Crossing the World: This Prince is a Little Sweet

The man riding at the front of the team was dressed in a military uniform, looking heroic, with a cool temperament and a golden mask on his face.

The mask did not cover the entire face, but only the part above the nose, revealing a pair of cold and clear phoenix eyes. The upturned corners of the eyes were outlined with silver lines, setting off a sharp contour.

It is hard to imagine what kind of stunning face will appear after taking off the mask.

"Wow, so handsome..."

Chu Xi blurted out, thinking to himself that this is much more handsome than the male protagonists in modern TV dramas, and his temperament is unique.

Chu Xi put down the tiger doll, casually pulled the big brother next to him, and asked curiously:

"Brother, who is this? What a big scene!"

"do not you know?

This is our Yan State’s God of War, the current emperor’s seventh prince, Prince Shuo! "

"and then?"

"What then? Today is the day when Prince Shuo returns triumphantly after winning the battle."

The man spoke excitedly, drooling.

"King Shuo?"

Chu Xi wondered, who was she going to marry?

"Yes, sir, you don't know.

I heard that Prince Shuo is very powerful. He led 5,000 special forces to attack the enemy camp at night on the border, catching the enemy off guard and capturing the enemy general alive."

The man became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he were involved in it.

"so smart?"

"Of course, Prince Shuo is the god of our Yan State!"

The man looked proud.

Chu Xi looked at the slowly passing team and ignored him.

What I was thinking in my mind was to put the matter of breaking off the engagement on the agenda.

But how can I meet this man to discuss breaking off the engagement?

At night, Chu Xi took a bath.

Lying on the bed, studying the things I bought on the street today, including the cute tiger-head doll, a small mirror, an exquisite little dagger... and so on.

"Peony, how's your needlework?"

Chu Xi tilted his head and asked Shaoyao who was carrying the foot washing water in.

"Miss, you are joking.

My embroidery skills are nowhere near as good as yours, young lady. You are the most famous beauty in the capital.

She is the best in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and needlework."

Shaoyao squatted beside the bed, answering the conversation while helping Chu Xi soak his feet.

Haha, am I that awesome?

Now I can only brag about being number one.

I'm afraid that needlework will kill me. Even if I prick my ten fingers, I still can't embroider a single flower.

Chu Xi silently complained in his heart, but didn't dare to say it out loud!

"Can you help me sew a cloth bag?

There are many small pockets inside, and there are also big pockets sewn on the outside of the bag..."

Chu Xi said this and stood up barefoot to get paper and pen, and drew the pattern and style for Shaoyao to see.

"What does the young lady want with this strange bag?"

Shaoyao looked at the drawing and had a rough idea in her mind.

"it works……"

Chu Xi said briskly.

"Can you help me get it out in the next two days?

My good peony...dear little peony..."

Chu shook Shaoyao's arm, rested his head on her shoulder, and spoke pitifully.

“Okay, okay, miss.

I will hurry up and help you do it..."

Shaoyao was very happy to see the young lady who was more cheerful than before.

The young lady was also very kind to him and would not beat or scold him like other masters would.

"Miss, you can't walk barefoot on the ground!

I will catch a cold, and if Madam knows, she will scold me..."

Shaoyao pushed the young lady to sit on the bed and continued to soak Chu Xi's feet.

After soaking, he took the drawing drawn by Chu Xi, closed the door and left!

Chu Xi quickly lay down in the bed, ready to have a good sleep.

Staying up late makes people age faster.

“Bang…” The man in black broke in through the window and quickly closed it.

Chu Xi heard the noise and was about to get up to check.

A sword was already at his neck.

"Shh... don't make any noise!"

The man in black threatened in a cold voice!

"Sir, spare my life! We can talk it over, we can talk it over..."

Chu Xi looked at the sword at his neck and spoke nervously.