wen Jiaojiao was never able to attend such an occasion. Some flowers were planted beside the courtyard. When she heard that Wen Jiaojiao was coming, Concubine Qing asked people to move all the flower pots away, leaving only some flowers planted in the courtyard.

The one in the corner cannot be moved.

"Sister Jiaojiao!"

As soon as Wen Jiaojiao sat down at a table in the corridor, she saw Qi Yao waving to her in front.

Wen Jiaojiao smiled and raised her hand and waved, "Sister Ayao!"

Qi Yao broke away from her mother's hand, sat down next to Wen Jiaojiao, hugged her and said, "Jiaojiao, I thought you wouldn't come."

Wen Jiaojiao: "I have been staying in the courtyard these past few days, and my mother wanted me to come out for some air."

Qi Yao poured herself a cup of hot tea and drank it, raising her eyebrows and bumping into Wen Jiaojiao: "You are going to get married in two days. Listen to my mother-in-law, you will be very grand by then, with the Queen in person.

The wedding gift for you will definitely be Shili Hongzhuang."

Wen Jiaojiao smiled, held his head and said, "I don't know, it's all my mother-in-law who takes care of it for me."

The two were talking, and Su Yilian came to sit next to them from nowhere. Su Yijin, who had been inseparable from her all day long, was not with her today.

This kind of banquet is only attended by direct relatives of aristocratic families. Concubines and concubines are not allowed to come. Moreover, Princess Qing attaches great importance to the concubines and concubines and will not allow concubines to attend.

Wen Jiaojiao and Qi Yao were talking to each other, and Concubine Qing came over with Princess Yuan Lang of Chisang, while Wen Miaoran followed behind them.

After not seeing each other for many days, Wen Miaoran seemed to have become more haggard. She was still as beautiful as before, but there was a bit more melancholy between her eyebrows and her eyes were a little darker than before.

She married King Qing'an as she wished, but maybe it was because she failed to become a princess that she looked gloomy.

But even so, you must straighten your back and put a smile on your face on such occasions.

Wen Jiaojiao only glanced at her twice before focusing on Princess Chisang who was standing next to Concubine Qing.

At just one glance, Wen Jiaojiao couldn't help but marvel, what a majestic and beautiful woman.

Yuan Lang is not as beautiful and delicate as the Beiyuan woman. She has a slender figure, very majestic facial features, a friendly smile, and a wild look between her eyebrows. At first glance, she looks like a free girl in the desert.

Even though she didn't understand Beiyuan's etiquette, she still nodded and greeted the nobles very politely.

Wen Jiaojiao thought that it was no wonder that someone as picky as Princess Qing would like Yuan Lang. She looked lively and wanton, but also had a sense of practicality. She had a sincere temperament and would not flatter her. Her words and deeds were natural like her.

daughter-like.


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