The witch comes into my arms

On the tenth day, the steward brought news of the prince, and the envoy from the grassland arrived.

Zeng Zishi, the prince of Zhennan, held a sumptuous banquet and prepared invitations for the guests from Ning, Yun, Six Small Kingdoms and Grassland.

The Yun Kingdom went, the Six Small Kingdoms went, the second prince and the fifth prince also went, taking with them nearly half of the young heroes of the Ning Kingdom.

Prairie refused.

It's not that the second prince and the fifth prince are less upright than the Huangren, but it's because in this era, no one knew that there would be a rebellion in the south.

Although both the people and the court felt that the southern border was far away, they still believed that they should try their best to appease and win over.

The second prince and the fifth prince got close to Prince Zhennan, which was also Emperor Ning's gesture.

Zeng Zishi also invited Xia Yuan, and Xia Yuan threw the invitation into the pool in the courtyard.

It was getting late and it was not suitable to visit the deserted place. Xia Yuan asked Aunt Rong to secretly hand over the message and agreed to go there tomorrow night.

After hastily finishing dinner, Xia Yuan lay on Han Yue's lap.

Outside the window, the crescent moon was already dim, and it was covered by black clouds, making the surroundings extremely dark. There is a row of red lanterns on the eaves corridor, and the light emitted is even redder, as if leading to the depths of the underworld.

"What are you worried about, His Highness?" Han Yue noticed His Highness' uneasiness and gently touched his forehead with her fingers.

"It's nothing." Xia Yuan felt a little itchy, so he held her slightly cold palm and put it against his hot cheek.

He is indeed a little worried, and the worry comes from uncertainty. In the future of the Time Baojian, his plans to ambush the Golden Chan Son have failed.

What this plan needs most is the planner's strategizing, and in the future I... tsk, I am happy patronizing the troupe and Hu Ji.

This kind of failure didn't mean anything, but Xia Yuan just felt uneasy.

In Bailu Cave, he has Shadow Guards, Grandma Rong, and the cards in his hand are very rich. Although there is also a future of failure in the Treasure Book of Time, he is very sure that the winning rate is [-]%.

This time is different. In Bailu Cave, he used the strong to defeat the weak. This time, he will lead a group of weak to attack and kill the strong.

With the treasures of time, he was sure of escaping unscathed, but he was not sure of success.

This made him uneasy.

I missed the golden cicada saint son, and if I want a top destiny star, I don't know how long I have to wait. The Holy Son of Golden Chan is already the easiest to obtain.

Time dragged on for a long time, and his cultivation was a step behind. How could he put Leng Qiu, Han Yue, Bi Xin and more wives on the bed?

Eating soft rice is just a joke, it is a last resort choice. If there is a choice, it is better to let the girls eat their own soft rice.

Xia Yuan wanted to be above, not below. Afterwards, he should be sitting on the edge of the bed smoking, not lying on the bed with backache.

To sum up, whether he can kill the Golden Chan Son is directly related to his future happy life, which is of great significance, so he is a little irritated.

"When has His Highness been able to hide this from me?" Han Yue stretched out her other hand and tapped his cheek.

"I don't know whether this plan will succeed, so I'm a little anxious." Xia Yuan held the hand again and put it on his lips.

The slender palms brushed against his lips, which were like silk, smooth and delicate, like milk, with a light fragrance.

He couldn't help but bite gently on the white and tender skin.

Hanyue was surprised, not because of the heat on her palms. When she was a child, His Highness often bit her arm like this. It was a sign of His Highness's joy or disappointment.

She couldn't quite figure out His Highness's emotions at the moment, but she was certain that they were not on the happy side.

"There is a saying on the grassland," Han Yue leaned forward, "when you believe you can hit the horse, you are already on the horse's back."

"I know, there's nothing wrong with the plan." Xia Yuan let go of her hand, feeling that he was still too busy. He had invited the troupe or Hu Ji to sing and dance, so he didn't have the time to worry.

He didn't need the troupe and Hu Ji anymore. Hanyue held his hand and asked him: "Yun silk clothes have been delivered. Your Highness, would you like to see them?"

Yun silk was one of the harvests from Bailu Cave Sky. After sending it to the tailor, Xia Yuan didn't ask about it.

"Oh? So fast? Doesn't it mean that one material is missing and it will take some time?" Xia Yuan looked at the full moon above and asked doubtfully.

"I made a gauze and brought it here to try it out." Hanyue answered slowly.

The gauze is the thin shirt worn underneath.

Han Yue's cheeks were slightly red and her eyes were dodgey. These were blocked by the two full moons and Xia Yuan couldn't see them.

"Where is it?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Already put on."

Xia Yuan was confused. He had already put it on, how could he let him see it?

Hanyue unzipped the strap of Confucian skirt.

Xia Yuan sighed, no wonder the night sky was dim and only the teeth of the moon were left. It turned out that the bright and plump full moon had come into the house.

Outside the window, black clouds covered the crescent moon, and inside the house, his palm was the incarnation of the black clouds.

The clouds touch the moon.

Holding back her shame, Han Yue thought of the whispers her empress had said to her when she pulled her into the house half a month ago.

The empress said that His Highness's wings were stiff and he could no longer control it. Instead of letting other maids or Hu Ji take the lead, it would be better to let her take the lead.

This lifts the previous ban.

She hesitated in her heart. Seeing that His Highness was busy admiring the moon, she was satisfied, so she put away the idea of ​​continuing.

After a long time, Xia Yuan fell asleep with satisfaction.

He dreamed of clouds. He was lying in the clouds, and the soft clouds wrapped around his body and stuck to the side of his face.

He dreamed of his past life again, dreaming of a water balloon fight. He took out the filled water balloons from the bucket and held them in his hands, but was reluctant to throw them out.

Early the next morning, he took a shower and changed clothes, pinching Hanyue's snickering face.

At the end of the dream, during the water polo battle, he also saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Familiar because he has seen the other person many times, strange because every time he sees him, it is in the treasure book of time.

That was a deserted girl.

He stayed with Han Yue in the morning, went to see Leng Qiu in the afternoon, and chatted with Grandma Rong and Master Jingwo for a while. In the evening, he took Han Yue out of the secret passage in a low-key manner and entered another secret place. road.

The exit of the secret passage was a study. He closed the bookshelf that served as a secret door and pushed open the study door.

Outside the door is a mansion, the Deserted Man's Mansion.

Ningguo has had good relations with the grassland for generations. Emperor Ning gave this mansion to them many years ago.

The Huangren Mansion is larger than the palace of an ordinary prince, but smaller than the palace of a favored prince.

The Huangren were not good at management and did not trust the people of the Central Plains. Within a few years, the luxurious mansion became old and dilapidated.

The entrance to the study was supposed to be a courtyard, with a rockery and fake water. At this moment, the mountain collapsed, and there were still fist marks on the stone. The water was half dry and turned green, and bed bugs were breeding in it.

In the area that should have been planted with ornamental plants, weeds grew luxuriantly, and several horses were eating happily.

"This way." A deserted man carrying a knife walked out of the dark corner. Without waiting for the two of them to respond, he turned and headed towards the backyard.

Xia Yuan and Han Yue followed him.

After walking out of the courtyard and passing through a corridor with peeling paint and knife marks, they entered a small courtyard.

The leading deserter stepped over the collapsed wall, taking a shortcut.

I just don't know whether the broken wall collapsed accidentally or was cut out to open a shortcut.

Xia Yuan did not cross the broken wall. He stopped in the center of the small courtyard and looked at the well in the corner.

The night was deep, the well was dark, the wild wind blew by, and there were a few howls.

A palm stretched out from the well.