Chapter 2: Gentle maid

Feeling the power of stepping on his cheek gradually increased, Wu Xiaoming took no pain from the fire, and hoarsely said, "His Highness, please, please."
At this time, where is he still proud and proud.
"The first thing is to send me my mother's relics, especially the earrings she loved most during her lifetime."
"Uh-huh!" Wu Xiaoming nodded quickly.
"Second thing, I had a personal maid called Xiaoyi, and I knew that day later, she was beaten into the palace. If you brought her to Persia, I would take her away."
Wu Xiaoming promised, but at the moment it was a non-venomous thought: "You just learned that I was very happy, right, then this little sister, you never want to see again! I will kill this girl, and then find a reason She shied away and said she had died a long time ago. I see how you can treat me! "
Wu Xiaomingxin was secretly indifferent, thinking about how to torture the maid named Xiao Yan, so as to spit out all the qi received here at Chu Yan. At this time, the voice of Chu Yan was approaching suddenly.
"Gonggong Wu, if Xiaoyi comes back, I find that even if there is one less hair, the third thing is to ask you to kill Ling Chi."
"His--" Wu Xiaoming suddenly took a breath, a heart, and it was all about to slide out of the large intestine.
My own mind, the other party guessed at once!
At this time, Wu Xiaoming suddenly felt a severe pain in his chest. With a bang, he vomited a large mouthful of blood. His body flew like a cannonball, flew directly, hit it against the wall, and fell to the ground At that time, the internal organs seemed to be cracking in pain, causing him to curl into a shrimp, and tears and snots came out in unison.
Vaguely, Wu Xiaoming heard Chu Yan's gradual departure.
"By my father-in-law, I don't want to see you again. Your old face, I look really annoying."
"Chu Yan!" Wu Xiaoming clenched his fists, gnashed his teeth, and hatred his heart.
But after a long time, he gradually released his fist and exhaled suddenly.
He estimated that he could not report this feud. In the face of Chu Yan, Wu Xiaoming only felt that he was a cricket ant, even if the other party was already in the deepest part of this horrible devil, and he was detained for a full year. time.
The other party didn't kill himself, not because he didn't dare to kill, but because he didn't bother to kill.
I thought I had soared into the sky, but in fact, in the eyes of others, I was still like an ant, and thinking of it this way, Wu Xiaoming's humiliation was beyond words.
Wearing a black cape, walk out of the dark entrance of the abyss magic prison, stand again in the sun, and between breathing, it is no longer the smell of coldness and corruption, but the fresh air, Chu Yan looked up to the sky , Squinted.
"It is the idea of ​​Persian that the Persian's close relatives, I break your capital, why do you save me, or do you want me to owe you a favor for this?"
After a moment of groaning, Chu Yan shook his head and walked down the mountain.
Picking up his carriage has been waiting for a long time.

The moon is high and it is already midnight.
Although Chu Yan was restored to the status of prince, the East Palace has a newly-registered prince, and his identity is sensitive. He will leave the city at dawn and go to Persia. It is not suitable to choose another residence, so he was arranged to live in the imperial city. Outside a long abandoned mansion.
From walking out of the abyss, to entering the mansion, he only contacted a small official responsible for his trip.
But a year ago, Chu Yan no matter where he appeared, it was all a matter of ceremonies. Baiguan came to see him. At that time, I was afraid that the entire Nanyuan County could only be shouldered by the current emperor.
At this time it was late summer and early autumn. At night, the air was a little cool, and in this unpopular, darkened mansion, it was even cooler and more uncomfortable.
In the bedroom, Chu Yan's body was immersed in the hot water of the wooden barrel, his arms were leaning against the edge of the wooden barrel, and he was fascinated. There was a squeaking noise from the door. After a moment, a soft little face came in. Cowardly: "His Royal Highness."
A slight smile appeared on Chu Yan's face.
It wasn't like smiling and not smiling at Wu Xiaoming. At this moment, his smile has a hint of warmth.
"Come in, the water is getting cold."
"Yeah!" The young girl was taken aback, hurriedly opened the door, and came in with a bucket of hot water.
When the water in Chu Yan's barrel was still hot, the girl couldn't help but pouting, and glared at Chu, saying, "His Royal Highness is deceiving again, and the water is still warm."
Through the mist of water, Chu Yan saw the girl's cheeks slightly sloppy.
I haven't seen it for a year. The young girl named Xiaoyan looks much thinner and thinner, but Chu Yan's memory has grown a little, her body has grown a little longer, and she is wearing a green skirt at this moment. It looks like a magpie like a joy, it looks like a shame and a timidity, the temperament of the buds waiting to be released, the country's allure, has already begun to appear, and it is exciting.
Before that, I was afraid that I had never thought of it. At the age of eleven, when the turmoil in the northwestern region was calmed down, the skinny little girl rescued by the rebel sword would now be so slim.
"It's really cold, don't believe you try it." Chu Yan suddenly stood up from the barrel.
"Ah!" Xiao Yan's cheeks turned red, and he hurriedly reached out to cover his eyes, but he was holding a wooden barrel, and suddenly seemed to be cluttered.
Chu Yan, regardless of her, stopped her directly and hugged her, then the two of them dipped in hot water together.
Xiaoyi struggled slightly in Chu Yanhuai. Suddenly, he held Chu Yan's neck. The whole man clung to each other tightly, his body trembled, and tears fell down: "His Royal Highness is back, Xiaoyin is good Glad, Xiaoyi always thought that she would never see His Royal Highness again. Xiaoyi thought for a lot of times. If she didn't get news from Her Highness, Xiaoyi would not live. "
Feeling the cold body of the young girl gradually warming up, listening to the young girl whispering softly, Chu Yan holding her shoulder gently, silent.
At this time, she is still willing to accompany her.
Autumn leaves that are as cold as ice springs, large abandoned houses, and small rooms, an atmosphere called Xiangmo Yimo, is slowly brewing.
After a long time, Xiaoyan exclaimed softly, sat up from Chu Yanhuai, and stuttered, "Your Highness, Your Highness, please wait a moment. Something you asked for has already been delivered, Xiaoyan here to You fetch it. "
The drenched dress was close to her body, sketching the girl's exquisite figure, feeling Chu Yan's gaze, and Xiaoyan's cheeks were burning.
"Come on, wipe your body away from the cold." Chu Yan smiled, his eyes still blinking.
Well, when she was rescued, she was only nine years old and a dry little girl. Now she is fourteen years old.