"This is what it means to have the outcome set in stone."
Huang Song sat on the porch and watched his son and daughter study. With his beloved wife by his side, he could be considered a winner in life.
The warm family time was ruined by Jiang? Ji's news broke.
Huang Song was stunned for a while, and then a relieved smile appeared on his face. He raised his hand to rub his youngest daughter's hair and murmured, "Time really flies … Madam, in another ten years, our generation will be old, and the world will belong to the next generation of young people."
Qi Chaolan raised her hand to cover Huang Song's hand and playfully played with his fingers.
"It's been more than ten years. There's still a long way to go. Are you admitting to being old already?"
Huang Song said, "You have to admit that you're getting old. The iron tree that hasn't blossomed or borne fruit for ten thousand years is now bearing fruit … With such a mother and such a prestigious background, your future is destined to be extraordinary. I, your husband, would like to see time pass a little faster and see what young people are capable of. "
Follow Jiang? Ji Ye's footsteps to unify the world were nearing, and Huang Song and the others were slowly withdrawing from the stage.
Hearing the loneliness in her husband's voice, Qi Chaolan couldn't help but stroke his shoulder to comfort him.
"Langjun, don't blame me for that …"
If Qi Chaolan had not used herself and their child to persuade Huang Song to stay, Huang Song would probably have committed suicide in that battle.
To him, dying before he was defeated was not necessarily a bad thing.
If that was the case, they wouldn't have to remember that they were losers for years and years. The winner would walk further and further away from them.
If Huang Song did not live well, Qi Chaolan would also feel guilty.
Huang Song said, "What nonsense are you spouting? How could your husband be so narrow-minded?"
In the beginning, it was indeed inconvenient. For example, when he went to the Golden Scale Academy to pick up his wife and children, he was stopped by the gatekeeper.
If he was still a duke, who would dare to stop him?
However, after so many years, Huang Song had gotten used to it and thought things through.
Everyone had their own ambitions. Staying with his wife and children might not necessarily lead a blissful life. Ascending to the Nine Heavens might not necessarily lead a smooth journey.
It was lonely at the top. Once a person's position changed, changes would follow.
He only hoped that his young friend could still maintain his original intentions after he became a nine-five, and that everything around him would not change with the change of his identity.
If he really wanted to talk about guilt …
"Your husband feels a little guilty towards Madam …"
Huang Song said abruptly, causing Qi Chaolan to look at him in confusion.
He smiled. "Back then, Meng Zhan wanted to adopt a girl from the same clan as his daughter and give her to me as a concubine. Madam, do you remember what you said?"
Qi Chaolan had an awkward expression. She covered her sleeves and smiled. "It's been so many years. How can I still remember?"
Huang Song said, "Madam has forgotten, but your husband still remembers."
At that time, Qi Chaolan had threatened Huang Song with a dagger — if Huang Song dared to take a concubine, she would dare to divorce him and keep a handsome man.
At that time, Qi Chaolan's aura had soared to 2.8 meters. Huang Song was so scared that he almost knelt down.
[What you, Huang Bogao, can do, I, Qi Chaolan, can't? Liu Xi was able to become a marquis as a woman, and I have three thousand elites under my command. Can't I do the same and start from scratch? When the time comes, when I become a feudal lord, why can't I have three husbands and four attendants? "Huang Bogao, I have the support of my maternal brothers, and I have a famous master. I have learned the art of war from my father since I was a child. If it were not for the limitation of being a woman, I would have joined the army by now. Do you really think that I am a housewife who guards her own backyard? Do you think I can or can't do it?!]
Every word was vivid in her ears.
Now that she thought about it, it was indeed Huang Song who had held her back.
She had the ability, but she did not have the opportunity to see the wider world. She was confined to the backyard to guard her own backyard.
Marrying him was probably the worst decision Qi Chaolan had ever made in her life.
However, Huang Song was still grateful that Qi Chaolan had caught a glimpse of him back then. From then on, she fell in love with him and insisted on marrying him.
Speaking of which …
Huang Song asked Qi Chaolan, "Madam, do you think your husband is as handsome as before?"
Qi Chaolan raised her eyebrows and asked, "What do you think, Langjun?"
His face was twice the size of a young man, and his double chin was showing.
Thinking about how Huang Song was already in his thirties, it was common for middle-aged men to put on weight. Qi Chaolan did not despise him.
Huang Song took a deep breath. His belly had yet to shrink, and he suddenly felt depressed.
He still did not believe the words of those famous men. What did they say about being plump and fat being beautiful? It was all nonsense.
"I'm already middle-aged, and I still have to worry about whether my old face will be despised by my old wife … Sigh …"
Huang Song made up his mind to lose weight, and invited his friend, Feng Jue, to join a middle-aged fitness group.
Feng Jue rejected him.
He was as handsome as before, and the older he got, the more charming he became. Did he still need to lose weight?
Huang Song clutched his wounded little heart and left. Feng Jue looked at the deserted courtyard, and his eyes flashed a little absent-mindedly.
For some reason, while the people outside were celebrating and walking the streets to share their joy, he felt an indescribable loneliness.
Madam Feng Jue said gently, "Langjun, why are you standing in the corridor? The sky is getting dark, and the courtyard is very humid. "
"I'm thinking about something … but I can't figure it out no matter how hard I try."
Madam said, "Then leave it for tomorrow to think about."
Feng Jue asked her, "What if you can't figure it out tomorrow, and never in the future?"
Madam said, "Then don't think about it. It's destined that you won't be able to figure it out. Why waste time? Isn't it better to cherish the moment? "
These words made Feng Jue feel enlightened, as if the fog in front of him had completely dissipated.
"Yes, Madam is still the most thorough."
Madam, "???"
When the news came, Liu She and Liu Zhao were drinking tea in the corridor.
Those attending the court examination that day were all important officials. Liu She and Liu Zhao, one retired, and the other was a commoner. Neither of them could be present.
Liu Zhao heaved a sigh of relief. "Sister finally has a child. Our son is safe."
Liu She took a sip of tea and said, "Safe? Not necessarily. "
Liu Zhao was almost choked to death by his own father.
"What?"
How could it still be dangerous?
Why was it so difficult for him to keep his life?
Liu She looked at the splendid scene in the courtyard. His dark eyes seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, and no one could see through his heart.
The only person who could do it was long gone.
Liu She said abruptly.
"The wind is about to blow. The weather is about to change."
"The weather is about to change?" Liu Zhao looked at the sky and said in surprise, "The sky is quite normal, and there was no mention of strong wind, heavy rain, or fog tonight …"
As he murmured, he suddenly stopped.
The wind, the weather …
Was it the sky above their heads, or …
"Father!"
Liu Zhao suddenly put down the teacup. The sound of it clattering was particularly clear at this moment.
Liu She got up from the mat and said faintly, "No matter who wins or loses, don't get involved. When gods fight, they don't care about family."
Liu Zhao's chest was beating violently, and an ominous premonition spread throughout his body.
"Father, are you going to deal with sister?"
Liu Zhao clenched his fists.
Liu She suddenly laughed out loud, "Why would I? I'm just like you, watching the fight between the gods. "
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