The witch comes into my arms

Xia Yuan made another red bean cake, but the girl waved her hand and refused. My aunt had repeatedly warned her to tell His Highness this passage carefully, and she should concentrate on recalling it and recite it carefully.

"Eating sweets is good for memory." Xia Yuan opened her palm and brought the red bean cake to her lips.

Is that so? The girl opened her mouth.

One, one, and another.

She quickly indulged in the delicate sweetness of the red bean filling, and all the words in her mind turned into seasonings, stirred into the red beans, wrapped in the crystal cake skin, and entered her belly.

After finishing a plate of red bean crystal cake, she did not forget what she wanted to say, but she completely forgot the specific words.

The little lips murmured for a long time, and then only two words came out: "It's delicious!"

"As long as it's delicious." Xia Yuan wiped her lips with a handkerchief, "What else did my aunt say to you?"

Xiao Lengqiu then remembered one more thing. Xia Yuanruo had already forgotten it if she didn't ask.

She raised her palms and put them on her shoulders. Her slender fingers hooked the collar of the purple Confucian skirt and pulled it down.

The petite shoulders are exposed, as white as a tender lotus root in spring, tempting people to take a bite.

Xia Yuan: "...?"

Xiao Lengqiu kicked off her cloth shoes again and took off her socks. Her two white and tender feet looked like swimming fish, and her skirt was made of purple lotus leaves.

There are ripples, the lotus leaves are swaying, and two small fish flicker, naughty and cute.

Xia Yuan: "...!"

"Auntie taught you this?" He poked the girl's shoulder.

Xiao Lengqiu nodded vigorously.

"Did she say what to do next?" Xia Yuan asked expectantly.

"Auntie said, you can do whatever His Highness asks you to do." The girl turned to look at him, her eyes as pure as spring water.

"Next, let's wait until Leng Leng grows up before we do it."

Xia Yuan picked up the girl's clothes and felt a little sad. As long as the girl was four or five years older, he wouldn't be bothered.

Speaking of which, his body is still small.

Thinking about it this way, isn't Hanyue...

Xia Yuan sighed inwardly, I didn't expect you to be Han Yue like this!

This kind of Han Yue stood at the door, carrying lunch in his hand, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Xia Yuan bent down to put socks on Xiao Lengqiu and discovered her.

"Where did you start reading?" Xia Yuan's hands froze.

"What should I do next?" Hanyue walked in and put the lunch on the table without disturbing His Highness's entertainment - putting on Leng Qiu's shoes and socks.

Isn’t this the most easily misunderstood node! Why do you come here by such a coincidence every time?

Xia Yuan rubbed his face and said, forget it, you don't have to worry about the debt.

He said to Leng Qiu: "Leng Leng, do you miss your aunt? Do you want to bring her over and live with you?"

After the above incident, he felt that Leng Qiu's aunt was well-behaved and sensible and could be brought into the palace.

The thing here refers to Leng Qiu’s reading!

It’s definitely not lotus roots and little fishes!

The girl shook her head: "Mommy said that if you want to practice peerless martial arts, you can't indulge in the arms of your parents."

She lowered her head in despair. She likes His Highness and her aunt.

"Then let my aunt live with Aunt Rong." Xia Yuan put his arm around her shoulders, "It just so happens that Aunt Rong's yard is very empty. If Leng Leng wants to see her, go to Aunt Rong's place."

"Yeah!" The girl raised her head and smiled lightly.

"It's time to eat!" Hanyue set the table and pulled out the chair. The aroma of the food filled the room.

There are seven dishes on the table, which is already a result of streamlining. Originally, the seventh prince had dozens of dishes during his meal, and the table could not be finished.

Xia Yuan has no interest in food and drink - it can't be said that he has no interest. His eyes swept over the two full moons and two small fishes. It should be said that his food and drink skills are focused on other areas. , so the number of dishes was reduced.

There is also a rule at the dinner table that the maid cannot eat with him. After the master has finished eating, the maid can take the leftovers and eat them in her room.

