Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

Chapter 11 - Floating Life Stealing Three Days of Free



“Early summer.”

She turned back and saw a tall and slender man standing under the plum tree in the distance. In the backlight, he could not see his face clearly, only to see a head of black hair **** high by a hosta. He wore a crescent-white robe that was spotless, with a jade broadband tied around his waist and a delicate dragon-shaped jade on the broadband.

Instantly she knew who it was. With a charming smile, she happily greeted her with her skirt up.

The man smiled dotingly, folded a plum blossom and handed it to her, and asked her, “Do you like it?”

She blushed shyly and said softly, “I like it.”

The plum blossom turned into a sword and stabbed into her heart.

The man still smiled and asked her gently, “Do you still like it now?”

She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, looked at the sword inserted into her body, and cried out as she felt the blood spilling from the corner of her lips.

“Xiao! Yan! Finish!”

Calling Xiao Yanjun’s name, he woke up from the dream, his body still trembling slightly. He wrapped his arms around his bent legs and took a deep breath in a curled posture until the dark tide in his eyes slowly receded.

Mo Xiang outside the door had already knocked when she heard the sound, and it was not until a long time later that she heard a sentence: “Come in.”

Mo Xiang pushed open the door and entered the room. Seeing Xia Chu’s sullen expression, she asked carefully, “Is Young Master taking a shower now? Lord Hou is still waiting for you to eat.”

Xia Chu hummed and got out of bed and started to wash. After wiping his face, he looked as usual.

After entering the Hengwu Courtyard, Lord Hou was already waiting in the hall. He showed an innocent and bright smile and called sweetly, “Dad.”

Hou Ye smiled lovingly and rubbed his head.

He actually has no appetite, but he still tastes delicious.

While preparing the dishes, Hou Ye said, “The emperor will hold a family banquet in three days, and he wants you to be seated.”

Xia Chu’s hand holding the vegetables paused and replied, “Okay.”

In the last life, the emperor also held a family banquet, and he was also invited. It’s just that at that time, he was seated as a princess.

“The emperor just wants to see you, don’t be afraid.” Hou Ye said with relief.

“I’m not afraid.”

Now the enemy is in the light and he is in the dark. Xiao Yanjun is his prey, and he is the hunter who silently weaves the web. What is he afraid of. How about letting him meet Xiao Yanjun as the son of Xiahou Mansion?

Hou Ye saw his expression as usual, calm and at ease. Slightly relieved, and told him the rules of the palace in detail.

Xia Chu pretended to be ignorant and listened to Hou Ye talking about the palace rules that he was already familiar with, and hurriedly grabbed two bites of rice and then fled out.

Xia Chu, who returned to his yard, asked someone to move two pieces of wood of different lengths, and then backed away. Fold two pieces of wood into a cross, and tie up a straw man.

After he became an adult, he ran to the kitchen to get some pork and tied it to the grass figurine to start practicing the strength of flying needles. Over and over again, tirelessly.

He didn’t stop until a smear of dark red shone on Zilan Mountain in the distance. Sit up and down.

He raised his head and looked at the large white clouds floating in the blue sky, and they showed a fiery red in the setting sun.

The earth is bathed in the afterglow of colorful clouds, and the evening wind blows slowly, blowing the fragrance of flowers and trees.

He couldn’t help slackening the tense strings, temporarily stranded all his troubles and exhaustion, and admired this touching sunset.

The sunset, after all, still went down. The sky was still dark after all.

Mo Xiang called out to the young master from outside the courtyard.

Xia Chu retracted his mind, went to the grass man to untie the pork and handed it to Mo Xiang to send it back to the kitchen, and went to accompany Lord Hou for dinner.

After finishing the meal, she took Hou Ye for a walk in the garden.

The splendid moonlight softly sprinkled on the two people’s bodies, making Xia Chu’s face dyed with a layer of elegant light.

He walked along holding the Marquis, and asked side by side what happened when his mother was dying. After listening carefully, it was all trivial matters that were worthless, which only added to the sadness on the face of Lord Hou.

“Father, it’s windy. Go back and I’ll make tea for you.” Xia Chu couldn’t bear the old man to immerse himself in the past, and said meekly.

