"Xiao Ba's people have entered the city, and they will be here soon." Xiao Huayong kept a close eye on Xiao Changyan's movements. He received the news almost as soon as Xiao Changyan's people set off.
It was past midnight and the sky was about to brighten. Shen Xihe got up early to dress up. Xiao Huayong stood behind her and naturally took the comb from Biyu's hand. He combed Shen Xihe's loose black hair with neither light nor heavy movements.
Shen Xihe sat upright, his eyes clear, his fingertips playing with a hairpin: "His Royal Highness Prince Jing is different from you, he will definitely save Prince Yan."
Xiao Huayong paused for a moment, then continued his movements as if nothing had happened: "Yoyo, do you think Xiao Ba is more righteous than me?"
Shen Xihe knew that this person was unhappy again despite his emotionless and non-angry tone. She looked up at the mirror and said, "Am I wrong? If it was Beichen at this moment, the King of Yan would have become a corpse."
Regardless of whether Xiao Huayong, who is trapped in this situation, realizes that everything is a conspiracy, he will go all out and make Xiao Changgeng a dead man. Now that he has found a ready-made scapegoat, what else is there to be afraid of
As long as Xiao Changgeng died, he would never be in a passive position.
"Yoyo, you really know me." Xiao Huayong smiled wryly.
It was really hard for him to force such an ugly smile. Shen Xihe lowered his head and smiled: "I don't think you are ruthless. You are different from His Royal Highness King Jing. His Royal Highness King Jing was accompanied by his biological mother when he was young, and then he was taken care of by his maternal grandparents. He went to Annan City and fought on the battlefield. He has a sense of loyalty in his bones. When the King of Yan sacrificed himself to block a fatal blow for him, it reminded him of the past when he and the generals fought against the enemy on the battlefield, which touched his heart.
You have been alone since childhood, you are used to fighting alone, you don’t need help from others, and you won’t trust anyone. To you, these ties are not your right-hand men, but just a burden. "
If Xiao Changqing is a clever cheetah and Xiao Changyan is a brave wolf, then Xiao Huayong is undoubtedly a lazy tiger. Tigers do not like to associate with any species. They are used to loneliness and enjoy loneliness. They will ruthlessly kill any living creature that approaches them, even if it shows goodwill.
People who grow up in different environments naturally behave differently.
In an instant, Xiao Huayong's handsome face turned from cloudy to sunny, and his fingertips flexibly tied Shen Xihe's hair into a bun: "Yo Yo, there is something wrong with what I said. I will trust someone with my life."
As he spoke, he took the hairpin from her hand, inserted it into her hair, and fixed her bun in place.
"Thank you Beichen for your kindness. I hope I will live up to your trust." Shen Xihe smiled calmly.
Xiao Huayong's hand trembled, and he hooked the buyao and pulled it out that had just been inserted into his hair. The buyao fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Fortunately, it was a silver-handled buyao and was not damaged.
Shen Xihe leaned over to pick it up and passed it behind him: "People are almost here, Beichen has to hurry up."
"Ah? Oh!" Xiao Huayong took the hairpin with trembling hands, tied her hair into a bun again, and put the hairpin on her. His turbulent emotions gradually calmed down.
From not believing to not refuting, this was the first time Shen Xihe gave him a clear reply after he had expressed his feelings countless times. Although the wording was euphemistic, the meaning was that he believed in him. After Xiao Huayong thought it through, he couldn't help but smile. His smile was as sweet as a flower swaying in the spring breeze, bright and warm.