Of course, this rule cannot trap Xia Yuan. Leng Qiu and Han Yue sat beside him, one on the left and one on the right.

He picked up all the dishes first, and the two women did not use their chopsticks for the dishes he had not touched.

After lunch, Xia Yuan rested for half an hour and watched Leng Qiu dance his sword for a while before the palace carriage arrived.

He and Hanyue got into the carriage together.

There is a straight road from Prince Chu's Mansion to the Imperial Palace. The road is flat and wide. With the special carriage, the ride is no worse than the sedan in the previous life.

Xia Yuan lay in Hanyue's arms and ate a plate of fruit before arriving at the palace.

The guard on duty today was a member of the Chu family. He checked the carriage hastily and let it go.

The carriage drove for a while under the towering vermilion palace walls, with palace maids and eunuchs kneeling all the way, and approached the Xianshu Palace.

The maids of Xianshu Palace knew from a distance that the Seventh Prince was coming. Apart from the one on the dragon chair, there were only three people who could ride in the carriage in the palace, namely King Zhennan, the Crown Prince and His Majesty the Seventh Prince.

The King of Zhennan is far away in the south, the prince is humble, and His Majesty likes to ride in a sedan chair, so there is no need for a carriage. The only ones left are the Seventh Highness.

The carriage stopped in front of Xianshu Palace. Han Yue opened the curtain and helped Xia Yuan down.

The maids bowed to Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan glanced around and saw that these palace maids had good looks, even better than the ones the prince sent to him. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, this father is really shameless.

"Your Highness, I have been waiting for you in the palace for a long time." A palace maid walked up to Xia Yuan.

She is twenty-seven or eight years old, wearing a light green skirt, with a dignified appearance, with maturity that should be at this age, but also with childishness that should not be at this age.

Her name is Bi Xin, and she is Concubine Shu's personal maid.

When Xia Yuan was a child, she and Han Yue took care of her together. If Han Yue was like a sister, then Bi Xin had the aura of a mother.

"Sister Bixin, please lead the way." Xia Yuan smiled and reached out to touch the hairpin on her head, "This step is really beautiful."

"Your Highness, watch your words and actions!" Bi Xin avoided Xia Yuan's palm and looked at him helplessly.

Hanyue would happily accept Xia Yuan's closeness, but Bi Xin was much more rigid. The etiquette and morality gave Xia Yuan a headache.

In order to avoid triggering the preaching, Xia Yuan did not continue to act recklessly and quietly followed Bi Xin through the palace to the mother-in-law's bedroom.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty Seventh Prince is here!" Bi Xin shouted through the curtain.

"Come in, little Hanyue, come in too." A lazy voice sounded from behind the curtain.

Bi Xin opened the curtain, and Xia Yuan and Han Yue walked in.

Concubine Shu is a noble concubine, and the Chu family is a wealthy family. The bedroom in Xian Shu Palace is therefore particularly luxurious.

Whether it is the carvings on the walls or the furniture placed around them, they are all made by the royal craftsmen. Just taking one out and throwing it outside the palace is enough for a family to have no worries about food and clothing.

The most luxurious among them is undoubtedly the Babu bed in the center, which is like a house within a house with carved beams and painted pillars and red and red couplets.

Concubine Shu was not on the Babu bed. She was lying on the Arhat bed by the window.

If the Babu bed represents complexity, then the Luohan bed is a simplified version, like a small wooden sofa.

Concubine Shu, who was wearing a golden dress and many jewelry, was lying there lazily. The light shines in from the window, reflecting a burst of jewels.

Among these jewels, the most dazzling one is Concubine Shu’s face.

Xia Yuan thought to himself that the beauty in front of him had nothing to do with the word "Shu". She should be named the Demon Concubine. She is in her thirties, but she still looks like a young woman in her early twenties, but she is not a witch.

"Little Hanyue, come, come to me." Concubine Shu did not call her Xia Yuan in her first sentence, but instead waved to Hanyue.

Hanyue walked towards the Luohan bed, feeling happy but with a hint of sadness.