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    While Old Marquis was copying military books in misery, he saw Marquis Xuanping stand up, straightened his wide sleeves, and went out leisurely!


    Old Marquis: "..."


    Marquis Xuanping rolled out of the pce with ease. He called Chang Jing, boarded his carriage, and headed to the Imperial Academy.


    Due to the fast approaching pce exam, the Imperial Academy was having a lot of ssestely, and Xiao Ling often didn’t get out of school until after dark.


    It was just the right time, neither too early nor toote.


    Marquis Xuanping waited outside the Imperial Academy for a whole hour before Xiao Ling arrived.


    The uniform of the Imperial Academy had wide sleeves and was white in color with indigo blue hemming on the cuffs,pel and waist line parts, and the waistband was tight, giving off a polite and restrained, as well as a clean and elegant feeling.


    Such school uniforms could exhibit good temperament as long as they were not on the ugly side, but among thisrge number of Imperial Academy students dressed in white, a figure walking on a crutch was particrly conspicuous.


    He was tall and lean in stature with a jade like appearance, and the lights behind him reflected the clean and pure air of a young man, but his walking on a crutch somewhat destroyed this beauty.


    Marquis Xuanping''s gaze fell on hisme leg, and his handsome, thick eyebrows furrowed.


    But it onlysted for a moment, then he got out of the carriage with his usual look.


    His carriage stopped not in front of the Imperial Academy, but under the big tree on the side.


    As Xiao Ling was walking, a tall figure suddenly appeared from behind a tree and blocked his path.


    He stopped and looked at the other party coldly.


    The boy''s height had reached the height of an adult man. Their gazes were already at the same level if not at the level of looking up. However, his body was much thinner, whereas Marquis Xuanping had been practicing martial arts all year round, had broad shoulders and narrow waist, and thick and strong skin texture.


    Xiao Ling''s eyes showed no warmth, no surprise or any other emotion. He just looked at him coldly, as if he was a stranger who had nothing to do with him at all.


    This look stung Marquis Xuanping''s eyes, but Marquis Xuanping still disyed a smile and said, "Long time no see, son!"


    Xiao Ling looked away, saying, "I told you I''m not your son."


    Marquis Xuanping: "How is an illegitimate son not the son of this Marquis?"


    Even if you are not Ah Heng, at least you are Ling, the seed of Chen Yuniang and me.


    That means you are my son!


    This argument was written in Marquis Xuanping’s eyes.


    Xiao Ling couldn''t be bothered to deal with him,"I''m going."


    Marquis Xuanping continued to block him, "Do me a favor."


    Xiao Ling said nothing.


    Marquis Xuanping said aggrievedly, "Today is really an unlucky day for me. I was pushed into a pit by some little girl. Both of us dodged but only I was punished."


    There was no introduction and end to his statement. Xiao Ling did not understand it nor did he want to.


    Marquis Xuanping sighed, "His Majesty has punished me to copy military books. As you know, I would rather eat a board and be whipped than write such things. This is simply killing me."


    Gu Jiao''s little expression as she furiously practiced calligraphy shed within Xiao Ling’s mind.


    Marquis Xuanping didn''t know that his son’s attention had been momentarily distracted as he continued to pour out his grievance, "You copied books for me in the past, so do it for me this time too! That old monkey has no one to help him copy books. Who told his son to be ipetent? But my son isn’t like that!"


    Marquis Xuanping''s mouth was typically used to make people feel choked, so if he said anything nice, it was intended to coax his son.


    Marquis Xuanping seemed to have used his entire life of patience on this young man right now.


    But this boy was ungrateful.


    Xiao Ling looked back at him, his eyes extremely cold, "How many times do I have to say this? I am not your son. Your son burned to death in a fire four years ago. He was so afraid that he couldn’t even cry out in the fire, desperately waiting for someone to save him, only to see himself bepletely swallowed by the fire. He''s dead. Xiao Ji, your son is dead!"


    Xiao Ji, your son is dead!


    These words stabbed into Marquis Xuanping''s heart like a sharp knife!


    Xiao Ling left decisively.


    Marquis Xuanping''s body trembled slightly, and he raised his hand to cover his chest.


    Fuck!


    It fucking hurts...


    Xiao Ling returned to Bishui Alley with his body surrounded by a cold atmosphere. Moments before entering, he collected his anger and stepped into the courtyard.


    At this hour, the family had already rested, and, without any surprise, a light was still lit up in the main room for him.


    He walked in with light steps and saw that Gu Jiao fell asleep again on the table of the main room.


    Themp shone a soft light on her face and eyebrows, but unlike her previous coolness, her brows were slightly knitted as though she was ufortable in her sleep.


    Xiao Ling hesitated for a moment before raising his hand and gently cing it across her forehead.


    Not very hot.


    He withdrew his hand.


    His movements were already very light, but Gu Jiao was still awoken. She looked at him in a daze and asked, "You’re back?"


    Xiao Ling noticed that she did not look well. He paused before asking, "You... Are you feeling sick somewhere?"


