Rebirth is not the queen's prostitute Wushuang

Chapter 16 Children's Fun

The reason why Shen Xuanxi became friends with Prince Huang Fu Haoxuan is an interesting thing. Lan Ruoqing has pestered Shen Xuanxi to tell this matter how many times, but she always listened to it as a story, but she never got tired of it.

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That year, Shen Xuanxi was eight years old.

The eight-year-old child is at his naughty age.

One day, Shen Xuanxi sneaked out of the mansion and climbed to a tree in a farmhouse to dig a bird's nest. He accidentally overturned the bird's nest. The unhatched bird's eggs fell down and fell on the chicken's nest that was about to hatch the chickens.

The hens were frightened and flew around the yard, and a big black dog was frightened and jumped wildly.

Shen Xuanxi said to Lan Ruoqing that at that moment he deeply understood the meaning of the word "spreading" and "spreading" in the word "spreading". Every time he heard Shen Xuanxi talk about this, Lan Ruoqing was teased by Shen Xuanxi's exaggerated expression and laughed so hard that she leaned back and forth.

The farmers in the house heard the sound outside and thought it was a chicken thief. They chased out of the house with wooden sticks of fire. Shen Xuanxi was so scared that he jumped off the tree and ran desperately. Shen Xuanxi, who was running and looking back, was only rushing to escape and didn't look at it.

There was an intersection ahead and he ran into the prince Huangfu Haoxuan who was enjoying the scenery along the way.

The collision didn't matter. The prince, who had been weak in the womb, suddenly fainted. The waitress who was accompanying him saw Shen Xuanxi and grabbed him and took him to the nearest doctor.

But this collision prevented the farmers chasing behind them.

Huangfu Haoxuan woke up before he arrived at the clinic. He sat in a comfortable carriage and listened to the description of waiting for the guards. He realized that he had encountered such a surprising thing.

When the guards brought Shen Xuanxi, Huangfu Haoxuan found that the little boy of the same age was full of spiritual energy, and his eyes were tilted as if he was thinking about how to escape.

Huangfu Haoxuan couldn't help but think of teasing him, so he pretended to be majestic and said angrily: "You hurt me?"

Since Shen Xuanxi entered the carriage, he felt that this young man of his age was not angry and powerful.

However, he was not afraid of this. His father has always treated him with a strict attitude since he was a child, and he had a hundred ways to deal with it.

So he pretended to be pitiful, "Young Master, I'm sorry, because I just passed by a farm house. His house had just been thieves, so he took me as a thief." As he said that, Shen Xuanxi forced a few tears, "I

If you don't run away, you will be caught and beaten to death by them. It's my fault to run away and not look at the road. If you hit you, it's me, it's definitely not. But now I see that you are no longer in trouble.

Do you forgive the villain?" He threw out a handful of snot and continued: "Because my mother was sick, I went to Ganye Temple outside the city to pray for my mother, and told her that she would go back before noon, but now I don't know how anxious my mother is at home.

!” After saying that, Shen Xuanxi sat in the car and burst into tears.

Huangfu Haoxuan couldn't help feeling funny when he saw Shen Xuanxi talking about acting on his own. This guy acted like he did. He thought, I'll tease him for a while and see what else he could perform.

"But it is an indisputable fact that you hit me. What should you do? Otherwise, I will go to the mansion with you to see what Lord Lingzun will say, what?" Huangfu Haoxuan held back his word.

Smile and pretend to be unreasonable.

"Uh... this? When my mother was sick, I believe that such a wise man like the young master would not disturb me, right?" Shen Xuanxi was so scared that she was sweating. If his father knew that he was making such a mess outside, he would definitely not beg him.

After him, don’t talk about copying the Analects of Confucius’ Book of Songs, let alone let him kneel on the ancestral hall.