Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

The capital city was extraordinarily lively years ago, Xia Chu had just finished shopping with Xiao Muhong in the market, and it was almost time for him to return to the mansion.

In the past ten days, Xiao Muhong came three times every three times. This child has a sweet mouth and a good personality, making Hou Ye very happy. In addition, Xia Chu could always see her own shadow in her, and she became more and more doted on her.

After entering the Hou Mansion, the servants were busy putting on lanterns. He looked at the joyful look of the whole courtyard, and the time passed so quickly. Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and he won’t be staying long in the mansion.

Xia Chu pinched a little, guessing that Houye should be in the study at this time, and walked over directly.

When Cong Ting saw him coming from a distance, he had already passed the message on Hou Ye and opened the door.

Xia Chu ordered him to get the tea set and Pu’er and then entered the study.

Hou Ye has just finished writing a pair of peach talismans and is admiring it alone.

Xia Chu walked over, opened his mouth and began to praise: “Tsk tsk, my father’s calligraphy. It’s really majestic, the brush and ink are horizontal, the clouds are frightening, the power is strong…”

Hou Ye waved his hand, indicating that enough was enough.

Xia Chu smiled sweetly, and then saw that a pile of peach talismans had been piled up beside the desk. Then he joked: “Dad, are you going to give it away or are you going to sell it to supplement the family?”

Hou Ye glared at him. “You can’t replace all the yards in the mansion.”

“Yes, yes, tomorrow I will hang them up for you one by one with my own hands.”

“Do you still need to do such small things?”

Xia Chu flattered: “My father’s calligraphy, can’t I come in person?”

While talking, Cong Ting knocked on the door and put on the tea set, and he began to make tea in early Xia.

Hou Ye came over and sat down, watching Xia Chu’s skillful technique, smelling the tea fragrance gradually overflowing, and looking satisfied.

“Did you take the Nine Princesses to the street in the afternoon?”

“Well. This child begged me to take her out to play. She said that she has never been on the street since she grew up, and she doesn’t know how prosperous and lively the market is. You also know her ability to act like a spoiled child, with watery eyes, how could she refuse already.”

“Who is the child, you are only one year older than her.” The most despised of his old-fashioned appearance is that he is only thirteen, but he speaks and acts like thirty.

Xia Chu sighed and didn’t talk to him, and handed Hou Ye a cup of freshly brewed tea.

Hou Ye took the tea and blew it. Putting it down again, he couldn’t help but say, “You understand what the nine princesses think about you. You are so kind to her, and my father is afraid that her love will be deeply rooted.”

“I was about to tell you that after the Lantern Festival, I will go to Hanyang. Have you found the person who recommended it?”

Hou Ye suddenly became lonely, looked at the cup of tea in his hand and said, “It has been arranged a long time ago. After you go, you can find the head coach Gu Weiyi. But, are you in such a hurry to leave?”

“Father, I’m on a business trip. This trip is a long way off, go early, get familiar with the surrounding environment, and understand human affairs and accidents. It’s all a waste of time.” Xia Chu couldn’t see Lord Hou being hurt, so he comforted him warmly.

Hou Ye drank the tea in his hand.

“These days, your mouth has been raised by you. After the Lantern Festival, you won’t be able to drink the tea cooked by Yunyi…”

“Dad, it’s not like I’m not coming back. I’ll come back non-stop to make tea for you when I’m done, and I’ll take care of you at home every day, okay?”

Xia Chu held Lord Hou’s hand, and his heart was full of pantothenic acid.

“Okay, daddy knows.”

Hou Ye put his hand on Xia Chu’s hand and patted it lightly.

“Do what you want to do.”

Xia Chu suppressed the fog in his eyes and refilled the cup of tea for Lord Hou.

“Father, tomorrow is New Year’s Eve.”

“Yes, Dad has been looking forward to having a reunion dinner with you for thirteen years.” Hou Ye said with emotion.

“Father! Do you have to cry out for Yunyi to be satisfied?” Xia Chujiao said angrily.

“Okay, okay, it’s Dad’s, isn’t it.” Hou Ye said with a smile, sweeping away his sentimental emotions.

“Then, since it’s Dad’s, don’t you have to promise me something?”

“Wait for me here, what’s the matter?”

“Look, it’s just the two of us in this mansion, how lonely it is.”

“so?”

“So, I want to take Aunt Li, Qian An, and Young Master Bingwen for a reunion dinner together.”

“Let’s forget about Li Xinlan. Can Qian An and Bingwen be so important to you?”

“Father, I didn’t count them as subordinates. They are my companions who want to walk with me.”

“Okay, just be happy.”

“Father…how can I have such a good father in the world!” Xia Chu was exaggeratingly coquettish, making the Hou Ye laugh, reaching out and rubbing his head.

“Now, in this palace, you are the most famous. It has been more than ten days, and the conversation between civil and military officials is still the night you entered the palace for the banquet. Joke.”

Xia Chu pouted, thinking in his heart, where is this, the days are long.

Hou Ye looked at him with disdain, and didn’t bother to scold him, and continued: “This folk, Bingwen son is already very popular. Why hasn’t a single news been sold yet?”

“Don’t worry, I told him a long time ago that we only sell one piece of news a month. These days, Qian’an also sent me some discounts. I’ll pick again. This first sale has to be a big ticket.”

“My heart is really big.” Hou Ye ran on him.

“I can pretend.” Xia Chu looked arrogant, and Hou Ye laughed again.

Xia Chu finished drinking tea with Hou Ye and read the book again. It was not until the moon had already slanted to the west that he sent Lord Hou to go to bed before returning to Yunqiyuan.

Su Qian’an had returned to the house long ago, and when she heard Xia Chu’s return, she went out to wait.

He followed Xia Chu into the house and handed Bingwen’s book and a small long wooden box.

Xia Chu turned over the fold and then burned it. He opened the small wooden box and took out a silver hairpin with a fox-like head. He gently pressed the slightly raised fox’s nose, and the fox’s head bounced off.

“The hairpin did a good job.” Xia Chu said with satisfaction.

The last time he entered the palace to choose a silver hairpin, he had a whim, and when he came back, he drew a drawing and told Qian An to find someone to do it. The length of this silver hairpin is just right to put some slightly longer silver needles.

Seeing that Xia Chu was playing with the silver hairpin, Su Qian’an didn’t seem to have any other orders, so she asked tentatively, “You still can’t read it, young master? Bingwen said that he knows some of these notes.”

Xia Chu rested his cheek with his left hand, tapped his right index finger on the table, and said lazily, “Tell him not to worry, keep calm. You can make a living once a month. If you want to sell it, sell the big one.”

“Yes.”

Su Qianan was about to retire when Xia Chu called him back.

“Tomorrow, the store will be closed at noon. You should ask Yinzhi to disguise himself and bring him to the Hou Mansion, so that no one will find out.”

“Yes.”

“Go and rest early.”

Su Qianan told her to retreat, and Xia Chu called Mo Xiang into the room to wash and then lay on the bed.

This comfortable life will end in half a month…