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Hua Xia first led a group of people out of the village and got into the carriage parked at the entrance of the village.

Xiao Lie, who stayed in the yard, looked back for a long time at the courtyard that he had personally arranged and renovated. Zhao Zhuo could feel that the prince was in a bad mood. The prince personally went into the enemy's camp and burned the granary, and then disappeared. Everyone thought he was dead, but Zhao Zhuo didn't believe it and searched secretly, and finally met him by chance in the town.

At that time, the prince seemed to have lost his memory. He told the truth under the pretext of buying something. Now he still remembers the look in the prince's eyes when he looked at him, which was cold and distant, and he did not want him to appear.

Zhao Zhuo never thought that the prince and His Majesty would live together. Every change in the courtyard before him was evidence that he wanted to be with His Majesty forever.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty is still waiting."

This sentence brought Xiao Lie back to his senses abruptly. Dark clouds filled his eyes, silently permeating with unspeakable sorrow.

Xiao Lie walked towards Aliang and his wife, and gave them the reward as Hua Xia had just instructed. Later, someone would come to the village to repair the road, as a token of gratitude, he also put a jade pendant that represented his status: "Uncle, can you help me look after the yard? It doesn't have to be meticulous, and if it's broken, you don't have to repair it..."

How is this considered caring...

Xiao Lie was in a state of confusion.

The couple took the jade pendant and the gold and silver, and called out the title of "Prince" in a strange and even respectful way, not daring to cross the line of familiarity, because after all, they could never go back to the past.

Xiao Lie turned around and walked a distance. Fu Yu's voice came from behind him, shouting: "Your Majesty, take care. Your Majesty, take care."

The past is like a dream in the clouds. When you wake up from it, you will feel a chill in your bones.

The amnesiac Xiao Lie is not a prince, but just a woodcutter in the mountains. He works hard to support his beloved young wife. Building a new house and getting married is his lifelong wish. Staying with his wife forever is a happy thing for him. He devotes his heart and soul to her and never feels tired.

But now, there is a deep blood feud and a difference in status between him and her.

That day, she went to the town, talked with Zhao Zhuo, and brought back some newly bought commonly used items. She deceived herself into thinking that she would stay here forever. She said that she would tell her when she remembered, so she was originally planning to leave.

In the carriage at the entrance of the village, Hua Xia waited for a long time but no one showed up. She opened the curtain and finally saw Xiao Lie coming out.

The system was still crying, Hua Xia cursed, "What did he leave behind? He's going to escort me back."

250 The shouting sound suddenly became quieter.

Xiao Lie was obviously not in a good mood. Hua Xia moved her lips to ask him to get into the carriage, but the man simply jumped on the horse, crossed the carriage with a sullen face, and walked in front.

OK, Qujing mode is turned on.

It was only three months later when Xiao Lie returned to the palace again, but he felt like he had never been back in his life. The old housekeeper came forward to serve him: "My Lord, are you all right?"

"Hmm." Xiao Lie responded, but his face was not at ease. Before the butler could say something about the changes that happened in Quejing, the prince walked into the study and closed the door tightly, as if he no longer cared about the situation in Quejing.

In the study, Xiao Lie sat still for a moment, closed his eyes, then turned around and opened the mechanism in the study cabinet. Behind the bookcase, there was a box, and under the box was an ice tray that was replaced regularly. The sandalwood box was icy all over, and Xiao Lie held it in his hand and opened it.

There lay quietly a string of sugar figures that looked like him.

Well preserved, no signs of melting.

He couldn't see through it at that time, or maybe he had already seen through it but just didn't want to admit it. He thought with disgust that the sugar man would eventually melt and there was no possibility between him and her. But he turned around and stubbornly ordered people to make an ice tray, and the old housekeeper personally changed the ice regularly, and he refused to let the sugar man melt.

When Zhao Zhuo came back, he looked at the closed door and asked, "Did the prince lock himself in the study again?"

The old housekeeper looked at him worriedly: "Yes."

"Haven't you been out for a day?"

"Yes."

When the prince wanted to give up his status, Zhao Zhuo understood what was going on when he learned that His Majesty was in the "home" that the prince wanted to return to so long. No matter how dumb he was, he understood that all his previous shyness was a sign of loving one person.

The housekeeper asked, "Is there an accident outside?"

Zhao Zhuo said: "Gao Huang ran away half a month ago."

The old butler sighed softly.

The court officials expressed their longing for Hua Xia, and Hua Xia laughed.

The palace guards trembled when they saw Hua Xia, and called "Your Majesty" in a trembling voice. Hua Xia smiled at them, and the latter knelt down and said reflexively that they didn't dare to do it anymore.

Hua Xia: “…”

She just wanted to ask if they were going to play cards tonight?

It seems that the fight cannot be successful.

At night, the window of the bedroom was pushed open, and a black shadow flipped in. The wind brought in dispersed some of the burning ambergris. A corner of the curtain on the dragon bed was lifted, and a black shadow knelt in front of the bed. His dark eyes blended into the darkness, and he turned the person on the bed over and stared at him.

"His Majesty......"

"Want a warm bed?"

In the hot summer, why do you need a warm bed...

After looking at each other, he climbed up before Hua Xia could possibly refuse, and embraced her with his long arms, holding her tightly in his arms as if they were in the small mud house in the village.

Sticking close to each other, Xiao Lie's heart, which had been empty for a long time, was finally filled. He sniffed the familiar light scent and felt very aggrieved: "If I don't come, are you going to just let it go?"

Unable to hear Hua Xia speak, Xiao Lie's eyes suddenly became cold, and his tone gradually became anxious: "Or, even if I come, you don't plan to take it anymore?"

"From the beginning, you didn't plan to live in a new house. You wanted to come back a long time ago, right?"

"After returning to the palace, you can have many more. In the village, there can only be me."

Hua Xia suppressed her thoughts on whether Xiao Lie would play Pai Gow and asked, "I asked you to get on the carriage when we came back, but you were upset, weren't you?"

Xiao Lie paused, then said according to his heart: "You only called once."

He waited till she asked him to get into the carriage, but she never spoke again.

Hua Xia was speechless for a moment: "Xiao Lie, are you a princess?"

Xiao Lie didn't understand what Hua Xia meant: "I am the prince..."

"Okay, Your Majesty." Hua Xia said perfunctorily.

Xiao Lie: “Yeah.”

The sounds of their conversation intertwined in the darkness.

"Still rebelling?"

"Do not."

Hua Xia said: "It's ok, you can sit down. Tomorrow I will write an imperial edict to abdicate."

After living together for a long time, Xiao Lie finally understood her nature and asked in a muffled voice, "Your Majesty, do you have a lot of government affairs piled up?"

Hua Xia coaxed him: "Let's not talk about these things. This is mainly your wish. Wasn't the rebellion delayed before?"

As expected, she had always indulged him in the past, not depriving him of his power and throne, but instead giving him a lot of power, just to encourage him to rebel.

"You already knew..."

"Did you not plan to come back during your southern tour?"

Hua Xia did not deny: "Not coming back is the best outcome, isn't it?"

Xiao Lie remained silent, wanting to say no, but at the moment, putting everything aside, it was indeed true. If there had not been the Western Barbarian Rebellion, he might have rebelled to the end, and then, he would not be able to help but order the people to be captured and then locked up, right here.

Let her go nowhere.

"Hiss..." Hua Xia frowned, resisting the urge to hit Xiao Lie away, and asked impatiently, "Xiao Lie, are you a dog?"

Biting again...