Steal a god and take it home

In the eyes of Prince William and Prince Fan Hua, Father Hua Shi should be the kind of person who stays in the church and prays to God when he has nothing to do, and would not randomly go to the residence of any prince or grandson.

"Why, can't I come out for a walk?" Chu Lingxuan joked after understanding the meaning in Prince Fan Hua's eyes.

"That's right, priests should have their own lives." Prince Zhengjia got up and said with a smile.

It was the first time Chu Lingxuan saw this Prince Zhengjia, and now he felt that this child was not simple.

"Welcome, welcome, priest, please sit down." Song Xiaoya recovered from the surprise just now, and called everyone to continue the chat just now.

She doesn't care about one more person, it's just that this Father Hua Shi, thinking about it now, is he a little different from the person she first met?
But Song Xiaoya couldn't tell exactly what was different, but she always felt weird.

"Why were you talking so happily just now?" Chu Lingxuan took a sip of the Ceylon black tea that the maid had just poured for him, and asked as if nothing had happened.

Thinking of the topic just now, Song Xiaoya felt very happy.

Because the younger brother I just met actually said that he likes me more than the elder brother who has been with him for more than ten years.

It gave her a sense of accomplishment.

"It's nothing, it's just a joke between the younger brothers." Although she said nothing, it was not difficult to see from Song Xiaoya's expression that she was actually very happy in her heart.

Chu Lingxuan looked at Song Xiaoya with an inquiring gaze, why wasn't she so easily satisfied before?

"The princess looks very happy." Chu Lingxuan said sourly.

"It's not because Zhengjia said that she likes her sister better." Prince William replied.

For his brother who has always loved him, now that he heard such words, he felt aggrieved in his heart.

"Oh?" Although he had heard their conversation just now, after confirming it again, Chu Lingxuan still felt very strange.

And the protagonist of their discussion, Prince Zhengjia, is just slowly sipping the black tea in his hand, smiling and not speaking.

After Chu Lingxuan and the children stopped talking about this topic, he put down the exquisite teacup in his hand.

"I heard that the assassination of Princess Isali this time, if it wasn't for you, the priest, the murderer might have succeeded." It seemed that a topic was raised casually, but it made the lively atmosphere a little bit colder.

Thinking of his mother being in such a dangerous situation, Prince William's face turned ugly.

Song Xiaoya felt that it was nothing, since the danger was over anyway.

On the contrary, she has become more and more curious about where the bottom line of this priest is and who he is.

"Since I caught that black bat with my own hands, the priest must be very skillful." Prince Zhengjia continued.

"It's not worth mentioning." Chu Lingxuan waved his hands, not wanting to be led by the nose by this person who looked like a child to him.

But Prince Zhengjia's words had already aroused the interest of the youngest Prince Fanhua, he moved excitedly to Chu Lingxuan's side, his eyes full of admiration.

"Really? Is the priest really good? Can you teach me a few tricks?"

The older child's desire to explore is always so strong that Chu Lingxuan can't even look directly into those shining eyes.

He originally wanted to refuse, but everyone present looked at him with longing eyes, which made him very embarrassed.

Is it really because of blood relationship?
After scanning around, Chu Lingxuan saw similarities on their faces.

Helpless, unable to resist Fan Hua's request, he reluctantly agreed to teach the little prince a few tricks.

Standing up, Chu Lingxuan habitually turned the wrist of his right hand in his left hand a few times.

This was his action all the time before making a move, so naturally he didn't care about it.

But Song Xiaoya, who was watching from the side, was stunned.

She knew that Chu Lingxuan had this habit.

But why, this priest Hua Shi, who looks exactly like Chu Lingxuan, also has this habit?

Before she could figure it out, Chu Lingxuan had subdued Prince Fan Hua who was rushing towards him with one move, and knocked him to the ground.

"It's amazing!" Seeing the fascinated place, Prince William couldn't help saying.

Prince Zhengjia also looked very interested.

Only Song Xiaoya was still immersed in the memory of Chu Lingxuan.

Is this also a coincidence?

"It's amazing, it's amazing!" A carp stood up from the ground, and Fan Hua approached Chu Lingxuan even more excitedly, with admiration written all over his childish face.

"Father, I want to worship you as my teacher!" He pulled Chu Lingxuan's arm and shouted heartily.

This made Chu Lingxuan a little embarrassed.

Because no matter how I say it, I feel that this child is very troublesome.

"I think it's pretty good." Song Xiaoya stood up and walked in front of the two of them. "Father, you should just follow this disciple."

Prince William and Prince Zhengjia also nodded in agreement.

Looking at Fan Hua's hopeful expression, Chu Lingxuan instantly understood a truth, if he refused now, it might cause even more trouble.

