It's easy to be a villain, but hard to be a princess

one year later.

Han Zixiao sold the two silk shops in Yunzhou, and moved all the business to Rongcheng. After one year of operation, he was planning to open the second branch in Rongcheng.

Han Zixiao recently left early and returned late to prepare for the opening of a branch store. Before going out, Chu Muqing rushed to the door with a fox fur in her hand, "Wait a minute."

Han Zixiao turned around and looked at Chu Muqing, "What's wrong?"

Chu Muqing stepped over and put the fox fur on him, "It's freezing outside, so I don't wear more when I go out." While fastening the soft belt on the fox fur for him.

A smile floated on Han Zixiao's lips, and he held his hand, "Don't talk about me, your hand is also very cold."

"Why, do you still want to compare with me?"

Han Zixiao said: "I just want to remind you that you should pay more attention to your body as the year is approaching."

"I have my own measure." Chu Muqing looked at him and said, "Today is a small year, you should come back earlier."

When she was alone, it didn't matter to Chu Muqing whether it was the New Year or the New Year, but with a complete family, she began to care about these festivals.

Han Zixiao stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the forehead, "I must come back early today."

Han Zixiao's second branch in Rongcheng has a larger shop floor and extremely fine decoration, and plans to open it in the spring of next year.Han Zixiao had to do everything by himself when opening a branch store, and put a lot of effort into it.

Chu Muqing was a vassal king in this Shu area, and he was doing well, and he often had to take out some money from the treasury to help the victims. Han Zixiao could only expand his business to make the palace well-fed.

However, he will only be busy for another day or two. After the New Year's Eve, all his staff will go home to reunite with their families. Naturally, they will be given a few days off, and Han Zixiao will not be able to work alone.

When returning home in the evening, Han Zixiao stopped by and bought a clay figurine on the street, intending to take it back to Chu Junyi.

Entering the gate of the mansion, Han Zixiao ran into Uncle Song who was coming towards him, and asked where the young prince was. Song Bo pointed to Chu Muqing's study and said that the prince was teaching the young prince to read and write in the study.

Han Zixiao took the little clay figurine to Chu Muqing's study, knocked on the door and entered, and saw Chu Junyi sitting on Chu Muqing's lap, writing with a brush in his little hand.

Han Zixiao wondered what he was doing when he was three years old?It seems that he can't remember it anymore. In short, he didn't grab a brush until he was seven years old.

Chu Junyi saw Han Zixiao coming in, looked at him pitifully, and called out in a soft voice, "Daddy."

Han Zixiao stretched out his hands and said, "Yi'er, come to Daddy's hug."

Without saying a word, Chu Junyi slid down Chu Muqing's thigh, kicked her calf and ran into Han Zixiao's arms.Han Zixiao picked him up and handed the clay figurine to him, "Daddy bought this for you, do you like it?"

"I like it." Chu Junyi happily took the clay figurine.

Chu Muqing said: "Just buy him some useless things."

"These things look useless, but children like them." Han Zixiao said, "If you want to be a strict father and ask him to read and practice calligraphy every day, I naturally have to be a kind father and teach him to eat, drink and play."

Chu Muqing raised her eyebrows, "Do you dare to teach him to eat, drink and have fun?"

Han Zixiao grinned, "Yi'er is still young, and he won't like it if he is treated too strictly." As he spoke, Han Zixiao teased Chu Junyi in his arms and asked, "Does Yi'er like the father or the father?"

Without even thinking about it, Chu Junyi replied, "I like Daddy!"

Han Zixiao proudly said: "Look, Yi'er already said that."

Chu Muqing looked at the two of them, hesitating to speak.Han Zixiao hugged Chu Junyi and walked to Chu Muqing's side, and coaxed Chu Junyi, "Come on, Yi'er, let your father play with the clay figurine for a while."

Chu Muqing looked at Han Zixiao: "..."

Chu Junyi was not tired of playing, so he reluctantly gave the clay figure in his hand to Chu Muqing, "Father, here it is."

Chu Muqing looked at Chu Junyi, and said, "Yi'er plays by himself."

Chu Junyi put away the clay figurine, Han Zixiao smiled and said to him: "Just now when I came back, it was snowing outside, does Yi'er want to see the snow fall?"

Chu Junyi nodded, "I think."

Han Zixiao hugged Chu Junyi with one hand, and naturally took Chu Muqing with the other hand, "Then let's go outside to watch the snow."

Chu Muqing let him lead him out, and the family of three stood under the eaves watching the catkin-like snowflakes fall, spreading a thin layer on the ground.

