i just want to be a woman

Hou Qing is not a person who is good at thinking. He thought too much, and his head hurts. He needs to clear his mind, and apologized to Xia Xiaobai: "My lord, you go back first! I want to be alone with him. say something."

As long as it was requested by Hou Qing, Xia Xiao would support it unconditionally, and after saying yes, he withdrew, and the people around him followed him.In fact, it doesn't matter if Xia Xiaobai stays here or not, what they say in the tent, Xia Xiaobai can hear it outside as well.

Hou Qing didn't care about Xia Xiaobai, he only knew that the old man was one of his aides recruited by his father, and he didn't have a deep friendship with the old man, so he didn't have much to say at the moment, so he went straight to the point: "Since Mr. Hong knows my identity , then I have nothing to hide, and I am not afraid to say it directly, why did Mr. Hong suddenly fall from the sky?"

The old man whined and wiped his tears with his sleeve: "Young prince! The old prince died a bitter death!"

Hou Qing didn't want to hear him say these things, not because his father died and the old man didn't die, but because he had cowarded him for more than [-] years, and he cried tens of thousands of times, real and fake. Tried it, this old man's acting skills are so poor, he actually had the nerve to act in front of him, and immediately interrupted him impatiently: "Don't talk about what you have and what you don't have, just talk about the main points."

The old man's face froze.

Xia Xiaobai, who was guarding the door, gave a charming smile. He was worrying about how to clean himself up and convince Hou Qing that he didn't behead his father, and the enemy came to him by himself.

Just in time!

Seeing that Hou Qing, a dandy pretending to be a woman, was so shameless, the old man said embarrassingly: "Little prince, do you want revenge?"

Hou Qing frowned. He came from a noble family. Although he was spoiled and spoiled, his innate nobility would not be reduced by half. When he stared at him coldly, a vague coercion made the old man inexplicably nervous.

Even if Hou Qing is a fool, he can tell that something is wrong with this old man.

As soon as he saw Hou Qing, he knew his identity, and he must have done enough homework.

He mentioned that the old prince of Beiming was pretending to be sad all over his body, it must not be a good thing.

When he asked Houqing if he wanted revenge, he must use him.

Hou Qing gave the old man a cold look, and a bad thought was about to come out in his heart, but he couldn't catch it, sweating profusely, and his forehead was sweating.

Xia Xiaobai appeared by his side at some point, and wiped Hou Qing's sweat with his sleeve. Hou Qing was startled and stared blankly at him.Xia Xiaobai moved naturally and deftly, and said with a smile: "Madam is also tired today, why don't you go back and rest earlier!"

Hou Qing was really not in the mood to deal with the old man, so he nodded and let him go.

Xia Xiaobai put his arms around Hou Qing's waist, walked a few steps, then turned around suddenly, his cold eyes wrapped around the old man's body like snake letters, freezing his blood.

The old man was all over for a while.

The corner of Xia Xiaobai's mouth twitched into a faint sneer, the little ants dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head, and even dared to catch his wife's attention.

There are four 'white walls' in the simple tent, and Hou Qing is dressed in purple clothes and kneels on the simple bed, ignoring his wet hair, staring blankly at the 'white walls', as if facing the wall Thoughts.

Xia Xiaobai gently opened the tent, and his eyes flashed with distress. The death of the old prince was Hou Qing's heart disease, and it was also a sorrow he couldn't get over. He thought that their reunion would have to go through some bloodshed before they could be tied together. He never thought that he could hold him in his arms dignifiedly like this. Happiness came suddenly, so he should cherish it even more.

Xia Xiaobai hugged Hou Qing into his arms, and gently wiped his hair. His hair was long, well-maintained, smooth and soft, and it softened his heart. He said softly, "Why are you in a daze?" ? You don’t even dry your hair? What if you’re sick?”

Hou Qing clenched her fingers, lowered her head and let him wipe it softly for herself, her face was pale and her eyes were sad.

Xia Xiaobai opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but the big hand that wiped his hair became softer and softer. After thinking about it, he finally hardened his heart and didn't open his mouth. The more he said some words, the more he wanted to cover up , not to mention that he is a well-known 'true murderer', if he opened his mouth on his own initiative, maybe his wife would go further and further away from him, and be deceived by those thieves who wanted to use him.

Hou Qing was silent for a moment, raised her head with wet eyes, like a wounded deer, which was very cute.

Xia Xiaobai's heart was suddenly pinched, his breathing became short of breath, he even regretted his selfishness, how could he make his wife so sad.

Hou Qing pursed her mouth, buried her head in his chest, listened to his strong heartbeat, and waited until the tense and rapid breathing of the two of them stabilized before asking: "Did you kill the old prince Beiming?"

Xia Xiaobai suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, rubbed his lovely head, and said affectionately: "I didn't kill him."

Hou Qing was taken aback, listening to his steady heartbeat, it didn't seem like a fake.

Xia Xiaobai pressed his head on his chest, not letting him move, patted his back lightly, and comforted him: "Madam, don't worry, my husband will definitely avenge the old prince Beiming."

Hou Qing was taken aback again.

