When Xiao Yanjun listened to Xia Chu's question, he seemed to have heard some big joke. He stretched out his hand and pinched Xia Chu's chin: "Don't worry, I won't let you die now, otherwise how could Xiao Zimu be so obedient as to be captured."
In Xia Chu's previous life, she didn't understand why he was so sincere and abandoned by him in the end.
Now I know what Xiao Yanjun meant by those gritted words when he picked on his hamstrings.
The morning light of sunrise filled the windows, and the chirping of birds could be heard in the courtyard. The blue sky and the large white clouds held up the orange sunrise, pulling him away from the memories of the past.
Xia Chu put his hand on his forehead, and the shadows under his fingers allowed him to look up and squint at the scorching sun.
This life is different after all...
After a long time, he looked away and saw the fire cloth on the table. He called Mo Xiang in, wrote Xiao Mubai's measurements and gave it to her, and told her to send the fire cloth to Huacai Fang, and it must be done on July 10th. It should be made and sent to the Hou Mansion eight days ago.
Mo Xiang agreed, put the paper with the dimensions on it close to her body, and then retreated with Huo Huanbu in her arms.
Xia Chu put down the paper and pen, walked to the bed and lay down. He was not sleepy at first, but he couldn't even open his eyes after the pillow was stained. This time, he actually fell asleep until Zhao Xingwen knocked on the door, and he woke up slowly. Xia Chu stood up and opened the door, and Zhao Xingwen stepped in boldly.
"Where are the raven people?" Xia Chu frowned and sounded unhappy. He is a person who always wants to stab that person to death with a needle whenever he is disturbed while eating or sleeping.
The raven knew this quirk of his. In the past, the raven would stay outside when he was sleeping. Let alone being disturbed, everyone would take a detour. Why did he let Zhao Xingwen knock on his door today
"Didn't you order him to bring Bian Ding and Han Sa to fight? They were already fighting when I came here. The fight lasted for more than an hour and it wasn't over yet. I was so tired of watching it that I almost had to eat. , Mo Xiang said you haven’t gotten up yet, why don’t I come over and greet the young Marquis personally.”
Xia Chu pinched his eyebrows and then remembered what he said casually last night: "Then where is Qian'an?"
"The three of them are playing there, Qian'an can't look away." Zhao Xingwen glanced at him sideways, feeling that his question was a bit silly, and seeing his sleepy look, he urged him to wash up.
The veins on Xia Chu's forehead were throbbing. He had not been awakened from his sleep for a long time, and he was currently thinking about which acupuncture point to prick him.
Zhao Xingwen saw that he was sitting there motionless and in a daze, so he simply took off his coat from Mu Shi and put it on him.
A cold light flashed in Xia Chu's eyes, she took a needle in her hand and stabbed it at his itchy hole. However, Xiao Mubai's deep voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Little General Zhao?"
When Zhao Xingwen heard this, he turned around and avoided the silver needle that Xia Chu stabbed at him.
He was still holding the shoulder corners of his robe with both hands. When he saw Xiao Mubai looking at him with raised eyebrows and then at the robe in his hand, he explained: "I'll wake him up and let him wash up, and he'll leave it there." If he doesn't move, I will put the robe on him."
Xiao Mubai saw a flash of silver light behind him, and then disappeared into Xia Chu's sleeves. He poked his head to the side, looked past Zhao Xingwen and smiled at Xia Chu's pursed lips.
Seeing that he had caught him in action, Xia Chu held his cheeks and pouted, his eyes drifting upward.
"His Royal Highness King Mo?" Zhao Xingwen saw that Xiao Mubai ignored him, looked at Xia Chu with a strange expression, and called out again.
Xiao Mubai glanced at him meaningfully. If he had spoken a little later, he might have been Zhao Xingwen who could not move: "Put the robe there and let him wear it by himself. The Marquis will ask you to go to the hall." Woolen cloth."
Zhao Xingwen didn't know that he had just escaped a disaster, so he put his robe on Xia Chu's arm.
"You should take a break and wash up. It's obvious that you asked me to come over for dinner, so why bother sleeping until now?" Zhao Xingwen complained as he walked out the door.
Xiao Mubai looked at his back and coughed lightly, then walked into the room and sat down next to him: "That's your cousin, you can do it."
Xia Chu curled his lips: "I just wanted to make him laugh for half an hour, who would let him disturb my dreams."
"Is this really a clear dream?" Xiao Mubai came forward, their noses almost touching. Xia Chu could feel a gentle touch on her lips. It should be Xiao Mubai's breath that touched her lips.
Xia Chu hurriedly stepped back and stood up. The clothes on his arms fell off with a splat. He quickly picked them up and put them on while calling Mo Xiang to bring some water to wash up.
Xiao Mubai held his forehead with one hand, admiring the embarrassment of his fussing and blushing face.
While Xia Chu was fastening his belt, he caught a glimpse of an evil smile on his lips from the corner of his eye. She raised her eyes and glared at him: "What are you laughing at?"
"The beauty is in the room, but the soft jade is falling." Xiao Mubai raised his eyes slightly, and the look in his eyes became more and more sultry.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Xiang entered the room holding the basin.
Xia Chu quickly went over and covered his mouth, fearing that he would say something shocking again later.
Xiao Mubai took advantage of the situation and pressed a kiss on her palm. Xia Chu felt a tingling sensation in her palm and quickly retracted her hand, telling Mo Xiang to step back. Then she slapped Xiao Mubai's shoulder with a sweet and angry palm.
Xiao Mubai did not give in, but stretched out his hand to pull her when her palm fell. Xia Chu turned around half a circle and sat on his lap.
Xiao Mubai held her in his arms. Xia Chu looked up and saw that the doors and windows were closed, feeling a little at ease.
Xiao Mubai looked at her well-behaved look at this moment and stretched out his hand to scratch the bridge of her straight nose: "Achu, I seem to know how to cure your irritability when you wake up."
Xia Chu's face was startled, and then she realized that ever since Xiao Mubai sat here, she had completely forgotten about Zhao Xingwen disturbing his dream just now, so there was nothing else to vent her anger on.
Xia Chu sighed, simply put her hands around his neck, placed a kiss on his forehead and said warmly: "Only you can cure my problem."
Xiao Mubai's eyes were filled with lust. He put his right hand on Xia Chu's back, but Xia Chu put his index finger on his lips. He was stunned for a moment. Xia Chu took advantage of his daze to jump away lightly, and then immediately Standing next to the noodle stand, he smiled slyly and said, "If I don't wash up, everyone will be here soon."
Xiao Mubai gritted his teeth: "You did it on purpose."
Xia Chu coughed lightly and asked while wiping his face: "When did you come?"
Xiao Mubai knew that he was deliberately changing the subject again, but he still responded in cooperation: "Hurry up and tell the time."
"Did my father ask me to play chess as soon as I came here?" Xia Chu said in a determined tone.
Xiao Mubai pinched his eyebrows. Xia Chu's guess was right.
When the Marquis saw him, he dragged him into the study room without any care, and his first words after the servants set up the chessboard shocked Xiao Mubai to death.
"If you want to marry my daughter, you must at least give me three sons."
(End of chapter)