Coo-coo-coo, snow-white pigeons flew to the window from nowhere, carefully pecking at the scattered grains of grain, looking around with eyes full of spirit, always keeping alert.
The sun is shining brightly today and there is no wind. I open the window half way to get some air.
Xu Zhihuai listened to the pigeons' grunting calls and quietly came to the window. Looking at the pigeons' slender and short toes, he knew that they were not homing pigeons.
Also, how could Huang Jiwei's carrier pigeon fly to her?
Xu Zhihuai asked Jinhua to find some leftover rice grains to feed the pigeons.
Jinhua was a little dumbfounded and threw out a lot of rice grains, which scared the pigeons and flew away.
"You little idiot."
Xu Zhihuai scolded her lazily.
Jinhua smiled and returned to her side, sitting down obediently.
She is still busy with some needlework in her hands and is making a purse. The brocade is fragrant and lotus colored and decorated with little flowers, which is exquisite and unique.
This was specially made for Mu Xiuwan to play with.
Jinhua has always been a good female celebrity, so I just want to do a few more to make her happy.
The child has finally stopped being sick recently.
Xu Zhihuai went to deliver soup to His Highness the Crown Prince in the afternoon, but saw that his brows had wrinkled into the character "chuan", and the face of Yue Yichuan next to him was even darker and gloomier.
Xu Zhihuai felt something was wrong and asked hesitantly: "What's wrong, Your Highness? What happened?"
Zhu Xuxing held a secret letter in his hand, which slowly clenched into a ball as she asked her questions. He pondered for a long time before saying, "Wei Li has found it."
Xu Zhihuai's heartbeat quickened and he blinked in confusion: "Have you found the Marquis of Qingyi? Where?"
Zhu Xuxing lowered his eyes and said, "He is injured and is on his way back to the capital."
Injuried?
It's really new for these two words to appear on Wei Li.
"How could it be? Everyone in Qingyihou is afraid of him, who dares to hurt him?"
The seemingly concerned words made Yue Yichuan alert. He turned to look at Xu Zhihuai's innocent and harmless face, secretly wary.
Zhu Xuxing sighed: "There are really not many people who can hurt him. This time someone was cruel."
"Oh my God."
Xu Zhihuai breathed out softly, covering his mouth and asked in a low voice: "Is the Qingyi Marquis seriously injured?"
Zhu Xuxing's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, dark colors surging.
"His eyes were injured and he couldn't see."
Those vicious and cruel eyes can no longer be seen.
It's wonderful.
A ferocious beast that cannot see its prey has nothing to do but slowly wait for death.
While Xu Zhihuai pretended to be amazed, he couldn't help but sneer softly in his heart.
She didn't want him to die at all, she just wanted him to live a life worse than death, to slowly endure and grind away, and slowly turn into a useless waste.
On the way back, Xu Zhihuai's steps were particularly light, and there was a slight smile hidden at the corner of his mouth.
She asked Jinhua to warm up a pot of plum wine and started drinking by herself. When Zhu Xuxing came back exhausted, he saw her drunk under the lamp, and the wine bottle next to her hand was even more eye-catching.
Xu Zhihuai blushed slightly and held his head with one hand. Seeing Zhu Xuxing standing at the door looking at her, he stood up slowly and said, "His Royal Highness is back."
She staggered towards him. Zhu Xuxing hurriedly supported her limp body and said in a questioning and distressed tone: "Why are you drinking?"
Xu Zhihuai leaned into his arms, his breath was like blue, mixed with a faint smell of alcohol.
"Why? I don't know why I drink. I just feel that on such a cold spring night, if I don't drink a little wine, I will feel cold... I am most afraid of the cold."
She acts coquettishly, and he loves her.
"I'm here, I'm holding you."
"When I hold you, you won't feel cold anymore."
Zhu Xuxing hugged her soft body, and the sweet powdery fragrance accompanied by the unique aftertaste of plum wine created a unique flavor.
The person in your arms is a cup of wine waiting to be tasted.
It's strange, how could she predict this? Tonight, he was just trying to get drunk so that he could forget all the worries today.
Xu Zhihuai rubbed gently in his arms. She was greedy for the warmth of his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tighter and tighter.
Zhu Xuxing hugged her back, resting his chin in the crook of her fragrant neck, kissing and sniffing gently, as if he was drunk with her, his body slowly sinking, and his thoughts gradually became enchanted.
"Is it still cold?"
"It's not cold anymore."
Xu Zhihuai asked with a hint of waxy cry: "Where is Your Highness? Is Your Highness going to be cold?"
Zhu Xuxing was silent for a moment: "It's not cold."
Xu Zhihuai immediately looked up at him and put his palm on his heart: "No, your highness is also very cold here, and his heart is cold. Those who are disobedient and rebellious, who ruined your kindness and framed your loyal ministers, they all deserve to die... "
Zhu Xuxing's eyes flashed slightly and he looked down at her.
She has a pair of graceful and beautiful eyes, and she can always see his heart easily and tell the truth that he wants to say but is difficult to express in his mouth.
"Huai'er, you are the one who knows my heart."
"The Marquis of Qingyi, he is His Highness's confidant, they will stab His Highness in the heart again."
Xu Zhihuai whispered in his ear, lightly but forcefully.
Zhu Xuxing hugged her for a long time before he said: "The whole world is turbid and I am alone in the clear. Everyone is drunk and I am alone in being sober. But they refuse to let me be clear or wake up."
Xu Zhihuai could clearly hear the profound meaning contained in these words.
"Your Highness, do you still want to endure it?"
"I can't bear it anymore. I can't bear it anymore."
Xu Zhihuai felt proud.
OK.
The Marquis of Fengdu... is the next Xie Ningchao, and he will not be happy unless he is eliminated.
No one knows how long it will take for Wei Li to return to Beijing.
Xu Zhihuai also secretly calculated that it would take at least a month to travel by boat and carriage.
She couldn't wait, couldn't wait to see his miserable appearance.
Mu Xiuwan was vaguely aware of the change in her mood, but she couldn't guess why. Moreover, she could no longer see the shadows behind her. Since the last time... they had disappeared like blood rushing out.
Half a month later, Aunt Nan returned to the palace for "business".
She used the excuse of recuperating outside the palace to teach Xie Wuyou to learn skills.
Seeing that she was a little thin, Xu Zhihuai asked first, "It seems that my aunt has put a lot of effort into it."
Aunt Nan lowered her head and looked very haggard.
"My dear, do you have any news about the Marquis?"
Xu Zhihuai said lightly: "What we know should be about the same."
"Master Marquis's eyes really see..." Aunt Nan hesitated, as she was very taboo about those words.
Xu Zhihuai looked at her overly sad face and said suspiciously: "Master Hou has seen so many strong winds and waves, he would not fall here. But my aunt looks like the sky is falling, which is strange."
Aunt Nan hurriedly talked about other things to hide her emotions: "Xie Wuyou is still sensible. After being stubborn for a few days, he became obedient."
"How obedient are you?"
"It's the same as before..."
Xu Zhihuai smiled indifferently, clapped his hands and said, "That's good. Let her show up at the Changting Chess Club on the 15th of next month."
Childhood sweethearts, what will happen to them after the disaster is inevitable.
She was looking forward to it.
