Before the wedding, Shen Xihe went to look for Qionghua for him, and Xiao Huayong began to deliver letters over thousands of miles, with a strand of his black hair in each letter.
It was one morning when he had written a letter and a strand of his hair happened to fall on the letter that had been placed aside and had not yet been put into the envelope. Xiao Huayong had a sudden idea and kept it as a habit ever since.
Most of them were hair that fell naturally when Chen Shi combed his hair, and some were deliberately plucked. Unconsciously, there was a strand left, and he never expected that Shen Xihe actually collected them all.
Pinching his hair, Xiao Huayong couldn't help but grin, a smile full of indescribable satisfaction and sweetness.
"The hair on your body is from your parents." Shen Xihe took it back from Xiao Huayong and put it back to its original place. "Beichen is the crown prince, how can you deal with his hair casually?"
Shen Xihe did not believe in Taoism or Buddhism, nor did he believe in ghosts, gods, witchcraft, and he did not think that arbitrarily disposing of these things would lead to unnecessary bad consequences. At this moment, he was quite shy to say this.
Xiao Huayong pursed his lips and smiled, but he did not expose Shen Xihe: "Well, Yoyo is right. Thank you, Yoyo, for taking care of me."
He didn't expose anything, nor did he say much, and even followed Shen Xihe's words. But his bright eyes and satisfied smile all revealed his firm understanding - Yoyo really likes me!
Shen Xihe took a deep look at Xiao Huayong, who was in infinite joy, immersed in some kind of happiness and unwilling to wake up, then went to the study room silently and wrote back to Shen Yun'an.
Xiao Huayong was intoxicated by himself for a long time before he came to Shen Xihe. He saw that Shen Xihe had replied to Shen Yun'an without any other words. It was all about his concern for Shen Yun'an's every aspect of being alone away. Suddenly, a trace of sourness arose in his sweet heart, just like the taste of candied haws.
He worked hard with Yoyo, but Yoyo had never instructed him in so many details!
"He's not a three-year-old child. Does he need to be reminded like this..." He couldn't help but mutter to himself.
It was unclear and Shen Xihe didn't hear it clearly, but he could guess it. He took a handled bronze mirror from the side and handed it to Xiao Huayong.
Xiao Huayong caught it and then gave him a puzzled look.
"The person in the mirror looks like a three-year-old child," Shen Xihe teased.
Xiao Huayong lowered his eyes. Isn't that his face in the mirror
Xiao Huayong was not annoyed by Shen Xihe's teasing. He just looked at himself and said, "As expected, Yoyo's mirror can better reflect my beauty."
Shen Xihe: …
Always choked by Xiao Huayong, Shen Xihe walked past him expressionlessly and handed the letter to Zhenzhu.
Xiao Huayong chased out: "Yoyo, do you want to go to the Black Water Tribe?"
He had once promised to take Shen Xihe to the Black Water Tribe, and he had to do what he promised her. He didn't have much time left, so he had to make arrangements quickly.
"The situation in Minjiang is tense right now, and His Majesty will never allow me to leave Beijing." Shen Yun'an is involved, and His Majesty will only feel at ease if she stays in Kyoto, under His Majesty's nose.
"Not now. After summer comes, we will go to the Black Water Tribe to escape the heat." Xiao Huayong smiled.
At that time, Shen Xihe's pregnancy was stable, and Bu Shulin was not far from giving birth, so perhaps she could even catch up with Bu Shulin in giving birth.
"But I'm pregnant..." Shen Xihe hesitated. It wasn't that she was overly nervous about the baby in her belly, but this child was related to the life and death of the Shen family. It might be the only flesh and blood between her and Xiao Huayong, so she couldn't help but think more about it.