Your Majesty, he has a backache and brain fever

Originally it was packed in a long box, but Xia Moshi took out a Langhao pen for some reason.

It has to be said that His Highness the Seventh Highness probably has a talent for being a pickpocket, and he was sure of it when he touched it. Looking at Xia Xuhuai's not so good face at the moment, Xia Moshi felt that it seemed that this pen was also a very important one. one's gift.

As Xia Moshi expected, Xia Xuhuai did not buy this for himself, but a birthday present he wanted to give to Yao Minghe's younger sister, Yao Mingruo.

Because she is a talented woman from a commoner background, she has never liked makeup, she likes to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is proficient in everything, and she is not rigid. Although she is a genuine talented woman, she is more like an informal noble woman She doesn't have the restraint of ordinary people at all, she doesn't look petty at all, and she doesn't have the dullness of being too conformist like a lady from aristocratic family. Besides, she is very low-key, and she can advance and retreat appropriately when speaking and doing things.

In short, the little girl Yao Mingruo has a good temper with Xia Xuhuai, and because of Yao Minghe, she can be regarded as half of his friend, so this time she also bought a good quality pen and matched it with a good carver The wooden box is planned to be given to Yao Mingruofangchen as a congratulatory gift.

Fortunately, the atmosphere in Daqi is not as old-fashioned as it was in the previous dynasty, and it is not so strict about men and women. Compared with the hinterland of southern Xinjiang or the surrounding barbarians, although they are not as open-minded as they are, compared with the past, they are indeed all Civilization, therefore, the friendship between Xia Xuhuai and Yao Mingruo, which is as light as water, will not be criticized by others.

Of course, perhaps Xia Xuhuai's status as Marquis of the Dingguo also took a large part of the credit.

Speaking of going back to this time, Xia Xuhuai was touched by this person whether intentionally or unintentionally, and a strange feeling arose in his heart. Without paying attention, Xia Xuhuai had already put his things on his chest. Huai stretched out his hand to grab it, but Xia Moshi stuffed it into his bosom directly. Unexpectedly, he saw Xia Xuhuai's face as black as the bottom of a pot, and wrinkled so hard that his folds were almost crushed to death. The eyebrows of mosquitoes and flies.

This is not over yet, he also showed a rogue attitude, with a frivolous threatening tone, and a threatening tone tinged with laughter, he opened his hands and said to Xia Xuhuai: "If you have the ability, come and search Ah, as long as you snatch it back, I will pay you back, how about it?"

Saying that, Xia Moshi proudly straightened his slightly thin chest, and grabbed Xia Xuhuai's hand to put it into his lapel, without even considering that it was on the street, and without even thinking about it. In this situation, is there anything inappropriate or indecent?

Although it's a corner, but people may bump into them at any time. They acted like this, so frivolously, completely disregarding the image of the two of them, flirting with each other in broad daylight, and their reputation would be ruined if it spread out.

However, Xia Moshi didn't seem to care about these at all, or maybe he knew it, but it was done on purpose.

However, the Seventh Prince's shamelessness does not mean that Marquis Dingguo also has such a thick skin. Although he is very good at defending the city wall, his thickness is far less than Xia Moshi's.

In this room, just as Xia Moshi grabbed his hand, before it even touched his skirt, Xia Xuhuai's hand quickly retracted as if someone had scalded it with an open flame, and the tips of his ears were also tinged with red. , and scolded with a cold face: "Shameless! How decent is this."

Then, he left as if fleeing, and even forgot to snatch back the piano and the thing that fit his eyes carefully.

Looking at his running back, Xia Moshi showed a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth: "Holding it like this now, just making a little joke, I wish I could bite my tongue and kill myself, and make this look of chastity, huh, isn't it just reduced to committing suicide in the end?" For a man, to be entangled with a man? How decent is it? How decent is it, it's ridiculous."

Xia Moshi pulled out the writing brush that he had just stuffed into his clothes randomly, held it between his fingertips, and turned it around. Xia Moshi looked at the polished and smooth barrel, rubbed his fingers on it, and picked it up again. After shaking for a few times, he used his hand as a comb and rake, and smoothed the soft wolf hair on the tip of the pen with one stroke, but the movement of the hand was not gentle, and there was four points of anger, three points of hostility and two points of anger. It is rough, and the last remaining part is the only gentleness left. When put together, it seems that it will not give up until it is tossed until it loses its hair, and it is a reluctant and deranged expression. with action.

But in the end, he stepped into the shop where Xia Xuhuai had just come out, and bought an unremarkable wooden box again. No matter how incompatible the two seemed, he only paid the money and put the box in the box. Put the pen in it, hold it in your hand, and continue to wander around in the street.