Hou Ye raised his eyebrows in surprise: “You still learned this on the mountain?”

Xia Chu shrugged.

“Bai Ruofei likes to drink.”

Back in the study, Xia Chu asked people to pick up old cooked Pu and tea sets. Pull up the stance and start making tea.

Hou Ye watched with interest as he pryed about five grams of dry tea from the tea cake and put it into the pot. After boiling, pour it on the tea set, wash it again, add water again, cover the pot, and simmer slowly over low heat. When the tea boils, the air comes out from the spout. He waited for a while, until the smell of the warehouse disappeared, and the mellow Chen Xiang and glutinous fragrance overflowed, and then he opened the lid and picked it up, made a cup and served it to Hou Ye.

Hou Ye smelled the tea fragrance and warmed his heart, and tasted it carefully and tasted sweet. Showing an approving look.

“Tea art is good, Mr. Bai taught very well.”

The corner of Xia Chu’s mouth twitched, recalling Bai Ruofei’s critical appearance.

He pays great attention to the speed and angle of the injection. More than once, he shuddered on his forehead, reminding him that the speed of water injection would affect the temperature of the water. The faster the water is injected, the higher the temperature. The water injection is slow, and the water temperature is relatively low. The angle of water injection will also affect the impact of the water on the tea leaves and the tumbling of the tea leaves. For this kind of cooked tea, the impact and tumbling should not be too much, otherwise the tea soup will be cloudy and opaque.

The more the chestnuts are eaten, the better the tea art will naturally be.

Xia Chu didn’t tell Hou Ye that he was so miserable and forced to learn the arts, he smiled wryly and looked at the rows of books on the bookcase. He swiped over a copy of the History of Xiao Kingdom, took it out and sat aside, and started to read it.

He actually knew very little about the history of Xiao Guo, and he was also disinterested in power tactics.

To put it bluntly, in his last life, he was just a girl with a simple mind.

Thirteen years of childhood were spent in the mountains, and the girl time after going down the mountain was promised to Xiao Yanjun. Thinking of Xiao Yanjun, his hand holding the book couldn’t help but clenched tighter and his fingertips gradually turned white.

“Master, Su Qian’an has returned to the mansion, and is waiting in your courtyard.” Mo Xiang from outside communicated across the room.

Hou Ye’s hand to practice calligraphy did not stop, and said to him.

Xia Chu called back and went back.

When Xia Chu returned to the house, Su Qianan followed, and after closing the door, she reported to him what she had done today.

The house for Yinzhi has been purchased, and a quadrangle courtyard near the southern suburbs has been selected. Although it is a bit off, but the environment is good, quiet and few people.

The three-storey shop has also changed its name because of it, and took the name Wentian Pavilion, and is making a plaque.

The second and third floors have also been remodeled.

As for Su Qianan, she worked as the shopkeeper for a day in the shop, and finally settled the accounts for the next day.

Su Qianan handed over the account book again.

Early summer waved his hand.

“You don’t have to show me this in the future, you can see for yourself.”

“Yes.” Su Qianan took it back again.

“It’s been a tiring day, go down and rest.”

Su Qianan should have stepped back.

Xia Chu moved to stand by the window, the wind swept through his hair.

He tapped the coffin lightly with his index finger, and his beautiful eyebrows were twisted together and hard to separate. His eyes are fixed on the front but not like looking forward…

For the next three days, early summer was lazy day after day.

I slept every day until the third day of the sun before I got up, and after taking a shower, I accompany the Hou Ye to have a meal. After eating, go to Suyuan to see Qianle, and come back in the afternoon to practice flying acupuncture.

After dinner every day, he would take Hou Ye for a walk, digest food, and then go back to the study to cook him different teas. After drinking tea, he stayed in the study to read, and Hou Ye practiced calligraphy in the study.

It wasn’t until Su Qianan returned to the mansion that he went back to the house to listen to his report on the progress.

On the evening of the third day, Su Qianan told him that the second floor of Wentian Pavilion had been renovated.

Xia Chu nodded, put on a black cloak, and took Su Qianan out of the house.


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