Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

Yu Yecheng knew the beginning and end of the year, and could not dissuade Yu Bangzhen from staying out of it. After a long silence, he said to him, "It's better to do it yourself."

After Yu Weilin listened to the whole story outside the house, he carefully looked around to confirm that no one was there and then quietly retreated.

Xia Chu didn't expect that such a secret could still be revealed in Yu Weilin's mouth. What happened in Yu Bangzhen's year also happened seventeen years ago. What kind of sacrifice would involve the senior officials of Honglu Temple, and all of them would be exterminated?

Xia Chu took a deep breath. The worst possibility that he and Hou Ye speculated could only be the truth.

Besides the emperor, who else could clean up the entire Honglu Temple without anyone questioning it?

"What's the matter with this kid?" Zhao Xingwen asked Xia Chu, who was still awake, after pushing twice.

"You send it back, what's the matter, you still want him to live in Yixianglou?" Xia Chu raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's not impossible..." Zhao Xingwen smacked his mouth and looked at the ready-made bed in the back room.

"Yuye is not bad as an adult, so don't scoff at his son's reputation." Xia Chu's original intention was to ask Zhao Xingwen to send it back quickly. Not good for his future career.

But after he finished speaking, Yu Guang saw Xian Li's eyes dimmed, and he felt that he was not cautious enough in front of her, and he made a blunder.

The word 'reputation' probably touched her heart...

Xia Chu kicked Zhao Xingwen and motioned him to leave the ink quickly.

Zhao Xingwen scolded the dead Yu Weilin, went out and saw the raven guarding the door, and said to Xia Chu who was inside: "I am your brother, not as good as the raven."

Xia Chu didn't pay any attention to him, just closed the door with a 'pop'.

As for the raven, he raised his eyes and glanced at him.

At one glance, Zhao Xingwen walked like a fly, and the one who walked with Yu Weilin on his back was called a gallop like a fly...

"Master, but let me check on Yu Bangzhen?" Xian Li is quick-witted and good at observing people's subtle expressions. Just now when Yu Weilin mentioned that Yu Bangzhen was talking about seventeen years ago, she noticed that Xia Chu's eyes lit up and his lips lit up. Also sipped.

Seeing that he closed the door again, he naturally thought that he had something else to do.

"No need." Xia Chu waved his hand, Yu Bangzhen probably didn't know anything, otherwise since the emperor had already taken action, where would he be left behind.

It's that Concubine Li...

Did she happen to save Yu Bangzhen and then deliberately said it was a favor, or did she really know the inside story and save Yu Bangzhen intentionally?

If it is the former, Xia Chu can only applaud a good method, if it is the latter...

"Who is that young master?" Seeing that he had nothing to say, Xian Li went to the table to sit down and ponder, and couldn't help but ask.

Xia Chuzheng felt that he had captured a certain key, and it was too late to think about it. When Xian Li asked him about it, he apologized with a face: "I didn't pay attention to what I said just now, don't take it to heart."

Xian Li looked surprised, and then reacted, he was referring to the word 'reputation' just now, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "I didn't have it at all, young master doesn't need to mind."

Xia Chu looked at her with a calm face, her skin as delicate as beautiful porcelain, her eyes as elegant as mist, and the shallow arcs hanging on her lips.

Xian Li heard him let out a sigh, and didn't want him to blame himself, so he took a step forward and said half-seriously, half-jokingly, "Young master is so considerate, I don't know which girl will be blessed in the future."

Xia Chu's face was startled, and he immediately held his forehead and dared not look directly at her.

Xian Li chuckled lightly: "I'm afraid no one else is as lucky as me, seeing the young master like this at the moment..."

Xia Chu has always been unrestrained or ruthless, but facing Xian Li, his heart is full of sympathy, pity and intolerance.

All the beautiful words in this world can be placed on her body, but she has to bear it, so many...

"Xian Li, you and Bing..." Before Xia Chu finished speaking, Xian Li suddenly accepted the joking look on her face.

She lowered her eyelids, her expression filled with undisguised sadness: "Master, he will only get better and better, but I can only go lower and lower."

Xia Chu understood the meaning of her words. Now Bingwen became famous at a young age and has a bright future. Xian Li has a deep hatred and has not yet been bloody, and there is another brother who is missing.

In her whole life, she was young and enduring humiliation, and the most beautiful years of her youth are about to be wasted...

"Go back, young master, it's late at night." Xian Li raised his head, his face returned to normal, holding a touching smile and speaking tender words.

Her fragility is only for a moment...

But, Xia Chu saw it.

On the way back to the mansion, his thoughts were mixed, and the key that flashed in his mind just now was never recalled.

That night, he tossed and turned.

It wasn't until the rooster crowed that he fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes, he was woken up by Bian Ding grabbing his shoulders, and Xia Chu flew over without thinking about a needle.

The two were so close to each other, and Bian Ding never thought that Xia Chu was still sleepy but suddenly shot, even if he was stuck in place, he couldn't move.

"Master, it's me, Master!" Bian Ding stood at the head of his bed, half-bent, with his hands raised shoulder-width apart, still maintaining the position he had just shaken him.

The palm of his hand that had just grabbed his shoulders felt a piercing pain that spread along the wrist to the upper arm, as if the bones of the entire arm were crushed, and a bunch of marching ants were stuffed into the blood vessels. The blood flowed up.

The pain was mixed with numbness and soreness, and I wanted to pass out immediately and peel off the flesh and skin all over my body.

Xia Chu shook his head that hadn't woken up, his face was full of black energy, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of sternness: "I know, otherwise you thought you would still be alive."

"Bingwen is waiting for you at Wentian Pavilion!" The blue veins jumped on Bian Ding's forehead. He didn't know where Xia Chu's needle was stuck. At this moment, he just felt that life was better than death. Won't do the job of waking him up.

"Why are you here to report?" Xia Chu wore it out from under his arm, got out of bed and started dressing quickly with his back on his back.

"Eldest young master, who dares to call you, Jie Wu came back and was scared back. Bingwen actually called Bian Hao and said that he was in a hurry, so you must do it now! Immediately! Immediately! Go directly to the third floor of Wentian Pavilion. ." Bian Ding rolled his eyes, only thinking about when he would come to pull the needle.

"Where's Hao Ren over there?" Xia Chu asked while taking a shower.

"He can't get in either, eldest young master. That's why I asked for help. I had to ask him to lead the raven away, and then come in and wake you up." Bian Ding pouted and was beaten by the raven. He chose the latter when he asked Xia Chu to get up.

Obviously, he regrets it very much now!

Xia Chu waited for a while, walked to Bian Ding's side with a harmless smile, patted his face, reached out and pulled out the two silver needles on his body: "Xiao Dingding, forget it this time."