The second silly daughter-in-law who likes to cultivate the fertile fields

Chapter 1489 Enough?

Originally, Yang Xiuning secretly followed Du Rufeng to pick up Du Fengtian from the prison.

As Du Xiaozhu expected, there were killers in ambush, but those people were too weak to arouse Yang Xiuning's interest.

It's a pity that they are also killers, and they can only be completely abused when they meet the No. [-] killer organization in Jianghu.

After the Du family's father and son entered the door, looking at the busy Du mansion, Yang Xiuning thought that Du Xiaozhu probably wouldn't have time to spend time with him at this time.

Thinking of the rumors on the street again, he turned to the gate of Jingning Hou Mansion.

Originally, he didn't plan to come here at this time, but when he saw that the prince of the Hou Mansion entered the mansion aggressively, Yang Xiuning also came in with the mentality of watching a good show.

Looking at the person sitting by the window, Jing Ninghou couldn't suppress his excitement.

For a while, I was at a loss, not knowing what to say.

He could only still sit behind the desk, but his eyes were still unwilling to leave that person's face.

"Have you seen enough?"

He was born to be good-looking, and indeed he has the capital to make people look dumbfounded, but he wears a disguise mask on weekdays, which saves some trouble.

Although the person who looked at him in a daze was not someone else, Yang Xiuning still felt that he was not used to it.

It was rare that he was willing to take off his disguise to show others positively, and now he began to doubt whether this decision was correct.

"Cough hum..."

Jing Ninghou covered her lips in embarrassment, coughed and looked away.

Neither of the two spoke, and an awkward atmosphere spread in the room for a while.

Of course, Jing Ninghou was the only one who was embarrassed, and that person didn't seem to notice anything, his eyes fell on the pot of green by the window, as if he was very curious about the plants that were still green in winter.

Just when Jing Ninghou was racking his brains and was about to say something to ease the embarrassment, the man suddenly turned his face, looked directly into Jing Ninghou's eyes, and asked softly.

"But you can't bear it?"

Jing Ninghou didn't expect him to speak suddenly, and he was stunned for a moment. With his current appearance, it is really hard for people to believe that he is a great general who fights on the battlefield.

If he was so prone to daze on the battlefield, he would have been decapitated long ago.

Seeing that Yang Xiuning had lost his mind, he just curled his lips casually, and turned to look at the pot of green.

I thought to myself, this pot was trimmed so artistically, it would be good if it was placed in the warm pavilion of Lingxi Pavilion.

It wasn't until he turned his eyes back to Jingning that he realized what he was talking about, straightened his mind, and said with a bit of seriousness on his face.

"There is nothing to give up, and the capital is also very good."

And the reason why he chose to station at the border back then was just to leave this sad place, and it is the same when he comes back now.

It's just that after living for more than ten years, it's true that I'm not used to it when I return to the capital.

Especially the intrigues above the court are really annoying.

Perhaps, someone once said that he abandoned civil and martial arts because he was always overwhelmed by Du Fengtian, but only he knew that he didn't like those civil servants who thought they were smart, and he didn't even bother to work with them.

If he had to be in the officialdom, he would rather work with those military generals who the literati dismissed as reckless.

Hearing this, Yang Xiuning paused for a moment when he was holding Lu Ye's hand, then turned his face away from his original indifference, and said with a serious face.

"Since you are willing, why not be more thorough."

Jing Ninghou's hand hidden in the sleeve of his robe gradually clenched, he has just passed the age of forty, he has his own ambitions and ideals, but now he is about to step back, somewhat unwilling.

(End of this chapter)