The Marquis was stunned by what Xia Chu said. After chewing it carefully, he felt that what he said seemed reasonable.
"Has the Emperor decided where to bury Princess Yirou?" Xia Chu asked the thoughtful Marquis.
"Not yet. My father has advised him to send the body to the ice cellar of Dali Temple for preservation. Eunuch Li should have sent someone there by now." Although Mr. Hou was persuaded by Xia Chu, he felt that this matter was a bit strange. , but so what
The human heart is inherently complicated and contradictory, and the emperor is also made of flesh and blood, so it is human nature.
Xia Chu nodded, and there was no need to ask further. Let's see where the emperor will bury her in the end.
Others might think that the emperor was affectionate, but since Xia Chu listened to Xiao Mubai's explanation in the carriage in the morning, he always felt that something strange was floating in his mind, but he could never figure out the reason.
Although I now know that there is something weird about it, I still don’t know why it is like this.
Forget it, let’s take it one step at a time and resolve the matter in front of us first...
As soon as Xia Chu thought about this, he stood up and said goodbye to the Marquis who was still eating: "I'm going to General Zhao's Mansion to see grandpa. Father, please use it with care."
When the Marquis saw Xia Chu leave after saying that, he didn't take any notes and didn't know how to accompany me to finish the meal before leaving. He cursed at his back: "Hey, you little bastard."
Xia Chu let out a string of laughter, waved with her back to him and left the hall.
When he took Su Qian'an to General Zhao's Mansion, he was already in the corner. Zhao Xingwen was quite surprised to see Xia Chu and teased him: "Are you just here to have a meal?"
Xia Chu sneered: "Can your cook here compare to me?"
Zhao Xingwen rolled his eyes when he was scolded like this, then rubbed his hands and smiled slyly: "How about you show your hand, I haven't eaten in a long time."
Xia Chu raised his eyebrows: "Want to eat?"
Zhao Xingwen mentioned it casually. Hearing his tone of voice was really interesting, he couldn't help but nod his head frequently, looking like he was about to burst into laughter.
Xia Chu had not visited his grandfather for a long time and had not fulfilled his filial duty. In addition, this meal could be regarded as a practice for Su Qian'an, 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 pulled him and said, "Young Master, please walk this way. Brother, I will take you there myself."
Xia Chu, who was being pulled along by him and walked slowly, laughed and scolded: "Your virtue can be said to be even more flattering than greedy."
Although Zhao Xingwen didn't understand what it meant, he didn't think it was a good thing to say. He hummed twice and pretended not to hear, and walked all the way to the dining room before saying: "I went to pick up Wen Shu so that she can also have a taste of your craftsmanship."
Xia Chu gave him a backhand and said, "Forget it this time, send everyone in the dining room away and take Qian'an to the side to tell him about the rules in Han Yang's military camp."
Zhao Xingwen turned to look at Su Qian'an, then turned to Xia Chu and said, "This is your purpose today, I just said that you come here to show your courtesy for nothing."
As soon as Zhao Xingwen finished speaking, a kitchen knife was raised in front of his eyes. Xia Chu moved the blade forward two inches: "You want to go or not."
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. He just happened to see the spike on his sword, and then he joked: "Hey, this is what you spent a long time digging through the pile of dead people. The knife spike you’re looking for?”
As soon as Zhao Xingwen finished speaking, Su Qian'an's sword was once again raised in front of his eyes. Su Qian'an also moved the blade two inches forward. Although he did not speak, there was a look in his eyes that said, "You are continuing to speak."
Zhao Xingwen laughed awkwardly again, then took two steps back and put his fingers on the back of the knife: "I won't say it any more. I'll take you to the side hospital and tell you about military affairs."
Su Qian'an sheathed the sword in one go, moving smoothly and smoothly.
Zhao Xingwen clicked his tongue twice: "Okay, I'm good at martial arts..."
Xia Chu looked at the two of them leaving and put his head on his chest. He asked his cousin to hang out with Bingwen. He might be like that when he returns to the army next year. Bingwen had not learned anything about his intelligence and his smooth tongue. I actually learned a lot.
I think back to the first time I met him in the military camp at the beginning of the year, he was still a solemn, heroic and strict General Zhao, and then look at the back of him now...
Xia Chu's hand on his forehead moved down slightly, without looking, without looking...
After he had prepared the food and asked the maids to carry it to the hall one by one, Zhao Xingwen also went to the study and invited General Zhao to come out.
This was the first time Xia Chu came 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 also Mrs. Zhao and Aunt Zhao.
The ladies had just listened to Zhao Xingwen's introduction, and now they were raising and lowering their hands towards him, touching his face and squeezing his hands, praising the Marquis for being so lucky to have such a handsome young master.
Mrs. Zhao pulled her face and said, "Yun Yisheng's Shui Ling has inherited Lan Sheng's appearance."
The two ladies looked stunned and responded in succession. They held up Xia Chu's deceased mother, Zhao Lansheng, and boasted about it. Only then did Mrs. Zhao loosen her solemn expression, and her eyes that looked at Xia Chu were filled with a layer of mystery. fog.
Xia Chu screamed in pain in her heart. If grandpa hadn't come out and saw grandma being told such a touching scene, what would she do if she started crying
Just when he was laughing awkwardly and feeling miserable, General Zhao finally walked out. Xia Chu said to Mrs. Zhao with joy on his face, "I'm going to greet grandpa."
Mrs. Zhao nodded: "Go, good child."
Xia Chu was relieved and pushed aside the two ladies and walked towards General Zhao.
General Zhao was stunned when he saw him walking from the crowd. It wasn't until he walked in front of him and sweetly called "Grandpa" that he came back to his senses. He closed the corners of his mouth that he had not known when. , said with a serious 'hmm': "Do you still remember that there is a grandpa like me?"
Xia Chu took his arm and said coquettishly: "Yun Yi was wrong. There have been too many things in recent days, so he came a little late."
General Zhao tilted his head and said, "If you were just a little later, I would already be on my way back to Hanyang."
"Grandpa, Yunyi knows he's wrong, so don't waste your time on getting angry." Xia Chu leaned her head on his arm and rubbed it, but her eyes glanced at Zhao Xingwen and winked at him desperately. .
Nowadays, Zhao Xingwen is a lot of thieves. He pointed at himself, as if you owed me a favor.
Xia Chu gritted his teeth and nodded slightly.
Zhao Xingwen then stepped forward and took Old General Zhao's other arm: "Grandpa, my cousin personally prepared this table of dishes to honor you. Don't get angry with him. Grandma and mother haven't tasted it yet." It’s my cousin’s cooking, but it won’t taste good when it’s cold…”
(End of chapter)