Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

Hou Ye was stunned by what Xia Chu said, chewed it carefully, and felt that what he said did not seem unreasonable.

"Has the emperor decided where to bury Princess Yirou?" Xia Chu asked the contemplative Marquis.

"Not yet, my father has persuaded him to send the body to the ice cellar of Dali Temple for preservation. At this moment, Eunuch Li should have sent someone there." Although Mr. Hou was persuaded by Xia Chu, he felt that this matter was a little strange. , but so what?

This human heart is inherently complicated and contradictory, and the emperor is also flesh and blood, which is human nature.

Xia Chu nodded, and there was no need to ask any more. Let's see where the emperor will bury her in the end.

Others may think that the emperor is very affectionate, but since Xia Chu heard Xiao Mubai's explanation in the carriage in the morning, he always felt a little weird in his mind, but he couldn't figure it out.

Now, although I know the strange place, I don't know why it is so.

Forget it, let's take a step by step, and solve the problem in front of you first...

Xia Chu got up immediately after reading this, and said a farewell to the Hou Ye who was still eating: "I will go to General Zhao's mansion to see my grandfather. Father, please take it slow."

When Lord Hou saw Xia Chu finished speaking, he left without taking a note. He didn't know how to accompany Lao Tzu to eat this meal. After all, he would leave after eating. He cursed at his back: "Hey, you little bastard."

Xia Chu let out a string of laughter, waved his hand with his back to him, and left the hall.

When he took Su Qianan to General Zhao's mansion, he was already in the middle of nowhere. Zhao Xingwen was quite surprised when he saw Xia Chu, and joked at him: "Are you here to grab some food?"

Xia Chu snorted: "Your cook here is better than me?"

Zhao Xingwen was scolded by him like this, his eyes rolled, and then he rubbed his hands and smiled slyly: "If you show your hands, I haven't eaten in a few days."

Xia Chu raised his eyebrows: "Want to eat?"

Zhao Xingwen mentioned it casually, listening to his tone was really funny, he couldn't help nodding frequently, and he looked like he was about to flow out.

Xia Chu thought that he had not seen his grandfather for a long time, nor had he done his filial piety. In addition, this meal was considered a practice for Su Qianan, so he raised his chin and said to him, "Then don't lead the way."

Zhao Xingwen was afraid that he would regret it, so he dragged him and said as he walked: "Little Marquis is walking here, brother, I will take you there in person."

Xia Chu was dragged by him all the way and walked slowly and scolded with a smile: "Your virtue can be said to be flattering and greedy."

Although Zhao Xingwen didn't understand what it meant, it wasn't a good word to think about it. He hummed twice and pretended not to hear it. He walked all the way to the dining room and said, "I'll pick up Wen Shu so that she can taste your craftsmanship."

Xia Chu pulled him back with a hand: "Forget it this time, you send everyone in the pantry, and take Qian An to the side to tell him about the rules in Han Yang's barracks."

Zhao Xingwen turned his head to look at Su Qian'an, then turned to Xia Chu and said, "That's your purpose today, I'll just say come here and show your hospitality."

As soon as Zhao Xingwen finished speaking, a kitchen knife was raised in front of him. Xia Chu approached the blade two inches forward: "Are you going?"

Zhao Xingwen laughed awkwardly and took two steps back.

"Go, go..." After saying that, he gently pushed the kitchen knife away and jumped behind Su Qian'an, just in time to see the spikes on his saber, and then jokingly said, "Yo, this is the piece you raked in the dead man for a long time. , the knife spike you're looking for?"

Zhao Xingwen's voice just fell again, and Su Qianan's saber was raised in front of him again. Su Qianan also pushed the blade forward two inches. Although he didn't speak, his eyes showed the look you were continuing to say.

Zhao Xingwen laughed awkwardly again, then took two steps back, and put his finger on the back of the knife: "Don't say it, I won't say it, I'll take you to the side hospital and tell you about the military affairs."

Su Qianan retracted the knife and sheathed it in one go, and it was neat and smooth.

Zhao Xingwen 'tsk' twice: "Yes, you are good at kung fu..."

Xia Chu looked at the back of the two of them leaving and helped his forehead hurt. He asked his cousin to hang out with Bingwen. When he returned to the army next year, he might not know what he would look like. Bingwen's ingenuity was not learned at all. I learned a full ten.

Looking back at the first meeting in the military camp at the beginning of the year, it was still a solemn and heroic general Zhao, and then look at the back of this jumping off...

Xia Chu's hand on his forehead moved down slightly, without seeing, without seeing...

After he prepared the meal, he recruited the maids to take them to the hall one by one, and Zhao Xingwen also went to the study and invited Old General Zhao to come out.

It was the first time for Xia Chu to come to General Zhao's Mansion. As soon as he entered the hall, he was surrounded by a group of ladies. In addition to Mrs. Zhao, there was Mrs. Zhao and a concubine Zhao.

Several ladies just listened to Zhao Xingwen's introduction, and now they are putting their hands up and down on him, touching his face and pinching his hands, praising the good fortune of Lord Hou, who has such a young master of water spirit.

Mrs. Zhao pulled her face: "Yun Yisheng's water spirit, it's not all inherited Lan Sheng's appearance."

The two ladies were stunned for a while. They held up Xia Chu's late mother, Zhao Lansheng, and bragged for a while. Only then did Mrs. Zhao loosen her face and look at Xia Chu's eyes again. mist.

Xia Chu was crying bitterly in his heart. If my grandfather couldn't come out, seeing how sad my grandmother was said to be, what if she cried out.

Just when he was laughing and miserable, General Zhao finally came out, Xia Chu said to Mrs. Zhao with a smile on his face, "I'm going to greet Grandpa."

Mrs. Zhao nodded: "Go, good boy."

Xia Chu pushed the two ladies away in relief and walked towards Old General Zhao.

General Zhao saw him coming from the crowd, and was stunned. He didn't come back to his senses until he walked in front of him and called 'grandfather' sweetly. , said with a serious 'um': "You still remember having a grandfather like me."

Xia Chu took his arm and acted coquettishly: "It's Yun Yi's fault. There have been too many things in the past few days, so it's a bit late."

General Zhao tilted his head: "If you stay later, I'm already on my way back to Hanyang."

"Grandpa, Yun Yi knows it's wrong, so don't waste your time on venting your anger." Xia Chu put his head on his arm and rubbed his arm, but his eyes flicked to Zhao Xingwen, trying his best to wink him. .

Zhao Xingwen now has a lot of chicken thieves, and he pointed to himself, as if you owe me a favor.

Xia Chu gritted his teeth and nodded slightly.

Only then did Zhao Xingwen step forward and take Lao General Zhao's other arm: "Grandpa, this table is cooked by my cousin to honor you, so don't be angry with him, grandma and mother haven't tasted it yet. I've tried my cousin's craftsmanship, but it won't taste good when it's cold..."