Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

The attendants followed the two masters from a distance, and Xia Chu walked side by side with Xiao Yanjun. Gradually, the pace became consistent. They found this too and smiled at each other.

The two walked for a long time, and neither of them spoke. Finally, after this laugh, Xiao Zimu asked, "Little Marquis, why did you choose me?"

There are many reasons in Xia Chu's heart, but after a thousand turns, there is only a soft sigh.

"If you are the king, the world will be fortunate, and the people will be blessed." Xia Chu didn't want to lie, this sentence is also true.

"Uh? How does Xiaohou know what I want?"

"It doesn't matter. If the Seventh Highness wants it, I will help you get it. If the Seventh Highness doesn't want it, I will keep you safe forever." Xia Chu's tone was calm, but solemn and unquestionable.

Xiao Zimu couldn't help but stop and turned to look at Xia Chu. The handsome boy in blue robe and silver hairpin stood in front of him, his eyes had a depth that didn't match his youthful age, and he didn't have any arrogant expression after saying this. He seemed to just make a solemn oath alone. Then, tell him.

"What do you want, little prince?"

Xiao Zimu didn't know what he was planning after this dreadful promise.

"What I want..." Xia Chu looked at the snowy sky, then lowered his head and whispered: "I will do it myself."

"What does the little prince need from me?" Xiao Zimu thought he had misinterpreted his meaning and asked.

Xia Chu looked up at him with a warm smile on his brows.

"I need the Seventh Highness..."

Xiao Zimu leaned forward slightly, frowning and listening carefully.

"Just be happy."

After Xia Chu finished speaking, he turned around and continued on.

Xiao Zimu was stunned in disbelief, until he saw Xia Chu's figure gradually drifting away, and then quickly chased after him.

"What I say is all sincerity. There is no need for His Highness to worry about it. It will be long in Japan."

Xia Chu seemed to know that Xiao Zimu had doubts and relieved her.

Xiao Zimu listened to his sincere tone, with a hint of apology in his heart, and said sincerely: "If that's the case, don't call your Highness in such a natural way, just call me Zimu."

Xia Chu's footsteps slowed down, and the slightly lowered head did not let Xiao Zimu see his complicated expression at this time. He let out a breath of white breath, suppressing his ups and downs. He said slowly, "Then call me Xia Chu..."

"Early summer."

Xiao Zimu called out briskly.

This sound made Xia Chu's memories burst.

The palace gate in the distance and the snowflakes nearby all blurred into one piece in an instant.

In my memory, the gentle man who stood like a zhilan jade tree and smiled like a bright moon in his arms stood under the peach blossom tree. When the wind blew, the pink color of the whole body fell, and the clothes were fluttering. He carefully picked up a few strands of hair scattered in front of Xia Chu's forehead, and gently tucked it behind her ear. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "Chu Xia. I like you, I'm not sad. I hope you like me too, so I'm sad."

She didn't even comfort him at that time, and was caught by the back of Xiao Yanjun who turned and left in the distance. He politely rejected his love and hurried out.

"Chu Xia?" Xiao Zimu called again when he saw that he was in a trance.

"Zi Mu..." Xia Chu finally called out the name, following the heart-wrenching cry of the previous life. This is the first time in my life that I have called this name.

"Huh?" Xiao Zimu felt inexplicably that Xia Chu called out. It is very difficult to go back and forth a thousand times.

"Is there someone named Xiang Xun in the attendant behind you?"

"There is such a person."

"Find an excuse and get rid of it."

When he left just now, Xia Chu once swept the attendants from a distance and saw Xiang Xun. He didn't know exactly what this person had done, and how much he participated in Xiao Yanjun's plan to seize the throne. But, in a word, Xiang Xun is Xiao Yanjun's person, and he is not a good person.

"Hmm. Did he offend you? No, you should have never met." Xiao Zimu was puzzled.

"He is the nail of the Fourth Highness. If you want to keep it, it's okay to spread some fake news to him in due course."

Early Xia was a little sentimental, the last life. If he had told Zi Mu earlier, wouldn't it be...

"Can't you? I've checked his details, and he's been with me for five years..."

Xia Chu didn't speak, but stopped him from continuing to speak with his eyes.

"I see."

Xiao Zimu looked at Xia Chu's extremely serious eyes, and finally swallowed the remaining words.

"The palace gate is in front, Zi Mu should stay."

Xia Chu bowed and walked towards the palace gate alone.

Xiao Zimu froze in place, not knowing whether to follow or not, to chase or not to chase.

It was not until Xia Chu's figure passed through the palace gate that he shook his head helplessly. As soon as he turned around, he happened to see Xiang Xun leading the attendant following him. Ask him, "Your Highness, are you going back?"

Xiao Zimu glanced at Xiang Xun without any expression, and said casually, "Go back."

Xia Chu, who was out of the palace, saw Su Qian An standing opposite, and at a glance, he knew that he had been standing for a while, and his body was covered with snow.

Seeing him leaving the palace gate, Su Qianan opened an umbrella and led a carriage to meet him.

"Why don't you hold the umbrella yourself, show me your loyalty, it's a bitter plan." Xia Chu couldn't help but say angrily.

"No, no." Su Qianan waved her hands hastily, and quickly took a hand warmer from the carriage and gave it to Xia Chu.

Xia Chu touched the temperature and pouted.

"I'm afraid, it's not too warm anymore." Su Qianan was a little helpless.

"It's okay." Xia Chu got into the carriage and patted him on the shoulder in comfort.

Su Qianan waited for him to sit down and drove back to the house.

"Why are you here?" Xia Chu asked him while covering his mouth with his hands and breathing the heat.

"When I went back to the mansion, I happened to meet the Marquis who was about to send someone to pick you up, so I brought him over."

"When you go back to the palace, go to Yinzhina and take him to Yixiang Building to find Aunt Li. Let them meet and tell Aunt Li again. The news of Young Master Bingwen can be spread out."

"Yes. Young master, you don't know. If I'm inadvertent now, I'll call him to invite him. He'll blow up immediately." Su Qianan snorted.

At the beginning of Xia, the impressions of the people are all scholarly, elegant, and elegant. I have also seen such a sad, grief-stricken lead. He had never seen it before.

"You can do as he wishes."

"Yes." Su Qianan replied nonchalantly.

Xia Chu couldn't help laughing, feeling that Su Qian'an was like a child. In his last life, why didn't he realize that Su Qian'an was still such a treasure.

When the carriage arrived at the Hou residence, Su Qianan told her to retreat to Bingwen.

The servant outside the door took the lantern to send the early summer back to the house.

Mo Xiang had been waiting outside the house, and when Xia Chu came back, she hurriedly prepared hot water to wait for him to bathe.

When the water was almost full, Xia Chu screened everyone back and sat in the wooden bucket, taking a comfortable hot bath. Thinking about it in my heart, the emperor's meal is really not delicious, and my face is frozen with a smile after being entertained all night...

The sudden comfort caused sleepiness to strike, and he forced himself to soak for a while. When the water temperature was getting cooler, he got up and left, and told Mo Xiang to withdraw the wooden bucket and go to bed.

Xia Chu, who was lying on the bed, covered his head with the quilt, thinking that tomorrow he would be greeted by his father's scolding...