Chapter 120:

Hearing this, Wang Xi was stunned for a moment, and frowned: "In the current situation, do you still have this confidence?"
Yes, why not?
Xie Zichen did not tell Wang Xi. In his last life, Huan Heng was like this. After he captured Chen Kingdom, he returned south and asked the Saint to add nine tins, but was rejected by the Saint. At that time, he was still succumbing to Huanheng's minister, dealing with Huanheng, telling him that if he could win Di Jie, this nine tins would be considered worthy.
Huan Heng was so overjoyed, he immediately went down and made another northern expedition. What kind of person can Ronghua? Back then, Rong Hua was assisted by Cui Jie, and even if Huan Heng was alive and expedition to the North, he was still in the hands of Rong Hua, trapped by Rong Hua on the banks of the Huashui River and killed himself. Rong Hua originally planned to continue the southern expedition, but he did not survive the next winter.
After his death, Cui Jie presided over the overall situation of Di Jie, and Di Jie stopped the pace of the Southern Expedition, and gave him the opportunity to let Da Chu cultivate himself and become the regent.
Huan Heng failed to live back then, and he is even more unlikely to live in this lifetime.
Xie Zichen thought in his heart, watching the sedan chair go away, turned around, and went straight back to the house.
Just as soon as he returned home, Xie Zichen kicked over the case in the house.
He has always been self-sufficient, and rarely loses his temper like this. Xie Tong was stunned and saw Xie Zichen kicked the case and started smashing things. The room can be smashed, kicked, thrown and thrown by him for a moment. Xie Tong looked terrified. When Xie Zichen smashed the class, the anger in his heart was lost. Finally he calmed down and sat down on the bedside with his hands. On your knees, close your eyes.
"The son..."
Xie Tong cautiously said, "Is it still smashed?"
Xie Zichen: "..."
This question made him realize that his behavior was extremely naive. He froze, turned his head, and said coldly: "No."
"Don't hold back," Xie Tong cautiously stepped forward and handed Xie Zichen a flowerpot: "Why do you smash this too?"
"roll."
Xie Zichen spoke coldly, his voice softened a lot. Xie Tong spit out, knowing that Xie Zichen was angry, and slowly said: "You just told Master Wang that you don't care, and now you are smashing something here. You are uncomfortable, so tell Madam, Madam will definitely think... …"
"So I am useless." Xie Zichen said coldly: "I can't protect her."
Hearing this, Xie Tong finally understood what his master was upset, and couldn't help sighing: "My son, Madam is not the one who wants you to protect."
"I know." Xie Zichen laughed mockingly: "But she doesn't need it, it doesn't mean I can't do it, Xie Tong, every time it comes to this, I just wonder, how can I be so incompetent?"
"My son," Xie Tong was helpless: "You are not twenty-five now, you still have a long way to go. Huan Heng inherited his father's position, and your starting point is different."
Xie Zichen didn't speak, he lowered his head, and after a long time, he finally said, "Go out."
Xie Tong stopped persuading, got up and left.
On the other side, Huan Heng and Wei Lan returned to Changxin Hou Mansion together. Wei Lan led him to the room where he was originally. When he was studying in Shengjing, there was a special room for him in Changxin Hou Mansion. The room was still left. When Wei Lan opened the door, everything in the room was as before, as if he hadn't left yet.
Huan Heng felt that something rushed to his throat, making his heart feel sour.
"It's... still there."
He made a hoarse voice, Wei Lan walked into the room, opened the tea bowl, and poured tea.
"I said, you are in my heart, always like my brother. Changxinhou Mansion is your home in Shengjing, and I will naturally keep your room for you."
Huan Heng didn't speak, he was silent, Wei Lan handed him the tea bowl, and said calmly: "Sit down."
"You said you treat me as your younger brother," Huan Heng looked at the green soup in front of him, and lowered his eyes: "Then for so many years, is there any older sister who cheated his younger brother like this?"
Wei Lan didn't speak, she understood Huan Heng's words.
"Sorry."
She finally spoke, and Huan Heng laughed mockingly: "Is an excuse me useful?"
"I really shouldn't lie to you, but Aheng," Wei Lan looked at him quietly: "There is no rule, I have to tell you. If I owe you anything, I think I will pay you back for so many years. It's clear. I'm a woman. Did it harm your interests? If it didn't harm your interests, I'm sorry, it's enough."
"Benefits?" Huan Heng laughed low: "Wei Lan, you and I were never relatives."
Wei Lan frowned, Huan Heng came to the door, and looked up at her: "No matter how much you deceive yourself, you can't change this fact. Wei Lan, I have no blood relationship with you, and I won't be your brother in my life. Between you and me There have always been two paths, either a couple or a stranger."
"You and I should have been husband and wife."
Huan Heng approached her, Wei Lan's brows deepened, Huan Heng looked down at the person in front of her, raised her hand to hold her slender wrist, and rubbed it in his hand.
