Mao Ge'er's fat hands were covered with red, green, black pigments, and the clean water couldn't wash them clean. Qiuyue took a pot of wine, and Lin helped her son rub them with her hands. Song Jianing scolded her younger brother next to her: "Look at how dirty your hands are, I will play around with you next time, and my mother won't help you wash them, so that you will become a little black hand. No girl likes you when she grows up."

Brother Mao sat on the couch wearing a middle-clothed shirt, grinning at his sister, not only not knowing that he was wrong, but seemed quite proud.

Song Jianing was so angry that he pinched his brother's little nose.

After washing two water, Brother Mao'er's hands were rubbed slightly red. Before the paint was completely washed, the little maid took the copper basin to change the water. Lin was temporarily helping his son dry his hands. He was carefully inquiring about his daughter's situation in Prince Shou's Mansion. A little maid outside ran over and said in surprise: "Madam, the prince is back!"

Lin's heart thumped, and a burly and strong figure immediately popped up in his mind. The prince is back, and Guo Boyan...

Song Jianing's heartbeat was also chaotic for a moment. It is undeniable that even though she became a brother and sister, she always had a little physical defense against Guo Xiao, worried that Guo Xiao would like her again, although Guo Xiao should not be moved by her in terms of etiquette. Song Jianing lived a very peaceful life this year after Guo Xiao left Beijing, and she slept soundly at night than when Guo Xiao was in Beijing.

Now that Guo Xiao is back, Song Jianing does not feel happy, but this is the Guo family, the Duke of Wei’s mansion of Guo Xiao and his son. Song Jianing just doesn’t like it and does not resist or be dissatisfied. It is natural for the prince to return home.

"An An goes to talk to your elder brother first, and my mother changes her clothes for Brother Mao." Lin said in a panic. She sent her daughter first, and then asked the maid Guo Boyan if she was back. If she returned, she would have to change her clothes.

Song Jianing nodded, touched his brother's head, and led Shuang'er to the front yard of Linyun Hall.

In this hall, Guo Xiao was sitting on the chair on the left and was asking his sister and aunt for their purpose today. He just met by chance at the door, and Aunt Tan and his mother wanted to come back and spend more time with him. Guo Xiao now only wants to reunite with his relatives from the Duke's Mansion. Find a reason to ask Aunt Tan to go back first, and he will come to visit him with the gifts another day.

"It's nothing, I'm just here to see me." Tingfang said with a slightly blushing face, embarrassed to tell her brother that her aunt was here to inquire about the preparations for her dowry.

Guo Xiao looked at his sister and vaguely guessed it. He heard two slight footsteps coming from outside. His throat rolled, he picked up the tea bowl, lowered his head slightly, and his thick eyelashes were raised invisibly, staring at the door. As the light dimmed, a girl in a white dress stepped in alone. Under the skirt were embroidered shoes with light pink satin, exquisite and small. Guo Xiao's eyes slowly moved up, and he saw the lotus red shirt she was wearing, and then...

"cough……"

The man who was calm in his tea tasted calmly suddenly choked on the water, immediately put down the tea bowl, punched his lips, closed his eyes and tried to calm him down. In order to discontinuous coughing, the nineteen-year-old prince's face turned red, which made Song Jianing embarrassed to say hello to him at this time, and walked to Sister Tingfang for a while, silently observing the man who had been away for a year.

This year, she grew up, and her figure became more and more like the concubine who had first met the prince's concubine in Liangshao County. Guo Xiao also changed. After a year of fighting, his fair and jade-like face was tanned, and he became thinner, and he looked bright and cold and majestic. Such Guo Xiao seemed to have a sword cut, and was so sharp that he was as sharp as Prince Shou next door, all of whom had grown into a big man, but King Shou became more and more indifferent and became more and more immortal, and Guo Xiao was so fierce that he dared not disobey.

Just as Song Jianing was about to withdraw his gaze, Guo Xiao finally suppressed the urge to cough, his face returned to white, he lowered his fists, looked at her with deep black eyes. Song Jianing resisted the panic imprinted in his bones, smiled at him openly, and said politely: "Brother is back, it's very hard on the road, right?"

She stood with her backlight, but her cheeks were pale, just like the early spring peach blossoms he saw on the road, bright and pretty, with moist almond eyes like rippling waves, making him unable to see what she was thinking for a moment. Even if he could see clearly, Guo Xiao had no time to think about it carefully, and was already shocked by the beauty of his step-sister and could not accept his heart.

After leaving home for a year, fighting during the day, and the night is quiet, Guo Xiao misses his grandmother, misses his sister, and occasionally thinks of his younger brother, but the only step-sister who he thinks of is his dream. In the dream, she is not afraid of him at all. She will smile at him like she treats her two cousins, and call him sweetly. She smiles so beautifully that his heart is about to melt and he can't bear to wake up.

Mengwai's step sister was afraid that he would stay away from him. The more she did this, the more she wanted to get closer to her. She looked at her timid eyes but pretended not to be afraid. She liked the grievance that she wanted to be angry but did not dare to be angry after he said coldly. In the dream, she smiled at him, and Guo Xiao stopped bullying her. She gave her all the good things. Seeing her eating happily, he was more satisfied than filling her stomach.

Why is the only step-sister who is the same sister will let him dream like this?

Guo Xiao didn't understand, and he didn't think deeply. He only knew that on the way to the city, he was rushing and the person he wanted to see the most was this step-sister. So when he misunderstood that the girl behind the screen wall was the step-sister, but the unexpected cousin came out, Guo Xiao was disappointed, and he also took his anger and called him disappointed cousin a little disappointed.