But it doesn't matter, with the harsh methods he used to train soldiers, this pampered prince might give up after a few days.

Chu Lingxuan secretly thought.

"Yes, it's fine, but don't feel tired in the end." Patting the top of Fan Hua's head, Chu Lingxuan gave him a vaccination in advance.

"Yes, Master!" Fan Hua replied happily.

After accepting the disciples and chatting for a while, Chu Lingxuan returned to his church.

Ever since he promised Fan Hua to teach him his skills, the little prince came to Chu Lingxuan almost every day.

The prince who thought he would give up easily, actually persevered under Chu Lingxuan's brutal special training.

So almost every day, on the wide training ground of the church, you can see a young guy training hard.

Song Xiaoya would occasionally come to watch the cultivation of the two masters and apprentices. Apart from being relieved by Fan Hua's perseverance, she also became more and more suspicious of one thing.

Seeing Father Hua Shi's posture of training Fan Hua as if born in nature, it overlaps with the figure of Chu Lingxuan training soldiers without any disobedience.The faces are exactly the same, and the little habits before doing it are the same. Even when training others, do they have the same posture?Isn't that weird?
Could it be that he is Chu Lingxuan?
Song Xiaoya had doubts like this more than once, but she quickly denied it.

Chu Lingxuan had no reason to do so.

So she could only secretly recall her ex-husband who is still unforgettable even now while watching Father Hua Shi train Fan Hua.

But as the saying goes, once a person has hope, he will do everything possible to prove that it is true.

Song Xiaoya knew clearly that on Chu Lingxuan's right shoulder, there was a tattoo of a very domineering wing.As long as he finds a way to see his back, he can prove whether he is Chu Lingxuan or not.

But her method is somewhat difficult to implement.

First, she can't directly ask people to take off their clothes and let her admire them;
Second, he must not be able to see it when he leaks his back. Do you want to peek at other men taking a shower?

How to do?
The doubts in Song Xiaoya's heart became more and more intense, and she couldn't wait to prove the identity of this person.

After thinking about it, she only thought of a stupid way.

On this day, Song Xiaoya alone invited Father Hua Shi to her residence to explain a few questions about prayer to her.During the period, Song Xiaoya personally served Father Hua Shi a cup full of hot tea.

"It's really hard for the princess to serve the tea herself." Speaking politely, Chu Lingxuan was ready to welcome the person who came over with the tea.

Who knew that Song Xiaoya's foot slipped and her sense of direction was lost, the hot tea in her hand was mercilessly poured towards Chu Lingxuan.

In order to prevent Song Xiaoya from falling, the tea that could have been avoided was poured all over Chu Lingxuan.

"I'm sorry..." Being protected in the arms of "Father Hua Shi", Song Xiaoya's heart beat a little faster, she thought her face must be very red now.

Because looking at it from a close distance, the person who is close to him is Chu Lingxuan.

"It's good that you're fine." With a little force to straighten Song Xiaoya, "Father Hua Shi" let go.

A full cup of tea was poured on his clothes, and the white suit and the shirt inside were all messed up.

"What should I do? I'm really sorry." Song Xiaoya worriedly looked at the clothes she had ruined, feeling very sorry.

"It's okay, I'll go back and deal with it." Chu Lingxuan waved his hand and said indifferently.

"How can that be possible?" Song Xiaoya refused, if she couldn't see his back here, wouldn't everything she did look stupid? "Let's deal with it here."

Saying that, Song Xiaoya ordered the maids to bring over clean towels, and deal with it no matter what.

And it was the princess who went to help the priest clean up in person.

It was Song Xiaoya's plan to sneak a look at his back through the neckline while wiping him.

But when she was about to approach her goal step by step with a white towel, her wrist was grabbed by the other party.

That powerful force is so familiar.

Song Xiaoya looked into the other person's eyes, feeling more and more familiar.

"I'll do it myself." Taking the towel from Song Xiaoya's hand, Chu Lingxuan said without any rejection.

Maybe it was because the other party's tone was too strong, or maybe it was because she was shocked by the familiar touch, Song Xiaoya honestly let go of the towel in her hand.

Chu Lingxuan skillfully wiped off the tea stains on his body, but since the clothes were white, it was impossible to completely remove any traces.

"I'm afraid I'm going back, sorry."

Song Xiaoya didn't say anything, but nodded numbly.

It was almost there, she could almost prove that this person was Chu Lingxuan.

But feeling was not enough to convince herself, she thought of another person.

After a few days, Fan Hua came to Song Xiaoya's residence.

"How is it? Is there any?" Song Xiaoya asked anxiously.

"No, Master's back is very clean, nothing there." Fan Hua replied honestly.