fake prince

Chapter 622

Dawn was breaking, and the outside of the window gradually became brighter.

In the quiet Daihou's Mansion, the curtains of the bed are hanging down. Inside, there are two people breathing lightly, and outside, two foxes, one big and one small, are also huddled together, breathing deeply and falling asleep.

Suddenly, there was a movement from inside. The little fox lying in the outer corner moved its ears and was about to get up, but was pressed down by the big fox's paw, half-pressing it, and continued to sleep soundly.

"Chirp!" The little fox yelled twice angrily, being crushed almost like a spread meatloaf.

"Chirp." The big fox was soundly asleep. Hearing this annoying cry, he muttered twice and fell asleep again.It's just that there are nightmares occasionally. Hearing the big fox whine twice, the little fox finally softened his heart and let it cling to him, sighing helplessly.

In the room, Su Ziji sat up suddenly, waking up the little fox and Ye Buhui at the same time.

"Sanggong?" Ye Buhui looked carefully, and found that his eyes were empty and his face was not good, as if he had not woken up from a nightmare.

Ye Buhui was taken aback: "Why are you getting up in such a hurry? Are you hungry? I'll let someone come in right away and help you wash up?"

Only then did Su Ziji vaguely answer, Ye Buhui yelled to the outside, and immediately the servant girls who were watching the night came in.

"Bring in hot towels and hot water, and let the stove bring the porridge that has been warm. After the master washes up, I will serve the master to eat."

As a marquis, of course, you don’t have to be like an ordinary family, and you have to wait for the stove to cook your meals. Because Su Ziji came back last night and fell asleep without eating, Ye Buhui specially ordered the stove to keep them warm. When eating porridge, if the taste is bad, just change to another pot. In short, whenever Su Ziji wakes up, he can immediately eat the hot porridge that nourishes the stomach.

As for waste, in fact, there is not much to waste, there are too many servants on guard at night, they are going to use supper, and the porridge made for the master of the Hou Mansion is made of good ingredients, and the rest is rewarded to the servants, the servants are eager to eat.

After a while, a maid came in with a water basin, and the towel was soft on the wooden basin. Ye Buhui didn't let the maid do it, but let her stand with the wooden basin. She tried the temperature of the water, and it was slightly hot. It was just right, soaked the towel in hot water for a while, wringed it half dry, and handed it to Su Ziji.

Su Ziji wiped his face with a towel, and buried his face in the towel, as if he was not in a good mood, and he was using this method to relieve his emotions.

Ye Buhui didn't urge him, he just ordered the congee brought in along with a few side dishes to be placed on the table.

It is said to drink porridge, but it is different from drinking porridge. Ordinary people drink porridge, which may be a pair of ordinary pickles or pancakes. At this time, it is set on the table outside. With the chef's delicate and refreshing side dishes, and a plate of plum blossom cakes.

The rest of the porridge is still warm, and when Ye Buhui wants to eat it, it can be served by someone else.

Su Ziji finally exposed his face from the towel and let out a soft breath.

At this time, the maid who was holding something for brushing teeth and rinsing her mouth behind her was already summoned by him, she cleaned her teeth, put on her shoes by herself, without letting Ye Buhui do anything, and also took off her robe that was already wrinkled in sleep , and put on the new robes that were brought in.

"I'm fine." Walking out slowly, seeing Ye Buhui's worried face, he explained: "I had a dream."

"Nightmare?" So it was really just a nightmare?
Ye Buhui relaxed a little, and comforted him: "What is in the dream is not allowed, and you don't have to take it to heart."

Su Ziji laughed and said, "I hope some of them are true."

With that said, he sat down at the table.

The green rice porridge that is still steaming has a tangy aroma. Ordinary people in this era may not be able to drink a sip of this kind of porridge in their whole life. However, it is not uncommon to drink green rice porridge, it is commonplace.

Seeing Su Ziji slowly drinking the porridge, his complexion recovered, Ye Buhui asked: "You said you hope something is true, what is it?"

Su Ziji slowly finished a plum blossom cake, with a half smile but not a smile: "I dreamed that you became a chess master."

Although Su Ziji's eyes were inexplicably hot, Ye Buhui was very happy when he said this, and he said coquettishly: "Since this is the case, how can you still be frightened?"

"The dream is full of you, so I won't be frightened, but unfortunately..." Unfortunately, the content of this dream is too rich.

Su Ziji shook his head, and saw Ye Buhui yawned a little: "Did you not sleep well? It's not yet dawn, and there is nothing else in the house. Go back and sleep."

"I just had a nightmare just now, I couldn't fall asleep, nothing happened." Seeing that Ye Buhui refused, he said again.

Ye Buhui was still a little worried, but seeing Su Ziji's insistence, he obediently obeyed.

Su Ziji continued to finish the bowl of porridge by himself, and ate the plum blossom cakes, then rinsed his mouth with fragrant tea and went to the study.

Every time he moved, Su Ziji cared most about the layout of the study.

This place also adheres to Su Ziji's consistent style, and you can feel the rich collection of books and the smell of books when you open the door.

On the large desk, there were four treasures of the study, as well as high-quality rice paper. Su Ziji walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat there meditating.

He was recalling the dream he had just had.

"The way of sincerity can be known in advance."

Telling Ye Buhui that he was haunted for a while was actually just to make Ye Buhui not worry. Su Ziji is now dreaming, and he can no longer ignore the content of the dream.

Even the inspiration that suddenly appeared on weekdays was valued by Su Ziji, and the dream last night, although messy, was very clear, and in the end, it changed the entire current situation, which really made him unable to let go.

After he calmed down a bit, Su Ziji poured some water on the inkstone, and slowly grinded it with the ink stick.

As the ink became thicker, he spread the rice paper on several tables, picked up the soft brush with his fingers, licked the ink, and wrote the word "Chess Master" on the rice paper.

"I don't regret it. I dreamed that she would become a chess master. I was not deceiving her. In my dream, she won the chess game next year and won the leader."

This scene is too real, and it is unbelievable to say it is fake, but it is true, it is still far from the competition, if you want to know whether it is true or not, you need to wait patiently for the result. "

He also picked up a pen and wrote the words "Tao with Chess" behind the word "Chess Saint".

"Being able to enter the Tao with chess is very important to Buhui. From then on, he can leave the mortal body. As my wife, Buhui, and my childhood sweetheart, have suffered together. It would be a pity to regret staying where I am, but it is just right now."

At the beginning, he and Buhui entered the Dragon Palace where time was traced back because of the chess game, where he obtained the Panlong mentality, and began to practice from then on, while Buhui got some chess gifts because of the chess.

Since then, it seems that the future path for the two of them has been laid.

"It's just that the spiritual orifice is opened and the Tao is realized immediately, but the emperor's eyes are a bit wrong."

It’s not about lust, maybe there is something, but not much, it’s more like seeing a precious treasure, which is still edible.

"Exquisite heart with seven apertures?"

(End of this chapter)