The witch comes into my arms

Xia Yuan rubbed his forehead. It would be better to change the name of Prince Chu's Mansion to the Valley of Evil. How could it be filled with such vicious people?

"Almost eleven years old." The girl shrank and replied timidly.

Almost eleven? That is, the fifth and sixth grade of elementary school.

Looking at her short stature and thin body, Xia Yuan did not look like someone who was about to graduate from elementary school. On the way back, the black dog he saw was stronger than her.

He didn't know the development level of children in this world, but this body was undoubtedly too thin.

Well, Dwarf Peace is the same as the future.

His gaze was so hot that the girl felt uneasy, shrunk her neck and took half a step back.

"Why retreat? Come here." Xia Yuan said.

His words were harsher, and the girl shuddered and took two quick steps forward.

Why are you not in a daze this time?

Xia Yuan was in a daze for a moment, and felt that what the old housekeeper said seemed to make sense. Gentle words would only make the little queen in a daze, while only harsh words could make the little queen obedient.

Thinking about it this way, he should lock the little queen in the basement and use whips and candles... No, no, no, this is the Palace of the Prince of Chu, not the Valley of the Wicked!

Xia Yuan shook off the dangerous thoughts in his mind. The girl had obviously been tortured and used to being beaten and scolded, so she reacted like this.

He should be more gentle and wrap this little body that has been frozen in the polar seas for several years with the warmth of love.

Putting his arms around the girl's shoulders, Xia Yuan pulled her into his arms, rubbed and pinched the girl's face, leaving red marks on the sickly white face.

This is not part of the warm ocean of love, but Xia Yuan's surging selfish desires.

Let you destroy our country!

Grab your little face!

The girl opened her eyes blankly, like a sparrow that had been flipped over in the palm of her hand, motionless, and her thinking was stagnant.

Not to mention her, Hanyue was also shocked.

Aunt Rong got the girl from Mi Zhu Pavilion and immediately sent someone to Qingshui River to deliver the message. Not long after the girl was brought to the palace, Xia Yuan came back. Therefore, the maids didn't have time to bathe and change the girl, and they didn't even wipe her face!

The girl was still wearing her original clothes - a patched and tattered shirt, with stains all over her hands, face and feet, like a small rag!

His Highness actually held such a small rag in his arms!

Hanyue wanted to stop him, but it was too late and he could only stay in place like the little rag.

Little Rag quickly noticed this and looked at the luxurious robe that had been touched by her cheek and palm, and there were stains on it.

She blinked her eyes, tears rolled down from her eyes, and the dust rolled over her cheeks, leaving two white marks.

Xia Yuan was shocked, what should he do if he made the little queen cry?

He searched for a solution in his mind. In his previous life, how did he deal with those nephews and nieces who made them cry?

The answer is - throw it to her mother!

But the little queen's parents died early, and it was too late to use spiritualism or corpse raising.

Xia Yuan's eyes quickly swept across the room, fell on Han Yue, and his eyes lit up.

Hanyue instinctively sensed something was wrong and took two steps back.

Why retreat? Are you a little rag? The decision is yours, Mother Yue!

He stood up and put the little queen who had dropped the pearl into Hanyue's arms.

"The king has important things to do, so she will leave them to my sister."

After saying that, without waiting for Hanyue's response, he strode out of the room.

slip away.

Hanyue looked at His Highness's back, then at the tearful man in her arms, and opened her lips, but she didn't know what she could say or who she could say to.

Apart from His Highness, she has never taken care of any other children!

She panicked for a while, and coaxed Little Rag into saying that he would not cry, but Little Rag cried harder, and was about to turn from a dry Rag into a wet one.

Fortunately, Hanyue was smart and quickly jumped out of the thought of coaxing a child and realized the source of the girl's crying.

She rubbed the girl's hair and said gently: "It's okay. His Highness doesn't care that you soiled his clothes and won't blame you. But you suddenly started crying and scared him so much that he even ran away!" "

Seeing that Little Rag's tears had slowed down a bit, he noticed her secretly glancing at her clothes, and smiled with a moon smile: "I don't blame you either. Come on, let's take a bath and change you into clean clothes."

The sun sinks into the dusk in the sky, and the noisy and bustling city during the day suddenly becomes silent and peaceful, blending into the night. The palace is generous with lights, but how can the stars and lights illuminate the vast night.

Hanyue walked along the dim corridor, walked into Xia Yuan's bedroom, and closed the door.

Xia Yuan sat by the window, wearing a thin blanket and reading the book in his hand by the light of the candle.

He raised his head and glanced at Hanyue, then his eyes fell back to the book.

"Is she asleep?" he asked.

"Well, I nodded again and again while I was taking a shower. I forced myself to eat something and slept in my room."

Han Yue walked behind Xia Yuan, stretched out her hand to explore the cracks in the window to make sure that no wild wind had penetrated, then tucked Xia Yuan's thin blanket around her body and went to make tea for him.

Xia Yuan suddenly laughed.

Hanyue looked at the book in his hand in confusion. The book was "Qiushan Bi Tan", a travelogue.

She flipped through the book and wrote about big rivers, customs and customs. The writing was calm and beautiful, with no funny parts.

"Why are you laughing, Your Highness?" She poured tea leaves into the teapot, picked up the kettle on the small stove, rolled up her sleeves, and poured tea leaves.

Xia Yuan waited for her to finish pouring the water, put the kettle back on the stove, and explained: "The conversation just now seemed like a family of three."

Hanyue's mind changed and she understood what Xia Yuan meant. Wasn't the conversation just like a husband asking his wife if their daughter was asleep?

Her palms trembled, and she almost failed to hold the tea cake steady.

"Your Highness loves to joke."

Lowering her head, she did not look at the young man by the window. She elegantly placed the teapot and teacup on the tray and brought them to His Highness's table.

From the sapphire teapot, azure tea drips down and forms a pool in the white jade teacup.

Xia Yuan picked up the tea bowl. It was as white as the sky and the aroma was pleasant. He took a sip and his mouth was filled with fragrance.

"Good tea." He narrowed his eyes and nodded in praise.

Hanyue covered her lips, amused by His Highness's pretentious words and actions.

"Your Highness has been drinking this tea for several months. He has never praised it before. Why did he praise it today?" She said with a smile.

"I didn't notice before that the tea maker turned out to be so good-looking." Xia Yuan held her hand.

Hanyue didn't expect that tea could be said about herself, so she blushed, lowered her head, and refused to answer.

Xia Yuan gently played with her delicate fingers, as if stroking an elegant piano, and suddenly sighed:

"The tea is delicious, the people are good-looking, and the books are wonderful. It's just that this chair is square, cold and hard, and it's really uncomfortable to lean on."

Han Yue glanced at His Highness and whispered: "Your Highness feels uncomfortable sitting down. You can lie down on the bed and watch."

Xia Yuan shook his head, his eyes burning, and he cast his eyes on her cheek: "The bed is too flat and I can't lift my neck. It's not easy to read, look at people, and it's not easy to drink tea."

Han Yue still didn't know what Xia Yuan meant. He wanted her to be used as a backrest and pillow!

She nodded slightly.