Han Zixiao put Chu Junyi down, squatted down and stretched out his hand to catch the falling snow with him, Chu Junyi stretched out his little hand happily, and when he received a piece, he happily wanted to show it to Han Zixiao, "Daddy, look .”

However, the snowflakes were fleeting in the little hands, and Chu Junyi pursed her lips and said, "Why are they gone?"

Han Zixiao said: "Does Yi'er know why the snowflakes disappear?"

"why?"

"Because snowflakes are made of water, they will melt into water when they touch Yi'er's hand, so you can't see them."

Chu Junyi pointed to the snow on the ground, "But, why is the snow still on the ground?"

"Because the ground is cold, Yi'er's hands are warm, and the snowflakes will only melt when they touch something warm."

Chu Junyi nodded.

Chu Muqing looked at the father and son, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

Before going to bed at night, Chu Muqing and Han Zixiao lay on the bed and had a conversation.

"You said that if Yi'er grew up and knew his own background, would he hate you and me?" Han Zixiao asked.

"Why do you think so?"

"After all, he is the flesh and blood of King Ling, and King Ling's death is inseparable from you and me. I'm afraid he will have revenge after he finds out."

"There are not many people in this world who know his life experience. If you don't tell, no one will know."

"Just in case..."

Chu Muqing put his arms around his shoulders and let him rest on his arm, "You don't have to worry about this. Although Yi'er is the flesh and blood of King Ling, he is also my nephew. Besides, King Ling was beheaded because of his conspiracy. You and I have nothing to do."

"Yeah." Han Zixiao also knew that he was worrying too much, "To be honest, Yi'er is kind by nature, and I like it from the bottom of my heart."

"He will always remember how well you treat him. Even when he grows up and realizes that he is not his own, you have the kindness to bring him up, and he will definitely not treat you badly."

Han Zixiao said solemnly: "I don't expect him to be filial to me in the future. While the business is still booming now, I will save more money, enough for you and me to support us."

Chu Muqing smiled, "You are only in your twenties, and you only think about things that far away."

"Be prepared for danger in times of peace."

"I'm still a vassal, no matter how poor I am, I can't even get the money to support you."

"Depending on you, I can only live a poor life. Why don't I make money by myself and give you rich food and clothing."

On New Year's Eve, Chu Muqing and Han Zixiao got up early.In the morning, the main thing is to clean and paste some couplets on the window grilles. The couplets need to be written ready-made. Uncle Song has already prepared the four treasures of the study, and he is waiting for Chu Muqing to show off his skills.

Chu Muqing raised the pen to write, Han Zixiao came over and said, "Why don't you write two couplets about the booming business later, and I'll have someone paste it on the door of Yujingfang later."

Chu Muqing glanced at him lightly, "Why don't you write, the boss?"

"The handwriting is ugly, and it will definitely make people laugh when it is pasted."

Chu Muqing pursed her lips and smiled, "I'll teach you later."

"Oh."

After Chu Muqing finished writing a pair, Song Bo carefully spread them out on the bamboo poles to dry first, while Han Zixiao had already laid out two sheets of red paper, and the ink was well ground.

Chu Muqing came over, "Pick up a pen."

Han Zixiao picked up the pen obediently, while Chu Muqing stood behind him, held his hand, bent slightly, leaning his chest against his back, and taught him how to write couplets.

After writing the couplets, Han Zixiao ordered Ye Qing to hang them, and when they were done, they would go to the shop to paste them.Turning her head to look at Chu Muqing, Han Zixiao put on a smirk, leaned over and said in a low voice, "Fortunately, I have strong self-control, otherwise, with your actions just now, a man would have reacted."

Chu Muqing glanced at him, "I have a way to make you never react."

Han Zixiao suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly said: "I'll go and see if Yi'er is up."

Han Zixiao slipped away, and when he reached the corridor, he saw Chu Junyi led by a maid, wearing a red dress, very happy.

Han Zixiao went to pick him up, "Why did Yi'er wake up so early today?"

"Nurse said that today is the Chinese New Year, you have to get up early." Chu Junyi said.

Han Zixiao hugged Chu Junyi and walked towards Chu Muqing, "Your father is writing couplets, I'll take you there to have a look."

After writing the couplet, Han Zixiao posted it himself, while Chu Muqing helped.After pasting up the couplets, Han Zixiao was busy hanging up lanterns again. He worked all morning to decorate the house with a New Year's atmosphere.

The lunch on New Year's Eve has always been the same as usual, only the dinner will be rich.

Half of the people in the house were busy killing chickens and ducks, and they were busy with dinner after a short rest after lunch.The dishes made for dinner are different from those eaten on weekdays, and some dishes need to be steamed for hours before they can be eaten.

