Chapter 11 (1/2)

”Early summer.”

She looked back and saw a tall and slender man standing under the plum blossom tree in the distance. His face could not be seen clearly in the backlight, but his black hair as black as ink was tied high by a jade hairpin. He wore a white robe with moon teeth, which was spotless, and a jade wide band was tied around his waist. On the wide band was a delicate dragon shaped jade.

She knew who it was in a flash. With a bright smile, he happily welcomed him with his skirt.

With a spoiled smile, the man 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 inserted it into her heart.

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

She opened her eyes in disbelief, looked at the sword inserted into her body, felt the blood overflowing from her lips and cried out.

”Xiao! Yan! Jun!”

Shouting Xiao Yanjun's name, he woke up from his dream, and his body was still trembling slightly. He wrapped his arms around his bent legs and took a big breath in a curled posture until the dark tide in his eyes slowly subsided.

The ink fragrance outside the door had already knocked at the door when she heard the sound. It was not until a long time later that she heard a sentence: ”come in.”

Mo Xiang pushed the door into the room and saw the look of early summer. He asked carefully, ”young master, do you wash now? The Marquis is still waiting for you to eat.”

At the beginning of summer, I got out of bed and began to wash. When I cleaned my face, I looked as usual.

After entering the Longwu hospital, the Marquis had been waiting in the hall for a long time. He showed an innocent and brilliant smile and cried sweetly, ”Dad.”

The Marquis smiled lovingly and rubbed his head.

In fact, he has no appetite, but he still tastes delicious.

The Marquis said while making dishes: ”the emperor will hold a family banquet in three days. I want you to sit at the table.”

At the beginning of summer, the hand holding vegetables paused and said, ”OK.”

In his last life, the emperor also held a family banquet and asked him to sit at the table. But at that time, he was seated as a crown princess.

”The Emperor just wants to see you. Don't be afraid.” The Marquis 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 a net. He has nothing to be afraid of. Let him meet Xiao Yanjun as the legitimate son of Xia Hou's house?

The Marquis saw that he looked as usual and at ease. He was a little relieved and told him the rules of the palace in detail.

At the beginning of summer, he pretended to be ignorant and listened to the Marquis talking about the palace rules that he was already familiar with. He quickly picked up two mouthfuls of rice, then told him to leave and slipped out.

At the beginning of the summer when he returned to his yard, he asked someone to move two pieces of wood of different lengths, and then held back the servant. He folded two pieces of wood into a cross and tied up a straw man himself.

After becoming a human, he ran to the kitchen to get some pork, tied it to the grass man and began to practice the strength of flying needles. Over and over again.

He didn't stop until a touch of red shone on the Zilan mountain in the distance. Sit on the steps.

He looked up and looked at the big white clouds floating in the blue sky. They were as red as fire under the setting sun.

The earth is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, and the evening wind blows slowly, blowing a faint fragrance mixed with flowers and trees.

He could not help but relax the taut strings, temporarily stranded all his troubles and fatigue, and enjoyed the moving sunset.

The sunset, after all, still fell. The sky was still dark after all.

Moxiang shouted to the young master outside the hospital.

At the beginning of summer, he took back his God, took off the pork from the grass man, gave it to Moxiang, sent it back to the kitchen, and went to eat with the Marquis himself.

After eating, she took the Marquis for a walk in the garden.

The bright and beautiful moonlight softly sprinkled on the two people, making the face in early summer stained with a layer of elegant light.

He walked with the marquis in his arm and asked his mother about some things when she was dying. After listening carefully, they were all trivial things of no value, which only increased the Marquis's look.

”Dad, it's windy. Let me cook tea for you.” At the beginning of summer, I couldn't bear to immerse myself in the past and said meekly.