The white tents on all sides of the tent were lit up with dots of fire, and the surrounding temperature suddenly became a little hot.Hou Qing's heart tightened: "It's on fire." With both hands around Xia Xiaobai's bear waist, he looked up at his calm expression.

Xia Xiaobai's eyes were as tender as water, his face as firm as iron, he patted him on the back to make him relax: "This is my husband."

Hou Qing put her head on his chest, and her stiff body immediately relaxed.

The periphery of the camp was very lively, the flames were soaring into the sky, shouts of killing shook the sky, there was a clanging sound, and there were constant muffled groans when they fell to the ground.

Hou Qing hugged Xia Xiaobai tighter and tighter, and suddenly thought of her flowery mother, tears fell from her eyes, she bit her lower lip, her face pale and pale: "My lord, what should I do? "

Xia Xiaobai felt pain in his heart, kissed his lips, and bit them lightly.

Hou Qing's mind was blank, and the vague memory of Princess Beiming running in the sea of ​​fire amidst the flames was gradually fading in Hou Qing's mind.

Shouts of "protect the lord" came into the tent one after another, and the fighting situation outside became more and more subtle.

The rain of flaming arrows swept towards the tent like a storm, and the white tent was scorchingly hot, several of them pierced through the tent, and almost hit Houqing's back, Xia Xiaobai barely held onto it, feeling terrified. Integrating Hou Qing into his body, he backhanded the flaming arrow out of the tent with his wrist, and there was a scream from outside the tent.

With Xia Xiaobai being so powerful, Hou Qing felt a little more at ease, but it was obvious that someone outside was deliberately murdering, after hesitating for a moment, Hou Qing asked: "My lord, you don't need to go out..."

Xia Xiaobai put his index finger on his back lips, and said with a smile: "There is only one duty of a husband, and that is to protect Madam."

The scorching heat made Hou Qing's little face turn red again and again.

After a burst of high-spirited shouts of killing, the shouts gradually disappeared without a trace.The situation became stable, Xia Xiaobai still sat down beside Hou Qing steadily, patted his back gently with a big hand, with a calm expression on his face.

The curtain that was burned black was gently lifted by a big black hand. The person who came was completely black, but not at all embarrassed. He bowed respectfully and bowed: "I will report to the prince and madam, the thief communicated with foreign enemies overnight." Arson, trying to assassinate the prince, but the humble officer has already captured him, please let the prince and his wife go."

Appreciation flashed across Xia Xiaobai's calm face, this young officer is very good, everything is going according to his plan.

Hou Qing glanced at him suspiciously, and said in surprise, "It's you?" Being promoted in the morning and making meritorious service in the evening, this little soldier is really going against the sky.

The little soldier against the sky smiled honestly on his dark face, and gratefully kowtowed three times to Hou Qing: "Thank you Madam for your support."

Hou Qing waved his hand: "It's not my support. If you want to thank, thank the prince for his insight into heroes. Of course, you are the second hero here, and the prince is the first. Don't mess up the order."

The little soldier kowtowed three more times to Xia Xiaobai: "Thank you, Mrs. Wang, for your support."

Xia Xiaobai nodded in satisfaction, this person is very interesting!

The little soldier knew very well that the reason why the rumored iron-blooded regent was so satisfied with him was entirely because he was respectful to his wife, and he put his wife in a position of reverence and admiration, and the prince himself was second.

Xia Xiaobai said: "Let the thieves enter."

The little soldier stepped aside respectfully, and asked several officers to escort the thief into the tent.

Hou Qing frowned, remembering what old man Hong asked him if he wanted to take revenge, he felt angry for a while, this old bastard was going to use him as a robbery, and then use him as a backing.

What Hou Qing guessed was completely true. The thief old man Hong burst into tears when he saw Hou Qing. His bloodshot red eyes were loyal and courageous at first glance, and he called miserably: "Little prince! ’” He shook his crippled right hand sadly: “I’m sorry for your humble position, and I’m sorry for the old prince’s entrustment!”

There was a cold light in Hou Qing's eyes, his father actually conspired against such a bastard, he must have been tricked by this bastard.

Xia Xiaobai knew the misery in Hou Qing's heart, so he could not let the corners of his mouth rise, and watched old man Hong continue to die.

Old man Hong thought he was a good actor, and wept like a filial son who had died. He pointed at Xia Xiaobai with sorrow and hatred, wishing he could rush up and bite him: "My lord! Our plan has failed, our plan has failed. Beiming Kingdom is over, our bloody revenge can't be avenged, our hard-earned foundation is gone, and you don't have to pretend to be a woman and keep a bastard in wolf's fur by your side to deliberately murder him, we're all over. "

Hou Qing gritted his teeth and said: "Damn old man, you are the one who is finished." Enduring the anger in his heart, he looked sideways at Xia Xiaobai with pitiful eyes: "Your lord, do you believe me?"

Xia Xiaobai's face didn't change at all, and the affection in his eyes was not false, he said: "In this world, I only believe in Madam."

"Okay." Hou Qing was overjoyed, and ordered people to set up old man Hong, and then dismissed Xia Xiaobai. He wanted to torture this old bastard alone.