Han Zixiao had nothing to do, and learned how to make dumplings with the lady in the kitchen. After more than a dozen failures, he finally made dumplings.

In the evening, the crackling firecrackers sounded, and the New Year's Eve dinner was about to officially begin.Han Zixiao asked someone to serve the dumplings he made, there were three bowls in total.

Chu Muqing took a taste, Han Zixiao stretched his neck to watch him eat, and asked impatiently, "Is the taste good?"

Chu Muqing swallowed the dumplings in her mouth, glanced at him, "It's still edible."

Han Zixiao thought that what Chu Muqing meant was delicious, so he smiled, "Then eat more."

After Chu Junyi ate a dumpling, he pursed his mouth, "Father, Yi'er won't eat this, it's not delicious."

The smile on Han Zixiao's face froze, Chu Muqing brought Chu Junyi's bowl of dumplings in front of her, and put something else in for Chu Junyi, "Yi'er eat this."

Han Zixiao silently lowered his head and took a bite of the dumplings he made. The taste was far worse than the one made by the kitchen lady, but it was still edible as Chu Muqing said.

After Chu Muqing finished eating the dumplings in her own bowl, she continued to eat the ones in Chu Junyi's bowl. Han Zixiao said, "The dumplings don't taste good, don't eat them, eat more."

Chu Muqing said lightly: "It's a pity to throw it away."

There are so many dishes on the table, all of them are more valuable than this dumpling, and Chu Muqing never said this if he couldn't finish it on weekdays.Han Zixiao felt warm in his heart, "I learned it temporarily this time, and the taste is not good. Next time I will do better."

Chu Muqing pursed her lips and smiled, "The food will be cold if you talk again."

Han Zixiao put down his chopsticks and served Chu Muqing a bowl of old fire soup, "This soup is delicious, drink some."

Chu Junyi yelled, "Daddy, Yi'er wants to drink soup too."

"Okay, Daddy will serve it for you." Han Zixiao filled another bowl for Chu Junyi, and then another bowl for himself.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Han Zixiao gave Chu Junyi the New Year's Eve money that he had prepared early in the morning, and then called the servants of the mansion together to give each of them three liang of silver for the New Year's Eve money.If this was changed to another mansion, how could the Patriarch be so generous.

After the money was distributed, Ye Qing and a boy brought out a box of fireworks, each of them took a little to play in the yard, having a great time.Chu Muqing pulled Chu Junyi to watch, Han Zixiao lit a firework and handed it to Chu Junyi, Chu Junyi laughed so happily that he couldn't close his mouth.

Fireworks were set off, and the servants gathered around to say that they would keep the New Year's Eve. Chu Junyi went to bed early, and Han Zixiao and Chu Muqing took a hot bath and went back to their room.

When Han Zixiao entered, Chu Muqing was reading a book with her hair down.Han Zixiao turned around and closed the door, walked around behind him, and put his arms around him, "It's New Year's Eve, there is a folk custom to keep the year old, why don't you and I try it too?"

"You've been tired all day, don't you feel tired?"

"There are too many things to do, but you don't feel tired if you enjoy it."

Chu Muqing put down the book in her hand, "I won't stop you if you want to watch the new year. You have to get up early tomorrow, so I have to rest first."

Han Zixiao followed Chu Muqing to the couch, and as soon as Chu Muqing lay down, Han Zixiao pressed on it, and said with a smirk, "Why don't you make me tired, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."

Chu Muqing said, "Why are you so preoccupied with this?"

"It's not because of you. I never think about it to others." Han Zixiao moved on him, "Huh? Will you give it?"

Chu Muqing: "..."

Han Zixiao chuckled, "I'll take it as your default."

After finishing speaking, Han Zixiao kissed his lips, the fiery and lingering kiss was inseparable, Chu Muqing wrapped his hands around his back, and pushed the clothes on his body down his shoulders.

Han Zixiao took off Chu Muqing's clothes in twos and twos, and rubbed his body with his. The fire of desire gradually burned, and the two bodies were entwined like two snakes, and no one could let go of the other.

Afterwards, Han Zixiao put his arms around Chu Muqing, and said solemnly: "Recently, I always feel that yours is getting tighter, or should I say, mine is getting bigger and bigger."

Hearing his blatant words, Chu Muqing gave him an annoyed look, "Han Zixiao, do you still know how to write shame?"

Han Zixiao smiled mischievously, "I'm an old husband and wife, I haven't done anything between the beds, so why are you talking about being ashamed?"

Chu Muqing was angry and funny, "Your face is getting thicker and thicker."