Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

When Xia Chu saw Xin Ya’s expression of hesitating to speak with great determination, he couldn’t help raising his eyebrows slightly, and the smile on his face also condensed.

As Xin Ya walked through the corridor through the beautiful forest in the garden, facing the midsummer wind, he walked across the very smooth ground of blue bricks.

He stopped in front of a house with green pines and cypresses that covered the high hall.

Xin Ya pushed open the courtyard door, Xia Chu stepped in, Xin Ya burned red candles high, and lit up several candle lamp sockets in the corners of the wall, and the courtyard was brightly illuminated.

The candle holder is extremely brilliant, and thousands of shadows are swaying in the night wind at this time.

Xia Chu’s eyes followed Xin Ya to the door that he pushed open, and saw the four characters of “You Long” written on the lintel.

“Don’t forget the original intention.” Xia Chu recited it silently, and felt very relieved in his heart.

Yao recalled the day when he was defending the city, when General Zhao returned to Beijing to quell the rebellion, he once stood on the gate of Danfeng Palace, looking up at the sky that was covered with strange brilliance by the scorching sun.

At that time, the blue sky was dotted with white clouds, and the backs of the white clouds were also painted with the brilliance of the scorching sun.

Xiao Zimu called his name from behind and asked him why he was staring at the sky.

He said it from the bottom of his heart: “May the sky always be this blue, and may your original intention not change after you come to power.”

Xiao Zimu did not make a positive commitment to him at that time, but the name of this room undoubtedly showed that he still remembered it in his heart.

Until Xin Ya lit up the glazed palace lanterns in the house, he looked up and saw that the pictures were moving in the wind, and the pictures swirling and swirling in the wind were actually painted with a person’s danqing.

“Little Master, these paintings are newly painted by Your Highness after he met you.” Xin Ya greeted Xia Chu.

Xia Chu stepped into the room, and he could see that, even with his clumsy eyes, they were all his own figures.

What’s more, Xiao Zimu’s danqing is very good, and he draws it with great care. The one he picked up at hand is also lifelike, and Xia Chu was shocked to see it.

There are at least hundreds of picture scrolls hanging in this house, only two of them are not single.

One is the scene where they set off sky lanterns together during the Lantern Festival last year.

The two of them looked at each other in the night where the stars and lanterns blended together, and their eyes were shining brightly, and his expression was also particularly dazzling.

There is another one. It can be seen that the high-walled gate is in the style of Kunning Palace. A man and a woman in the side hall are half-bowed, and they raise their hands to pick up the same piece of cloth.

Xia Chu remembered that that day she pretended to be Xiao Mubai’s maid and entered the palace to see Lan Yuying.

Before leaving, he bumped into a person at the corner of the door, and all kinds of cloth were scattered on the ground in an instant.

She bowed her head and said apologetically, and bent over to help him pick it up.

When he looked up, he saw a very familiar and handsome face in front of him, with black hair tied with a blue ribbon, and a plain and elegant green cotton robe.

That face was as warm as jade, it was Xiao Zimu who went to visit Lan Yuying.

It was also on that day that Xiao Zimu knew her identity as a woman.

There is also a row of teeny small characters under the painting. Xia Chu raised his curly tail, and the handwriting came into view: Your waist is bent, and my eyebrows are exactly with you.

Xia Chu stared blankly at the short sentence, only to feel that his feet were weak and he was almost unable to stand.

It was as if a bowl of water had been poured into my heart, the sourness fainted, and it suddenly turned into a suffocating pain.

When did he move this thought?

In his previous life, he had let down his deep affection.

In this life, Xia Chu had never shown him in women’s clothes until she felt that the matter had settled, and she and Xiao Mubai naturally appeared in pairs.

I never thought that after two lives, she has changed a lot of things, but it is inevitable that she will hurt Xiao Zimu’s heart.

“Achu.”

Xia Chu covered his face with his hands, when Xiao Zimu came to the door.

She seemed to be clenched tightly in her heart, dragged by a burst of pain, and slowly lowered her hand. The face opposite was still as warm as jade, with a three-point smile on her face, and her body was noble and gentle.

Xia Chu was in her own picture scroll, and the appearance, clothing, posture, expression and demeanor in those picture scrolls were all exactly the same as hers.

Whether it’s men’s clothing or skirts, people can recognize it at a glance. Even if she wants to pretend to be ignorant at this moment, she can’t justify it…

“Second brother is waiting for you in the study, giving us time to say goodbye.”

Xiao Zimu’s long eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding the little bit of loss in his eyes: “You…are you really going to leave?”

Xia Chu looked at him shining brightly under the lights outside the courtroom. It was obviously a splendid color flowing with brilliance, which reflected his quiet and clear figure, but it made her feel an unbearable sadness in her heart.

“Yeah.” Xia Chu responded lightly, but quickly walked out of the room.

The emotions in that room were too heavy for her to bear.

“I’ll send you to the front to leave with him.”

Xiao Zimu stepped sideways: “Since you have to leave, do it as soon as possible, don’t wait for the royal father to react.”

His slender and tall figure has already walked under the green bamboo, the bamboo is rustling, and his figure is neat and slender, and the two complement each other.

“I…” Xia Chu wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he felt that the love between the two worlds was pressing, and any words seemed to be lacking and powerless.

When the breeze came, she saw Xiao Zimu standing with his hands behind his back, the moonlight sifting through the bamboo forests, and the breeze blowing his green shirt, tall and straight, like a jade tree by the wind.

“If…” His expression was hidden behind Danyue, and his eyes flickered slightly as he looked at her who stopped and opened her mouth.

In this short moment, he saw her panic-stricken expression, as if it took a long time to exhaust all his innocence.

“Forget it, it’s a smooth journey.”

Xia Chu actually felt relieved, afraid that he would speak, that he would say hurtful words.

“Let’s go.” Xiao Zimu’s tone was still soft, but the hand behind him that clenched his fist gradually turned white.

He always thought that he just missed the opportunity to let her and others agree.

It turned out to be just like what Xiao Mubai had just said, for a long time, he had been in love alone.

Xia Chu didn’t dare to speak, and followed carefully like a child who had done something wrong.

Xiao Zimu carefully picked up a few strands of hair scattered on her forehead, gently tucked it behind her ear, pretending to be relaxed, “Achu, I like you, I’m not sad. I hope you like it too. I, I am sad.”

This sentence made Xia Chu’s memories burst.

The corridor in the distance and the bamboo forest nearby all blurred into one piece in an instant.

In my memory, the gentle man who stood like a zhilan jade tree and smiled like a bright moon in his arms stood under the peach blossom tree.

When the wind blew, the pink color of the whole body fell, and the clothes were fluttering.

He carefully picked up a few strands of hair scattered in front of Xia Chu’s forehead, gently tucked it behind her ear, and said with a relaxed expression: “Xia Chu, I like you, I’m not sad. I hope you like me too. , I am sad.”

What a similar scene, Xia Chu’s eyes suddenly turned red.