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

Chapter 135 Getting married?

The rain outside finally subsided and seemed to be stopping.

Xihe looked at the mud on the gravel road ahead and asked slowly, "Is Mr. Nangong gone?"

Xiao Mingxuan nodded and said, "Let's go back to the barracks."

Some things are better not to be mentioned, because once they are mentioned I feel pain in my internal organs.

"My aunt's ashes are here with me, and he's willing to go back?"

Although Xihe stayed indoors for the past few days, everything Nangong Yan did in the general's mansion was heard by the maid.

Over Zhao Wanyu's ashes, Nangong Yan and Zhao Chengning quarreled no less than ten times in just two or three days.

"I don't know either. Before he left, Mr. Nangong only told me that he had something to do and he wanted to compensate the princess."

Nangong Yan had been acting crazy since Zhao Wanyu's death, but when he came to say goodbye to Xiao Mingxuan that day, he was exceptionally normal. Except for the dark circles under his eyes and his depressed look, there was nothing wrong with him at all.

"Compensate his aunt?" Xihe sneered, "Even his aunt is gone, why would he compensate a ghost?"

Xiao Mingxuan tactfully said nothing more.

Zhao Wanyu’s death is Xihe’s Achilles’ heel. Whoever touches it will die. Just look at Nangong Yan’s half-dead appearance now to know.

"Then you won't leave?"

Xiao Mingxuan shuddered and turned to meet Xihe's calm eyes, as if the warmth just now was just a dream.

"Xihe, your attitude that changes at any time is really uncomfortable." Xiao Mingxuan sometimes admired the girl's decisiveness, but sometimes felt heartbroken for her clarity.

Xihe smiled knowingly, without any embarrassment on her face. "It's just a dream, just dream for a while. If it goes on for too long, I'm afraid I won't be able to distinguish between dreams and reality."

She is also a human being and will yearn for a moment of tranquility, but... she always remembers who she is and what she should do.

I don't know when the rain outside stopped, and the mixed smell of grass and soil after the rain filled my nostrils.

"The rain has stopped, it's time for you to leave."

Xiao Mingxuan didn't say anything. Instead, he picked a few leaves from the branch that came from behind him and rubbed them in his palm.

After a long time, he said calmly: "I don't want to leave."

He finally met Xihe.

"Not leaving? Do you want to go back to Tianshuo with me?" Xihe said jokingly.

"No." Xiao Mingxuan refused without even thinking about it, and then changed the subject: "Perhaps you can go with me to Beili and be my Princess Jing, or... be my Queen."

All the noble families in Beili wanted to marry their daughters to Xiao Mingxuan as his principal wife. Once, he was tired of being told so much that he announced to the public that he was already married and that the Princess of Jing was someone else who had just been traveling abroad for many years.

But it’s not nonsense. After all, in his heart, the only person sitting in this position can be Xihe.

Xihe did not refuse directly. Instead, she looked at Xiao Mingxuan with a half-smile, "Do you think... is it possible?"

Xiao Mingxuan looked at it carefully for a while, laughed, and turned his head.

No one can let go, and no one can truly give in. It's just love at work that makes the relationship more entangled.

"Let's go back early." Xihe supported Liangzi and slowly stood up. He didn't bother to care about the dust on his clothes. He took his purse and walked forward two steps. "The rain has stopped. It's time to get on the road."

Xiao Mingxuan suddenly asked, "When will you return to Tianshuo?"

"About half a month later." With Zhao Wanyu gone, the border has lost its backbone. Zhao Chengning and Zhao Jinyuan are princes and cannot stay here for long.

According to Zhao Chengning, news came from the imperial city that day, and it seemed that a general had been chosen to take over, and he arrived about half a month later.

"By the way, I remember your birthday seems to be coming soon." Xihe suddenly remembered this.

Xiao Mingxuan said, "Next month, August 15th."

He reached out and touched the jade pendant on his chest, a smile slowly forming on his lips.

"I don't have time to celebrate your birthday, so I'll just wish you a happy birthday in advance." Xihe sighed, with a hint of loneliness in her words, "Xiao Mingxuan, I wish you to ascend to the throne and get what you want. I wish you to survive in troubled times... and have a smooth life."

Xiao Mingxuan kept these words in his heart and pondered them over and over again, and suddenly laughed and said, "Then why don't you wish me a beautiful wife and concubines, and enjoy all the prosperity in the world."

"Shut up! Don't make me beat you up."

Hearing this, Xiao Mingxuan laughed out loud.

His little girl has always been like this. If you force her to say something she doesn't want to say, she will bite you if you force her into it.

"My little girl has started to become like that group of people, speaking half truth and half lies, and I can't tell the difference."

"Then just treat it all as fake." This is Xihe's usual style. If you can't tell the truth from the false, then treat it all as fake. "But the last sentence is true."

Xihe slowly turned around and smiled at him, her eyes full of tenderness and affection, "I was born in troubled times, and my life will be smooth."

Xiao Mingxuan also lowered his head and smiled. He suddenly didn't dare to look into Xihe's eyes, as if all his conspiracies had nowhere to hide.

"You know, without you, how can it be smooth?"

All he wanted in his life was just these two things: power and her.

Why should I give up one of them?

Xihe turned around, walked out of the pavilion, and disappeared among the flowers and plants. A long, vague voice mixed with the raindrops falling from the pavilion came over, sounding a little vague.

"Then...except me."

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Xiao Mingxuan left and Xihe did not see him off.

Since he couldn't leave for the time being, Xihe simply settled down, went to the market behind every day, and waited for the new general to take over.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Xihe was sent by Zhao Jinyuan to bring soup to Zhao Chengning. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Zhao Chengning fiddling with a red wedding dress. "Brother, do you have a crush on a girl?"

Zhao Chengning rolled his eyes at her unhappily. It was ridiculous for a grown man to sew with a needle. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. The usually good-tempered Zhao Chengning put the wedding dress on the table and collapsed on the chair. "What does it have to do with me? This is for you."

"Me?" Xihe was confused. "When was I going to get married? How come I didn't know about it?"

Could it be that I am going to get married without any notice?
What the hell?

Zhao Chengning stabbed the embroidery needle into the ball of thread beside her. Her movements were quite skillful, and it seemed that she had been doing it for several days. "I'm not asking you to get married now. Even if you want to, your father won't let you go. He might even break your legs and that bastard's legs."

"..." Xihe looked speechlessly at Zhao Chengning who was watching the fun and making trouble, and couldn't help but snatch the soup that the other party was about to put into his mouth, "I won't give it to you!"

"..."

Seeing his sister about to get angry, Zhao Chengning hurriedly coaxed her softly, "It is indeed prepared for you, but not now. The virtuous mother said that there is a custom in their hometown, that is, everyone in the family, regardless of gender, age or status, will sew a few stitches for the wedding dress of the married woman, make some patterns or something, and finally the woman wears this wedding dress to get married, which means that her family will always be her support, so mother chose the best fabrics and made them one by one."