    Gu Jiao yawned listlessly, "It’s nothing."


    Xiao Ling looked at her tired face and his heart tightened slightly, "I''ve eaten, you go to sleep. Next time, there’s no need to wait for me."


    "It''s fine." She curled her lips. "I boiled some hot water for you."


    "I''ll fetch it myself. You go to sleep." Xiao Ling urged again, in a tone that could not be refused.


    Gu Jiao: "... Okay!"


    She stood up sluggishly, entered the room, andy on the bed wilting.


    It wasn’t in Gu Jiao’s nature to moan about imaginary illness; even when she was really sick, she always acted like it was nothing, unless it was really too painful.


    Xiao Ling nced deeply at her through the crack in the door and, without saying anything, turned and went to the kitchen.


    He did not immediately fetch water to wash himself, but found some sliced ginger and brown sugar.


    Once upon a time, their life was hard in the countryside, they didn''t even have a piece of brown sugar at home and still had to borrow it from their neighbor in the vige… Life at home was easy now, but she never seemed to be as attentive to herself as she was to them.


    Xiao Ling made a bowl of brown sugar and ginger tea and brought it to Gu Jiao''s room.


    He wasn’t a good cook and the ginger tea was burnt.


    He gently pushed open the door, came to Gu Jiao''s bed and gently woke her up, "Get up and have a drink of this."


    Gu Jiao let out a sound and struggled to open her drowsy little eyelids.


    She smelled the aroma of brown sugar and ginger tea, along with a little scorched smell.


    She was stunned for three seconds.


    "Can you sit up by yourself?" Xiao Ling asked.


    "No." Someone who was about to sit upy down again.


    Xiao Ling: "...."


    Xiao Ling ced the brown sugar and ginger tea on the stool beside the bed, reached out her long, jade-like hands, and gently lifted her from under the quilt.


    The young girl''s body was delicate and soft, with an enticing fragrance that somewhat made one’s heart race.


    Gu Jiao sat on the head of the bed, already half awake from the sleepiness. As she looked at the brown sugar and ginger tea that he had picked up again, her eyes were sparkling.


    Her husband made brown sugar and ginger tea for her.


    It was nice to have a husband.


    How did he find out?


    Gu Jiao’s time of the month hade at night. She rarely suffered from menstrual cramps. In her memory, she only had it back in the countryside and never again.


    Strictly speaking, it wasn’t too painful today, she just felt really sleepy, listless, and a little bit of an upset stomach.


    She was clearly an agent who could withstand ten levels of pain and could remove bullets without anesthetic, but for some reason, she was very intolerant of this kind of menstrual pain.


    Xiao Ling handed her the brown sugar and ginger tea, "Can you drink it by yourself?"


    Gu Jiao had just stretched out her hand, but quietly took it back again, saying in a serious manner, "I feel very weak."


    Xiao Ling: "..."


    Xiao Ling sighed helplessly, sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up a spoon and fed her spoonful after spoonful of the tea.


    Gu Jiao opened her small mouth obediently, gently sip the spoon, sucked the liquid and swallowed.


    A bowl of brown sugar and ginger tea was soon emptied out.


    "Is there more?" She smacked her lips, wanting more.


    "There’s no more," Xiao Ling replied as he looked at her small, round belly, which her bed clothes could not hide.


    Gu Jiao''s eyes fell on the jade-like hand that fed her the tea with a spoon, "Oh."


    Xiao Ling brought some fresh water and let her drink two sips, then said, "Go to sleep."


    Gu Jiaoy down obediently, lying on her side and looking at him with an adorable appearance.


    Xiao Ling met her gaze that couldn’t be ignored, "What''s the matter? Do you feel ufortable somewhere else?"


    Tough Jiao said, ‘What ufortable? I am someone who can even take on a bullet, so how could I not endure this mere difort?’


    Ultimately, Pretender Jiao grabbed Tough Jiao, beat her up till she was only five centimeters in size, and then kicked her away!


    Gu Jiao blinked her eyes at Xiao Ling and said, "I feel a little upset in my stomach."


    "Oh..." Xiao Ling was silent for a while.


    "Get some sleep and you''ll be fine tomorrow."


    He might as well not ask.


    "Why don’t you give it a massage?"


    It was too intimate.


    Xiao Ling’s inner feelings were at war. He looked at Gu Jiao, who was staring at him with a pair of wide open and unblinking innocent eyes, as though saying that if he refused, he was a super ultra heartless jerk.


    It was unfathomable to Xiao Ling how he could read all this from a look.


    In the end, he sat down. "...I’ll massage it for you."


    "Okay!" Gu Jiao nodded!


    Xiao Ling stretched out his well-boned hand and reached into her quilt, which was warm, and his fingertips could already feel her body heat through her bedclothes.


    Xiao Ling momentarily hesitated before cing his palm over her soft, cold belly.


    It was the first time that he really touched such a soft part of her body while he was sober, and his palm seemed to be on fire. <h4>Raz P.''s Thoughts</h4>


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