On Xia Xuhuai's side, after withdrawing his hand from Xia Moshi's chest, he walked away quickly, even a little flustered, plus he had a good background as a person who practiced martial arts all the year round, so he didn't have to. After a while, it melted into the vast sea of ​​people and disappeared.

It was also the first time for the doorman to see their master in such a panic, even the Marquis of Dingguo, who is currently as stable as Mount Tai, is so disrespectful at this moment, it is really rare in the world.

Of course, due to Xia Xuhuai's prestige and prestige, these people only dared to mutter in their hearts, pondering in secret, at most they would whisper in private, and never dared to discuss it in front of Xia Xuhuai.

But Xia Xuhuai, who surprised the people in the family, didn't pay attention to their expressions as if they were struck by lightning, and didn't care what they would think, and strode straight into his room. Without waiting to sit down, he turned the teacup upside down on the table by himself, picked up the teapot beside him, and poured out the overnight tea that had been too cold before he had time to throw it away. down.

Steward Yang heard that his young master was behaving abnormally, so he was a little worried, so he followed him to have a look. As soon as he came in, he happened to see such a bold and unrestrained scene, and asked with a little worry: "Young master, is it true?" What's the trouble?"

During the questioning, Xia Xuhuai had already drank another cup of herbal tea, and shook his head: "No." Then, he paused and changed his words hesitantly, "It's a little trouble."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Shangyang Butler's eyes, the faint worry in his eyes that was as light as floating clouds just now has a tendency to show up, and it must not be a trivial matter to make his son who has been extremely calm since he was a child call him troublesome. After all, even when they thought it was a bit troublesome, Xia Xuhuai never used the word trouble to describe it.

Xu Yang couldn't help wondering, what happened to the young master, and why he came back in such a mess after leaving for less than an hour.

Xia Xuhuai didn't care about his family's loyal housekeeper for many years, what was going on in his heart at this moment, he just said concisely: "Uncle Yang, it's nothing, don't worry, let me be alone for a while good."

Hearing this, Xu Yang stepped back as good as he could, because he knew Xia Xuhuai's temperament well. His young master never liked being disturbed by others, especially when he was upset, he preferred to be alone, otherwise he would be alone. Backfired.

Thinking of this, Xu Yang felt a little unbelievable. He never thought that one day he would use the word upset to describe Xia Xuhuai's current state. Xu Huai, with that appearance, it seems quite appropriate to comment on being upset.

As he walked, he thought, but he didn't know what it was that could make the dignified Marquis Dingguo so disgraceful.

As for that Marquis of Dingguo, although he had slipped through Xu Yang's thousands of thoughts for several times without his knowledge, all his thoughts were captured by the scene not long ago, and he inadvertently touched his cuff , and touched another thing. After remembering what was in the sleeve, the hand that stretched out seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

The bulging little package that he touched in the sleeve was just a package of pastries that he bought before entering the piano store in the morning.

At that time, he noticed that in front of the pastry shop next door, there was a child holding the hands of his family members, coquettishly saying that he wanted to eat the candy cakes from this shop, and it was all because the child was so cute that he was so cute. Take a second look.

Then, seeing the child eating happily after finally fulfilling his wish, for some reason, he remembered that Xia Moshi also seemed to like sweet snacks to pass the time and grind his teeth, so he did the same. Going in, I ordered several unique and fresh ones, all of which came in one or two yuan, packed together, and wrapped into a small bag, which was being held in his sleeve pocket at this moment.

Xia Xuhuai's outstretched right hand paused, and the movement of the hand froze. After a while, he finally took it out. Not long ago, the things that he cherished most were just discarded on the table indiscriminately. , accompanied by a cool and clean white porcelain teapot.

Thinking of what happened on the street not long ago, Xia Xuhuai felt that this bag of pastries was a little hot to his hands. He must have been blown by the evil wind early in the morning, so he had a hot head and brought such a crap back.

Why did I think that Xia Moshi was soft and deceitful, with a bright smile, clearly harboring malicious intentions and shameless!

For the whole day, Xia Xuhuai was in a state of anger and impetuosity, several times his blood surged, and he forced him to suppress him so that he would not be so angry that he would stare and dizzy on the spot.

Even, for the sake of calming down, he even started on the sweet and greasy pastry that he had dismissed before, and when he found out, he had already solved most of it by himself.

Therefore, Dingguo Hou, who has always acted in a very orderly manner, was fed up for the first time in his life, and he was still supported by his usual and unfavorable food. When the people in the mansion came to clean up the mess, they could hardly believe it. My own eyes, I wish I could poke my own eyes.

That night, Xia Xuhuai had a long and complicated dream. The scene in the dream seemed unreal, and under the moonlit night, it seemed to be particularly deceptive.