This prince is a little sweet

The people of Limin took out their abacus to calculate last year's expenses, and planned little by little the firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea for the coming year, worrying about the life of the whole family, as if the snow in the frontier could not destroy this family. There is a strong atmosphere of fireworks in this small town.

Three to five days have passed since Xiao Heng returned from Kowloon Walled that day.

Because Xiao Heng always had a little hope in his heart, he insisted on walking around Xie Yuan's house a few times a day, either playing a few tunes outside the Great Wall while walking around, or playing with birds and crickets while walking around, or While strolling around, he bickered with Chen Wu happily, in short, no matter what he did, he had to speak with a loud voice, no matter how loud the noise was.

However, Xie Yuan seemed to be determined to fight him to the end this time. He ignored Ren Xiaoheng's troubles, and even in the past three days, Xie Yuan hadn't stepped out of his one-acre land. small house.

Even if there was something that forced him to go out, Xie Yuan would walk around Xiao Heng at every turn. If the two of them met each other in this small Xie's mansion by chance, Xie Yuan would simply step over without looking sideways. , right as if you didn't see it.

So even though these three days were very short, Xiao Heng felt that his days were like years, and he was about to be tortured madly by his little ancestor Xie Yuan.Even now Xiao Heng was so dazed that he looked at everyone with resentful eyes, as if they owed him ten taels of silver.

However, time is always like a fleeting moment. In the blink of an eye, these short three days have passed, and the originally distant Shangyuan Festival is now approaching.

The ceremonial officials of the Wei Dynasty set the time for local officials to return to Beijing to report on their duties at the end of February every year. If the journey from Chang'an to Liangzhou was counted, and if they arrived in Shangyuan, it meant that Xiao Heng would have to return to the capital immediately.

The old servant of Xie Mansion heard the news that his master was about to leave, and he sighed all day long.After all, looking at Xiao Heng's crooked appearance, he was really afraid that Xiao Heng would ascend to the sky with his legs before he even arrived in the capital.

Fortunately, Xiao Heng himself has a very generous heart. Not only is the luggage for returning to Beijing still piled up in the corner, but also Xiao Heng, the decoction that the doctor worked so hard to recuperate his illness, is only when he thinks of it. In the end, I have to laugh at the skill of the people who boiled the medicine.

Therefore, in fact, Xiao Heng is not dangling in front of Xie Yuan all day long, but is reading some strange and weird books from unknown sources. He reads in the morning and at night, and in the morning and in the afternoon. Reading, unconsciously, the words on Xiao Heng's desk have been piled up in a high pile.

On this day in Shangyuan, it was the first time that Xie Yuan didn't wake up to Xiao Heng's stinky, ostentatious Xiao, and he was quite surprised.

His first reaction was that this might be the sun coming out from the west, and his second reaction was to figure it out, thinking that Xiao Heng might have already been tired of this cycle of repetition, and he was too lazy to find a sense of presence in front of him.

Thinking of this, Xie Yuan felt a little lost, and said in a low voice under the quilt angrily, forget it, that's fine.

However, around You hour, when Xie Yuan was usually studying alone in the room, he heard a few knocks on the door.

Xie Yuan was a little strange. It stands to reason that Chen Wu would not usually look for him at this time, and a noble person like Xiao Heng had been shut out for several days, so he probably didn't have the heart to look for him again.

Therefore, Xie Yuan frowned slightly, raised his voice and asked, "Who is it?"

A calm male voice sounded outside the door: "Your Highness, Chen Weixuan, please see me if you have something to do."

Xie Yuan is still not used to being such a little highness, and he didn't bring a maid by his side, so he stood up and wanted to help Wei Xuan open the door.

But Wei Xuan didn't wait for him to open the door, he coughed lightly, and said: "Your Highness doesn't need to come out, I just want to persuade His Highness... Although I don't want to excuse Lord Hou, but there are some things, Your Highness is really What's more, it's better not to know than to know. Lord Hou has his own considerations for keeping it from you. After all, sometimes just knowing is already a sin... Tonight is the Lantern Festival, halfway through Xu, and Lord Hou is here The Dream Pavilion on the outskirts of the city is waiting for you."

Hearing the three words Menghuiting, Xie Yuan's hand clenched the book tightly. What this place meant to him, he couldn't explain it himself.But he can be sure that at this moment, the "Menghui Pavilion" is like a huge boulder, hitting his heart heavily, making him feel painful and astringent.

Wei Xuan, who was standing outside the door, waited for a long while, but before Xie Yuan's reply, he finally couldn't help frowning, and there was a rare emotion in his eyes, and he persuaded in a soft tone: "Your Highness, these words are actually I shouldn't have said it, but I'm sorry, I want to say a few words for Lord Hou... He really cares about His Royal Highness, since the two of you care about each other, why bother to act like this How awkward is it?"

These words actually sounded a little bit wrong, not as if they were here to persuade brothers to quarrel, but more like they were here to persuade husband and wife to quarrel.Thinking of this, the corners of Wei Xuan's mouth twitched.

With a "click", a clear and crisp sound came from the room, very much like the sound of a teacup falling to the ground.

Wei Xuan's heart skipped a beat. He knew Xie Yuan. If Xiao Heng hadn't gone too far this time, Xie Yuan wouldn't even be angry. He couldn't believe it. Could it be that such a good-tempered person would also Was Xiao Heng so angry that he threw something?