"Wei Lan, you should know that in Shengjing, even if an aristocratic woman was rescued by falling into the water, she was destined to marry that person. And what about you and me? If I knew you were a woman, Wei Lan," he fiercely She squeezed her wrists tightly, and whispered: "You are my wife a long time ago, did you know?!"
"Aheng," Wei Lan looked still, but with pity in her eyes: "Can't you let go?"
"How do you want me to let go?" Huan Heng looked at her coldly, "Wei Lan, why do you think I let you go back to Shengjing? Because I think it would be too sad if you, a man, were besieged by me in the backyard for a lifetime. . But you are a woman."
"So?" Wei Lan raised her eyebrows, and Huan Heng looked at her indifferent appearance, angrily, and said: "Then my kindness will become the fulfillment of you and Xie Zichen?! Wei Lan, through my friendship Are you very proud of staying with your lover? Look, Huanheng is really a fool. He loves you, so you can hold him!"
"Do you think..." Wei Lan's eyes showed a surprised look: "I went back to Shengjing for Xie Zichen?!"
"Isn't it?!" Huan Heng shouted angrily: "You are a woman, do you really have any ideas that endure forever? If it weren't for the fall of Changxin Hou Mansion, he Wei Shao Weihua is incompetent, how could you be treated as a woman? Forced to be so adventurous?!"
Wei Lan: "..."
The thinking of men in this world is exactly the same.
She digested it, resisting the urge to curse, and finally said: "A Heng, you probably forgot Tang Mo?"
Huan Heng was taken aback for a moment, and Wei Lan saw his expression soften, and then said, "A Heng, it's not only men who have ambitions. I do too."
Huan Heng didn't speak, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Wei Lan understood it.
"A Heng," she sighed softly: "Actually, you understand it in your heart. I made it very clear back then, you just don't want to let go."
"I……"
"A Heng," Wei Lan raised her hand to hold his hand, and said gently: "Don't find any more reasons, you just don't want to let go."
Unwilling to let go.
Can't let go.
In fact, there is no reason.
It was not because she was a woman who gave him hope, nor was it because of any other excuses, it was just that he wanted this person and wanted him crazy. He has been suppressing himself and controlling himself. He knows that he shouldn't disturb her, but he is always like a child, trying to get her idea.
Whether she said that she had broken up or gave Jingzhou to her, doing everything was actually just saying hello carefully in an extreme way.
Alan, you care about me, care about me.
He didn't dare to face such a weak heart, wanted to get close to her, but was afraid of destroying her. He has hurt her once, and he is afraid there will be a second time.
But he was sad, he was unwilling, that all the emotions accumulated in his heart, only one point, any point, can burst out fiercely.
Even if she is not a woman, sooner or later, there will be a trigger point to let such crazy misses sweep in.
Wei Lan looked at him quietly and watched his emotional changes, tears slowly accumulated in her eyes.
She smiled gently, and applied force on his hand.
He desperately tried to hold her, but she was merciless, removing his hand from her wrist little by little.
"Aheng," she said cruelly softly: "I don't like you anymore."
Huan Heng's tears fell, Wei Lan let go of him, and then said: "Get a good rest, I'm going home."
After speaking, Wei Lan turned and left.
Huan Heng stood alone at the table, like an abandoned child.
When he was young, he often had tempers with Wei Lan. When he was young, he always kept silent and stood there quietly. No matter how annoyed Wei Lan would be, after a few steps, he would stop and turn around. When he saw his expression, he sighed slightly, came over and gently hugged him in his arms, gently coaxing him.
"I was wrong, don't be angry, okay?"
She always said that.
This time he didn't need her to say she was wrong, she didn't need to coax him, she didn't need her to hold him in his arms.
He just wanted her to stop and look back.
That's it.
However, the man left calmly, opened the door and walked far, never looking back.
Fengjuan peach blossoms flew in, Huan Heng closed his eyes, tears falling silently.
When Wei Lan came back from Huan Heng, she saw Xie Zichen sitting by the bed as soon as she entered the room. He seemed to have been sitting for a long time and his expression was sullen.
Wei Lan was stunned, she couldn't help feeling pity in her heart, walked cautiously in front of Xie Zichen, half bent, and gently said, "Zichen, what's the matter?"
"Huh?" Xie Zichen raised his head, saw Wei Lan, and suddenly reduced all his emotions: "Are you back now?"
"You wait for me at home, of course I have to come back soon."
"Where is Huanheng?"
Xie Zichen frowned. According to Huan Heng's posture today, it was not like he would let Wei Lan come back so easily.
Wei Lan smiled: "When a beast is stabbed in a wound, it usually takes a break and licks the wound clean."
"What about after licking it clean?"
"Just look," Wei Lan's eyes were cold: "What kind of beast is this."