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

Chapter 133 Have you ever thought about turning back time?
Xihe nodded, "At that time... the war in the spirit world had just started, and I was extremely worried and distressed all day long."

The spiritual source dried up and the pillars of heaven collapsed.

That was definitely not a beautiful and memorable past.

Xiao Mingxuan thought of the woman in the illusion. He had not seen Xihe for all these years, so he described Xihe's face over and over again based on the news from Lihua Palace and the memories in the illusion.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the body of the Sixth Princess looked exactly like Xihe in the illusion after she grew up.

"How long did you fight?" Xiao Mingxuan always had a sense of unreality about the illusory spiritual world.

"One year." Xihe gave the answer subconsciously.

Xiao Mingxuan teased, "Are you so sure? Not a day more or less?"

"What a coincidence, not a day more or less." Xihe remembered clearly that the moon was very round that day, "The day when the war started and ended was August 15th."

Xiao Mingxuan was suddenly stunned, "Are you sure it's August 15th?"

"I'm not stupid. How can I not remember the time?" Xihe felt that Xiao Mingxuan was weird, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

Xiao Mingxuan stared at Xihe for a long while, which made Xihe feel nervous, but he didn't say a word.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's scary!"

There was suddenly an indescribable aura around Xiao Mingxuan, as if it was going to suck people in.

He suddenly laughed out loud, his throat a little dry. He wanted to drink some wine to slow down, but found that the wine had been finished by both of them, so he had to give up.

"Xihe, sometimes I wonder if our meeting was arranged by God." Xiao Mingxuan did not believe in fate, but he believed in Xihe, the girl he fell in love with at first sight.

"God? Are you talking about Heaven?" Xihe thought of the face of Heaven and shuddered all over. "Come on, if he doesn't kill me, it's a blessing for me."

"Do you have a grudge against him?" Xiao Mingxuan would occasionally hear Xihe mention Tiandao. He used to think that the other party had no form, but now it seems that is not entirely true.

"It's not that we have a grudge, at most we just don't like each other." Xihe and Tiandao are equal, but she can't stand the other's indifference, and Tiandao can't stand her hypocrisy. In order to keep the six realms stable, the two are too lazy to meet. "But... if it's him, it makes sense. After all, few people in heaven and on earth have the ability to tear time and space."

Furthermore, Xihe remembered that she was clearly dead, but strangely appeared in the body of the little princess in the cold palace. If someone rescued her from the battlefield and sent her into reincarnation, the only one in the world who could do this was the way of heaven.

"Maybe it's really him." Xiao Mingxuan took some cakes from the little girl's purse and put them in his mouth. He just took two pieces and the little girl snatched them back. If he hadn't put one piece in his mouth, it would have been snatched away as well. He touched the little girl's hair, and the warmth in his palms made Xihe's eyes warm, and he almost cried.

"I should thank him for sending you to me."

When Xiao Mingxuan was three years old, Xihe was fighting in a war.

When he was four years old, something unexpected happened and Xihe died in the same year.

August fifteen.

That day was his birthday. He learned the news of his mother's death and set out on the journey to Tianshuo. Thousands of miles away, Xihe also jumped down from a tall building.

In the fifth year, the most difficult year for him, Xihe came.

Perhaps many years ago, an invisible shackle had appeared on their bodies, and when it was tightened slightly, it brought the two of them together.

"Do you know how I'm doing now?" After a while of wind and eating something, Xihe was mostly sober.

"Yes, I understand."

The little girl was restless after drinking and was staggering. Xiao Mingxuan was afraid that she would bump into something, so he pulled her over and let her lean on his legs.

Xihe didn't act pretentiously, she leaned on his knees and played with the hem of her dress out of boredom. Some things don't need to be said but are tacitly understood.

Neither of them spoke, they just stayed there quietly.

At some point, the sound of a bagpipe came from afar, rising and falling frequently, lasting for a long time, but it seemed a little lonely.

The sound of raindrops falls outside the pavilion. The pavilion standing halfway up the mountain seems like the last piece of pure land separated from the wind and rain. However, when the breeze blows, a few raindrops still fall into the hearts of the fallen.

[The fog is hazy, I miss Fengfeng, I am melancholy from my long illness, the west wind blows gently against the maple leaves in front of the window. ]

Xihe suddenly felt like a terminally ill person. Every day when he looked out from the railing, he felt a little more melancholy.

Xiao Mingxuan responded with a smile, and suddenly recalled the past, with a little more nostalgia between his brows, "I remember there was a period of time when you studied literature and history hard but still couldn't write anything, and you cried for a long time because of this."

"Shut up!" Xihe was hit in the sore spot and immediately stretched out his claws towards Xiao Mingxuan fiercely. However, his claws were too short and not only had no deterrent effect, but made people want to bully him even more.

Xiao Mingxuan turned his head slightly and tried hard to suppress his laughter, but his slightly shaking shoulders betrayed him.

"Xiao Mingxuan, that's enough. I could have written a lot of poems a long time ago." Xihe hit the other person's back unhappily.

Xiao Mingxuan turned around, perhaps because he was laughing too happily, there were still some blushes on his cheeks, "Okay, Xihe has grown up, and he doesn't need to study like before."

When Xihe was young, he seemed to have a grudge against poetry and could not memorize anything. Sometimes he would even gnaw on the book when he was angry, wishing he could eat the book alive!
"Can we not talk about that?" Xihe had done very few things in her life that were embarrassing for her, but coincidentally, Xiao Mingxuan knew everything about it, so she was always teased by him. "It was a long time ago, can you tell me something new?"

Xihe turned his head away angrily, then suddenly thought of something, paused, and his expression gradually became depressed.

"Hey."

"I have a name."

"..."

"And... why didn't you call me the old one? Did you forget?"

"..."

Xihe rubbed his face and couldn't really call out their original names. One reason was that they were older, and the other was that their relationship was so awkward now that the once intimate name seemed a little awkward.

Didn’t Xiao Mingxuan never call her “Xiao Xier” again?

"I can't scream." These three words were on his lips for several times but he couldn't say them. Xihe lowered his head and whispered, "It's different from before..."

"What's different?"

"I can't explain it, but... it's just different." Xihe clutched the handkerchief and muttered softly.

Xiao Mingxuan looked at her for a long time, then sighed, "I have missed a lot of things about you over the years."

The little girl who once wanted to throw away books is now full of knowledge.

The little princess, who couldn't even lift anything, now could ride a horse and shoot arrows without any problem.

Time seemed extremely cruel to them. In an instant, it took away all the familiar traces on their bodies, leaving behind only a person as perfect as a porcelain doll, facing each other in silence.

"Have you ever thought about turning back time?" Xihe suddenly asked.

Xiao Mingxuan did not answer her directly, but asked: "Have you thought about it?"