The group's favorite little Fubao has become the most arrogant kid in the whole imperial city

Chapter 132 I Had a Dream
Nangong Yan wanted to take Zhao Wanyu's ashes away, but was stopped by Zhao Jinyuan.

Zhao Wanyu is the eldest princess of Tianshuo, and she should return to her roots.

It is said that the two even had a fight over this, but in the end no one won.

The ashes were finally delivered to Xihe. She held the urn for three days, and Xiao Mingxuan waited outside the door for three days.

Xiao Mingxuan was really worried about Xihe, so he went to the kitchen to get some food, but when he came back he found that she was gone.

"Where is the princess?"

Yunhui did not come with them, and the one who took care of Xihe's daily life was a maid in the general's mansion.

"Your Highness Prince Jing, the princess has gone to the pavilion in the back hills." The maid said respectfully.

Xiao Mingxuan glanced at the mountain not far away and asked, "Is she alone?"

"Yes."

"Understood, let's go down."

Xiao Mingxuan walked along the narrow path towards the pavilion halfway up the mountain. The border had seen a long period of rain in the past two days, and his nostrils were filled with the faint scent of grass and soil.

There was still some rain water on the branches and leaves. As I walked, the flowers and plants swayed, wetting the hem of my clothes.

There was a pavilion in front of her. Xihe was slumped on the ground. The place where people were supposed to sit became her backrest, and there were a few empty wine jugs beside her.

I drank a lot.

Xihe saw Xiao Mingxuan, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he greeted him, "Here."

In an instant, the mature face in front of him merged with the childish face many years ago, and Xiao Mingxuan seemed to have returned to the Tianshuo Palace and the National Academy where they went together.

Xiao Mingxuan walked over and covered Xihe with the cloak in his hand, "It's windy, cover yourself up."

Xihe put his hands on his cheeks and shivered from the cold. He then realized that his entire body except his face was as cold as black iron. "Why does this wine get colder the more I drink it?"

It's obviously hot wine, but it can't warm my body or my heart.

"Because you are wearing too little." Xiao Mingxuan glanced at him indifferently and turned his eyes away.

"Puff!" Xihe suddenly laughed out loud, a rare moment of joy. She looked at her clothes, still the thin red shirt she wore a few days ago. It was so cold today with the rain, she must have been frozen.

After being interrupted, Xihe's mood finally became less bad. "After so many years, why are you still so serious? Just like my brother, so boring~"

She shook the wine jug in her hand, and just as she brought it to her lips, it was snatched away by a hand.

The little remaining sake all went into Xiao Mingxuan's stomach.

Xihe narrowed his eyes slightly and said through gritted teeth: "This is my wine."

"When you were a kid, you drank water from my cup and slept in my bed." Xiao Mingxuan thought about it and his expression became more teasing, "Oh, you also slept with me."

Xihe almost choked to death on her own saliva, and two red spots appeared on her cheeks. Then she laughed and said, "You really don't want to suffer any loss at all."

"Yes. That depends on who it is." Xiao Mingxuan turned his head and looked into Xihe's eyes. His meaning was obvious. "If that person is you, I would be very happy to do so."

In the past, the little girl was very delicate and would cry if the tone of voice was harsh. Xiao Mingxuan was often so angry with her that she was fuming, but she couldn't lose her temper and almost suffocated herself in the end.

Xihe snorted, turned his head, and muttered quietly: "I didn't see you retreating."

Xiao Mingxuan knew that Xihe was just saying it casually and had no intention of getting to the bottom of it, so he just smiled and passed it off.

It was still raining outside, and the two drank a lot of wine. Although Xihe could drink a lot, she was also feeling sleepy. She propped up one arm and dozed off on the beam behind her. Xiao Mingxuan took a look and said with a smile, "You're confused after drinking so much. You've really developed your alcohol tolerance."

"Headache~" Xihe only felt dizzy, like a ball of paste, and only had the most intuitive physical reaction.

"You've drunk so much, blame me if you don't feel any pain!" Xiao Mingxuan raised his head and drank the last sip of wine, then turned around and patted Xihe's back, asking, "Did you bring hangover medicine?"

"How do you know I have hangover medicine?" Although Xihe was sleepy, he was still conscious.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me where it is."

Not only did he know that the little girl had the habit of carrying hangover medicine with her, he also knew that after she got drunk, she would suddenly become very talkative, just like now, chattering incessantly.

Xihe rubbed his head and pondered for a while, as if Haitang had just woken up, and suddenly smiled, "It's in the purse~"

Xiao Mingxuan looked at the purse she had thrown aside, stood up and took it. Just as she was about to look for a hangover remedy, her hand was suddenly pricked by a sharp object.

When I opened it, I saw it was a golden hairpin.

The Queen Mother’s golden hairpin.

There is a square scarf at the bottom of the purse, with a crabapple flower showing at the corner.

Is this his handkerchief?

Maybe he had wiped the little girl's hands one time and forgot to take them back.

Xiao Mingxuan held the handkerchief and looked at it quietly, his head lowered, his expression unclear.

Xihe waited and waited but the hangover medicine didn't come. He turned his head in annoyance, but stopped talking when he saw the handkerchief.

"Aren't you looking for a hangover remedy? Why did you take it out?" Xihe remembered that she had folded this square handkerchief into small pieces and placed it at the bottom of her purse. She would not take it out easily, and few people would notice it unless they were paying attention.

"Why do you keep this handkerchief?" Although Xiao Mingxuan was not well off, he still had quite a few silk handkerchiefs, and he couldn't remember which one was more or less.

After drinking too much, her head started to hurt. When the cold wind blew, Xihe's headache became even worse. In a trance, she seemed to hear Xiao Mingxuan asking something, but her brain couldn't think. She mumbled in a daze: "Besides the hairpin, this is all I have."

Xihe suddenly felt so wronged, but then she changed her mind and felt that she was being too pretentious.

What's there to be sad about? It's not her who has been gone for ten years.

Xiao Mingxuan held the handkerchief in his hand for a long time without saying a word.

Xihe thought that maybe she was really drunk, so she carefully stuck her head out like a turtle, but shrank back when she encountered the storm.

"Xiao Mingxuan, I once had a dream about you when you were very young." The cold wind blew, and Xihe couldn't help but shiver, and his mind became slightly clear.

"How old were you?"

"About three years old."

In the winter of the second year after Xiao Mingxuan left, Xihe fell ill unexpectedly. Emperor Jingyuan almost went crazy with worry and sought out famous doctors from all over the world to treat Xihe. However, no matter how much medicine she took, her fever could not be reduced. Finally, she had a fever for three whole days before she slowly woke up.

It was during those three days that Xihe met the three-year-old Xiao Mingxuan.

His mother is still alive, and his mother's family is still prosperous. Although he is not favored by Emperor Beili, he is still as precious as gold and jade.

It was that dream that made Xihe give up her idea.

There has never been absolute empathy in this world. If he were in Xiao Mingxuan's shoes, Xihe guessed that he would be even more ruthless than Xiao Mingxuan.

"When I was three years old?" Xiao Mingxuan's memory of that time was already very vague. He only vaguely remembered a few scenes of getting along with his mother. If it weren't for the preserved painting, he would have forgotten what his mother looked like. "At that time, you hadn't come to Tianshuo yet, and the Sixth Princess hadn't been born yet."