After being read, the plot collapsed and the protagonist went crazy!

Although Xia Jinjun didn't dare to say how well he knew the boy in front of him, he would never do anything to Xiaozhi in front of the couple.

Moreover, he thought the whole family could see that the prince was very kind to their family, and even a little doted on them.

I don’t know what’s going on in the little girl’s head every day.

"This..." Xia Jinjun felt that his status was noble, so he didn't know about it before, but now that he knew about it, he felt something was wrong.

Wen Heng smiled and joked: "Is Uncle Xia afraid that I will secretly bully my sister?"

[That’s right, my father loves me so much that he won’t trust you! 】

But that's not what Xia Jinjun said, "How is this possible? Mr. Xie is joking. I can see your love for Cicada!"

Xia Chen also smiled and nodded.

[Dad, are you still awake? See clearly, how has he treated me well? 】

Wen Heng curled his lips and said, "Then let me do it. The journey is long, and Uncle Xia may not be able to carry this chubby girl alone."

[You are the only one who is fat, your whole family is fat! 】

However, Xia Zhizhi felt guilty when she saw the young man's thin cheeks. Wen Heng was growing up at the right age. She lost her baby fat in her teens and had nothing to do with being fat.

When Xia Jinjun saw that Wen Heng was sincere, he no longer refused. After all, he had borne nearly half of the way.

In fact, Xia Zhizhi said that she could leave. She was eating well and growing strong, so she had no problem walking for several miles. But then she thought about it, Wen Heng couldn't do anything to her, so let him feel it. Let's go down to the top of Mount Tai. It's quite comfortable to be carried on your back.

"Come up!"

Xia Zhi smiled and said, "Then I'll thank you, brother."

Wen Heng has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Although he is not tall enough, it is not a problem to carry a chubby girl who weighs more than 30 pounds. Not to mention walking on mountain roads, it is not impossible to take her to fly around with Qinggong.

Mingming Xia Zhi initially disliked Wen Heng because he didn't have much flesh on his body, which made her chest hurt. However, because he was still a half-year-old child, it was not difficult for her to hold him with her small arms, and it turned out to be very comfortable.

The spring sunshine is warm and warm, shining warmly on your body.

She actually fell asleep.

"This child, why did I lose my voice while walking, and actually fell asleep." Mrs. Xia Chen said helplessly, reaching out to pick the person up, why did she have the nerve to let others carry her.

"No need, if you touch her now, she will definitely wake up." Xie Heng said naturally.

"But..." Xia Jinjun was a little embarrassed, "There's still a way to go!"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not tired. Let's go. Auntie, don't you want to know the result quickly?"

Why doesn't Xia Chen think about it? It's okay if she never knew. Now that she knows, who doesn't want to know the result as soon as possible.

Xia Zhi was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt there were a lot of sounds around her. When she opened her eyes, she found that she had arrived in the town.

"Come to daddy quickly." Xia Jinjun thought to himself. His daughter really eats and sleeps well. She even talks ill of Mr. Xie all day long, but she sleeps so soundly on his back.

Xia Zhizhi shook his head, got off Xie Heng's back, rubbed his eyes for a while, and then saw everything around him clearly.

Seeing her mother's narrow smile, Xia Zhi was still a little embarrassed.

"wake up?"

Xia Zhi nodded.

"But Mr. Xie was tired and carried you all the way. Your father wanted to pick him up, and he was afraid of waking you up."

[Did I hear that correctly? what's the situation? 】

Xia Zhizhi looked at Wen Heng blankly, and Wen Heng looked at her with raised eyebrows, as if waiting for her thanks.

"Ahem...Then why didn't you wake me up!"

"I would like to, but Mr. Xie said that you must have not slept well last night, so he let you fall asleep."

Xia Zhi was a little uncomfortable with such Wen Heng. It was a strange feeling that she couldn't explain.

Wen Heng didn't hear the little girl's murmur. They happened to have arrived at the door of the inn, "Uncle Xia and Aunt Xia are inside."

"Okay!" Xia Chen nodded, but inadvertently took two deep breaths, but the moment she walked in, her palms became cold.

Wen Heng knocked on the door, and a woman's voice came from inside. She seemed to be in her fifties, but it sounded nice and soft. This reminded Xia Zhizhi of the gentle women from the Jiangnan water town.

"Who is it?"

"it's me."

"The master is back."

With the sound of soft footsteps, the door opened, and a well-dressed woman appeared in front of several people.

The woman looked at Xia Chen, then nodded slightly and invited a few people into the room.

Since we were here to do business, we skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point.

The woman asked Xia Chen to embroider in front of her. According to her, most apprentices taught by a master have the same embroidery techniques and habits, and she also prepared these things.

Xia Chen did as she said. The woman kept staring at her, and Xia Zhizhi also stared at the woman.

When the woman noticed that the little baby's big eyes were looking at her, she turned her head and looked over, met her eyes, and then smiled slightly.

After a cup of tea, Xia Zhizhi saw the woman shake her head slightly, and her heart fell to the bottom.

[Why is she shaking her head? Is it because I discovered that my mother’s embroidery method is different from her apprentice? No, my mother is so sad. 】

After Xia Chen heard this, she got distracted and accidentally pricked her finger.

"How is it? Does it hurt?"

Xia Chen shook her head, and the disappointment in her eyes flashed away. She shouldn't have had any expectations, "It's okay, it's just a prick."

"It's all bleeding!" Xia Jinjun pinched her fingers, his eyes filled with distress.

Xia Chen took back her hand in embarrassment and indicated with her eyes that someone was still there.

Xia Jinjun didn't care, who was wrong?

There is nothing shameful about him feeling sorry for his wife.

The woman took a deep breath and said, "Madam, there is no need to embroider."

Xia Jinjun paused slightly. He had heard what his little girl said just now. He felt sorry for his wife who had pricked her hand, and even more sad that her hope had failed.

Xia Chen had already adjusted her mood, "Okay."

The woman looked at Wen Heng, shook her head and said, "Madam's embroidery method is different from mine. It should not be the embroidery skill I taught you."

"You... take a closer look!" Xia Jinjun said.

"I can understand Mr. Xia's mood. You don't understand the art here. The things Madam embroidered are very similar to mine, but the embroidery method is different from what I taught you. Especially the technique of connecting needles. A person has a unique skill. Personal habits, according to the young master, my wife separated from her family when she was three or four years old, so she did not have a long time to learn the art, and she was so young, but she was able to understand the essence of random stitch embroidery so thoroughly."

Appreciation flashed in the woman's eyes, "Madam is smart, but the master who taught you is also good at embroidery. I am reminded of someone."