Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

It was also the first time that Chagan saw Wugetai angry. The fifth prince of the Manchu and Mongolian ethnic group was always warm and polite, treated others politely and humbly, and treated Ao Dengerile with great love.

At this moment, Cha Gan was shocked.

Fortunately, Wu Getai walked to his side and resumed Wen Shan's tone of speaking to him: "Lock the door, you can go to the guard outside the hospital, it is estimated that there will be some noise tonight."

Cha Gan looked startled: "No, isn't it a bridal chamber?"

Wu Getai snorted, still the bridal chamber?

Tonight, Xiao Yanjun seems to be overwhelmed...

As Wugetai walked towards Chenglu Courtyard, he thought that this little Marquis didn't know who he was. When he was in the Mongolian tribe, he always heard the most about the four great talents in Beijing.

This summer, it is unheard of.

Unfortunately, I can't see it anymore...

At this time, in Mingxiang Garden, which was closed today, in Bingwen's room.

Xia Chu was enjoying the wine with him and Shi Zhongfei, cooking tea and enjoying the snow, in a leisurely manner.

"Master, it's a good thing you notified Bingwen in advance this time. Otherwise, if he received the news that you were assassinated, he would probably have taken someone with a knife to Prince Yu's Mansion." Shi Zhongfei sighed to Xia Chu.

Bingwen was in Kong Changhui's mansion that night. He just heard of his hideous appearance when he was exiled. If he knew that he was dead, then it would be fine.

"Can he still carry a knife?" Xia Chu raised his eyebrows and teased.

"Young master, you didn't see him. The night you were exiled from Beijing, how terrible he was." Shi Zhongfei 'tsk' twice, obviously having lingering fears.

Bingwen blushed, 'cough' twice, and complained to Xia Chuyu: "I didn't talk to me beforehand, and I even asked His Royal Highness Mo King for his guilt."

Xia Chu touched his nose: "I didn't tell you not to do it, and let him be dispatched."

Bingwen looked embarrassed: "Because of this, when I saw that he didn't move, I became more and more unwilling."

Xia Chu felt that his thoughts were a little extreme, and after pouring him a glass of wine, he made a little point: "Whenever you need someone to lend a hand, help is a love, not helping is a duty, and you shouldn't hold grudges. "

Bingwen nodded, looking a little ashamed: "What I said was that I was too impatient at the time, and I was overthinking and acting too aggressively."

When Shi Zhongfei saw this, he smoothed out: "Bingwen is just too worried about you."

Xia Chu raised a glass to meet the two of them, with a clear look on his face: "I naturally know that."

The room was glowing with yellowish warmth, the candles flickered, and the three of them exchanged cups, chatting and laughing.

In the Mingxiang Garden outside the house, after the heavy snow fell, the north wind blew, and thick ice had already formed, and the trees on both sides of the garden were also covered with silver flowers.

Shi Zhongfei had already drank on the table, muttering to himself from time to time.

"It's so late, I'll ask Jie Wu to pick up a room for you." Bingwen looked at the moonlight outside the window, the gongs and drums at the fifth watch had just sounded, and the sky was the darkest hour.

Xia Chu's mouth curled into a smile and waved to him: "It's a good time to steal incense and jade, how can I stay here."

Seeing that he had already opened the door, Bingwen asked his back, "It's already here, where are you going? Do you want help?"

Xia Chu looked back suddenly, with a hint of red on his cheeks, he could see that he was in a good mood, and his words were pleasant: "No, I want to do something that I have been thinking about for a long time."

Bingwen looked at his disappearing figure, and heard Shi Zhongfei's babble behind him, shook his head helplessly, called Jie Wu into the room, and carried Shi Zhongfei back to his own room.

Xia Chu came out of Bingwen's house, found an unoccupied corner, raised his feet slightly, jumped up to the roof quietly, lightly tipped his toes, and flew again into the air.

He was already wearing a black robe, which melted into the night but flew at a very high speed. After a while, he easily turned into Yuwangfu's mansion, touched the courtyard of Mengyouxuan and left.

There was no one to defend the palace tonight, and it seemed that the people outside the door would take turns to fight, one wave went down, and another wave came up again.

Outside the door at the moment of Yin Shi, there is still a lot of noise.

Xia Chu easily avoided some of the Mongolian attendants and jumped into Mengyouxuan.

The strange thing is that everyone is guarding outside the courtyard, but the courtyard is actually empty.

The house was brightly lit, and the window seemed to reflect the figure of a woman sitting on the couch.

Xia Chu rushed to the door, only to realize that the door was locked, and he suddenly understood why there was no one in the courtyard.

He took out a silver needle from his waist, fiddled with the lock three or two times, and finally sighed with emotion: "The lock made by this lock is far worse than the ones made by Bai Ruofei back then. ."

He pushed open the door and closed it quickly.

A surprised and aggrieved female voice resounded in the room: "My lord, you are finally here."

The corner of Xia Chu's mouth curled into a sneering smile, and when she walked in front of her, she could faintly see that the woman under the hijab trembled slightly and her hands were twisted together.

Xia Chu first gave her two stitches to prevent her from making trouble for a while.

Ao Dengerile only felt that there were two slight tingling pains on his body suddenly, just as he was about to speak, he saw a hand stretched under the Xipa, holding the pad and slowly lifting it up.

She was overjoyed and excited, and when the red hijab was completely removed, she opened her eyes wide, her face full of disbelief.

Ao Dengerile wanted to scream, only to find that he couldn't speak, and his whole body was numb and unable to move.

Xia Chu patted her face and said to her with a big smile: "If you are surprised, just blink."

Even if Ao Dengerile was reluctant, he couldn't control his blinking at all, but those eyes were spitting fire, as if they were going to burn him alive.

Xia Chu recalled his previous life, Ao Dengerile's words and deeds after he lifted his red hijab, and he imitated her chin and 'tsk' twice: "It's so pitiful, I waited all night for it. The bridal chamber has candles, but he refuses to come in."

Odengerile's eyelids drooped, staring at his hand holding his chin, wishing to chop him off with a knife.

Xia Chu's hand gradually moved up and stroked her auricle along the arc of her jaw.

Ao Dengrile showed a look of horror on his face, thinking that he was thinking badly about himself.

Thinking of his beautiful appearance and enchanting figure, now in his hands, how can he be perfect?

But he was too daring. Now it is rumored that he fell off a cliff and died. It is difficult for him to put himself in the candle in the wedding room of Prince Yu's mansion...

Xia Chu enjoyed her panic-stricken, terrified expression. She followed her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, and her red lips, and finally slid all the way down and landed on her neckline.

Ao Dengerile's pupils shrank suddenly, thinking of thousands of ways to kill him, he closed his eyes in despair, and a teardrop slid down the corner of his eyes...