But Guo Xiao never expected that after only one year of absence, his step-sister suddenly changed from a fat girl to...

His eyes faintly swept across the little girl's bulging chest, and Guo Xiao suddenly didn't know how to face this sister.

He nodded softly, his expression getting colder than just now.

If you change to twins who have been together for a long time, Song Jianing will be angry with her with this attitude, but the more Guo Xiao gives her a cold face, the happier Song Jianing will be. She sat next to Tingfang and briefly explained why her mother would come over later. Guo Xiao nodded and continued to ask about Tingfang's recent situation at home.

While chatting, Lin came over with Brother Mao, knowing that Guo Boyan had not come back together, and Lin was still wearing the previous dress. Guo Xiao stood up when he heard the footsteps and saluted Lin respectfully: "Is it okay for my mother to be close? My father led the army slowly, and he might have to wait another half a month."

Lin smiled, not saying disappointment was revealed, and pulled his son's dirty hands that had not been washed yet and said, "This is my brother, Brother Mao called me brother."

When Guo Xiao and his son left Beijing, Mao Ge'er was only five months old. After a year, the boy had already forgotten his biological father and brother. He stared at Guo Xiao for a while and saw that the man did not smile at him and did not reach out to hug him. Mao Ge'er was a little scared, and his big eyes rolled around, stretched out his hand to Song Jianing sitting next to him, and said crisply: "Hug!"

Lin pressed his son's hand and insisted that he call Brother Guo Xiao.

Brother Mao shouted reluctantly and continued to look for his sister.

Song Jianing had no choice but to pick up his younger brother. Mao Ge'er didn't hug Guo Xiao, but his big eyes stared at Guo Xiao curiously. He successfully hugged his sister's neck with one hand and put the other hand on his right shoulder. When he put the other hand on his right shoulder, he didn't reach it. The fat little hand wiped his shoulder and slid down, accidentally putting it on Song Jianing's chest. If Song Jianing was not that good, Mao Ge'er's hand would definitely continue to fall, but Song Jianing... So, the little hand hit something, and Mao Ge'er instinctively bent his fat fingers and covered it.

That was so shameful that people could touch it. Almost as soon as my brother's hand was put on, Song Jianing took away the fat hand. The time was too short, and Song Jianing felt that no one should have seen it. Naturally, he hugged his brother and walked towards the seat and asked his brother to sit on her lap. Lin walked towards the main seat while inquiring about the situation in the border with Guo Xiao. Only Guo Xiao, with his black eyes staring at the ground, his mind was full of Mao Ge'er's hands, the lapel that Mao Ge'er covered.

A fire suddenly burst out from his body, burning him to dry mouth.

Guo Xiao returned to his seat and drank half of the bowl of tea he had just drunk. He secretly reminded himself in his heart that he was his step-sister, how could he think about it?

Next, Guo Xiao didn't look at Song Jianing and chatted with Lin's mother for a quarter of an hour. Guo Xiao first returned to Yihexuan on the grounds of being exhausted. His two maids had already prepared hot water for the bathtub. Guo Xiao was exhausted and took off his robe and stepped directly into the bathroom. The two maids skillfully changed his clothes for him.

Guo Xiao lost his mother in his early years, and Yi Hexuan's maids were arranged by the grandmaster himself, and they were decent and responsible. After changing maids several times over the years, only one was sold because of their inappropriate mindset, and the others were released or matched with people when they were old. The maids are honest, Guo Xiao never had any thoughts, but today...

Guo Xiao's eyes moved slightly and he looked at the maid who was dressing for him in a loose manner. He looked down and saw that the thin and shriveled maid was obviously sixteen or seventeen years old, not as good as a thirteen-year-old maid.

"Go out." Guo Xiao was inexplicably upset and ran away coldly.

The two maids didn't understand why, so they looked at each other and lowered their heads to leave.

Guo Xiao pulled his clothes and stepped into the bathtub. The water was warmer and hotter. The more he soaked, he remembered the book given by his cousin Guo Shu. The scenes of a pair of men and women hugging each other poured into his mind. Guo Xiao's breathing became thicker and heavier. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the bucket. After a moment, the calm water suddenly rippled, like waves slamming the shore.

After a while, the Grandmad, the third lady returned from worshiping Buddha. When she learned that the prince had returned home, the Grandmad was so happy that she went directly to Yihexuan. When she saw her grandson asking about her well-being, she ordered the kitchen to hold a big banquet in the evening. The three houses welcomed Guo Xiao together. The Duke's Mansion, which had been peaceful for a year, suddenly became lively. Next door, Duke Fu came out of the study and sent a small eunuch to find out what was going on.

The little eunuch found out after asking the guards of the royal palace. When he came back, he reported: "The prince of the Duke's mansion has returned to Beijing."

Eunuch Fu didn't take it seriously, but after entering the study, he still whispered to his master.

Zhao Heng seemed to have not heard of it, and continued to read the book in his hand. Eunuch Fu stretched his neck and looked at the pages, and became more and more unpredictable to his master's thoughts. So what if he learned to be a kite? With his master's temper, he would not send it out even if he did it. After all, he painted the kite noodles, and it was ruined. Except for him, no one could appreciate his master's good skills.

In the evening, the three rooms in the Duke's Mansion were eating and chatting, and the atmosphere was cheerful. In the Shou Palace, Zhao Heng sat alone at a table, which was used to being common.
Chapter completed!