Chapter 2

Feeling that the power of stepping on his cheek was gradually increasing, Wu Xiaoming ignored the burning pain and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness, please, please speak."

At this time, he had no pride and pride before.

"The first thing is to send me all my mother's relics, especially her favorite earring."

"Mm-hmm!" Wu Xiaoming nodded hastily.

"The second thing, I had a maid named Xiao Pei before. I knew that after that day, she was sent to yeting palace. Bring her to Persia, and I'll take her

Wu Xiaoming said yes, but at the moment, he was full of resentment: "you just taught me a lesson, right? Then you can't see this little Pei again! If I kill this girl, I'll find another reason to shirk it and say that she died a long time ago. I see what you can do to me! "

Wu Xiaoming's heart is very dark, thinking about how to torture the maid named Xiao Pei, so as to spread out all the anger he received in Chu Yan. At this time, he heard Chu Yan's voice suddenly approaching.

"Duke Wu, if I find Xiao Pei missing even one hair when he comes back, the third thing will be to ask you to be put to death in a hurry."

"Hiss -" Wu Xiaoming immediately took a cold breath, and a heart was about to slip out of his large intestine.

His own mind, the other party actually guessed it all at once!

At this time, Wu Xiaoming suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. With a bang, he vomited out a big mouthful of blood. His body was like a cannonball coming out of his mouth. He flew up and hit the wall hard again. When he fell back to the ground, his internal organs seemed to split. The pain made him curl up into a shrimp, and his tears and snot welled up.

Vaguely, Wu Xiaoming hears the sound of Chu Yan's moving away.

"By the way, Mr. Wu, I don't want to see you again. I really hate your old face."

"Chu Yan!" Wu Xiaoming was so angry that he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. The hatred in his heart, even if he poured all the water from all over the world, could not be cleaned.

But after a long time, he gradually loosened his fist and breathed out a dejected breath.

He estimated that he could not get revenge for this hatred. When he faced Chu Yan, Wu Xiaoming only felt that he was a mole ant, even though he had been imprisoned for a full year in the deepest part of this frightening magic prison.

The other side didn't kill themselves, not afraid to kill, but lazy to kill.

I thought I had soared to the sky, but in fact, in other people's eyes, I was still like a mole ant. When I read this, Wu Xiaoming's inner humiliation could not be described in words.

Wearing a black cloak, Chu Yan walked out of the dark entrance of the abyss devil prison and stood in the sun again. When he breathed, it was no longer the smell of cold and corruption, but the fresh air. Chu Yan looked up at the sky and narrowed his eyes.

"The peace of Persia is the idea of huslamma. Why did you save me when I broke your capital, or do you want me to owe you a favor for this?"

After pondering for a moment, Chu Yan shook his head and walked down the mountain.

He had been waiting for his carriage for a long time.

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The moon is high, it's already midnight.

Although Chu Yan was restored to his status as Prince, a new prince has been appointed to the east palace. Moreover, he is sensitive to his status. He will leave the city at dawn and go to Persia. It is not suitable to choose another residence, so he is arranged to live in a deserted mansion outside the Imperial City.

From going out of the abyss to entering the mansion, what he contacted was just a petty official in charge of his trip.

However, a year ago, wherever Chu Yan appeared, he was always a guard of honor and a hundred officials came to see him. I'm afraid that the whole Nanyuan Prefecture was comparable to the Emperor today.

It was late summer and early autumn. At night, the air was cool. In this unpopular, dark mansion, it was even colder and uncomfortable.

In the bedroom, Chu Yan's body was immersed in the hot water of the barrel, and his arms were leaning against the edge of the barrel. He was in a trance. A creak came from the door. A moment later, a soft face came in and said timidly, "Your Highness."

On Chu Yan's face, a light smile appeared.

Not in the face of Wu Xiaoming's smile, now his smile, more than a trace of warmth.

"Come in, the water is getting cold."

"Ah Surprised, the girl quickly opened the door and came in with a bucket of hot water.

When she saw that the water in Chu Yan's barrel was still steaming, the girl couldn't help puffing her mouth and staring at Chu Yan angrily: "Your Highness is cheating again. The water is still hot."

Through the curling mist, Chu Yan saw the girl's slightly drunk face.

I haven't seen this girl in a year. She looks much thinner and thinner, but she is taller than Chu Yan's memory, and her body bone is also longer. Now she is wearing a green skirt, like angry, like happy, like shy, like timid. Her budding temperament of leaning towards the country and the city has begun to show, which is exciting.

Before that, I'm afraid I didn't even think that when I was 11 years old, when I was pacifying the northwest Lijin rebellion, the little girl who was saved by the rebels' knife would be so graceful now.

"It's really cold. If you don't believe it, try it." Chu Yan suddenly stood up from the barrel.

"Oh dear!" As soon as Xiao Pei's face turned red, he quickly reached out to cover his eyes, but he was in a hurry with a bucket in his hand.

Chu Yan doesn't care about her, so he holds her up, and then they soak in the hot water together.

Xiao Pei struggles in Chu Yan's arms. Suddenly, he hugs Chu Yan's neck and hugs him tightly. His body trembles and tears fall down: "Your Highness is back. Xiao Pei is very happy. He always thinks that he will never see him again. For a long time, Xiao Pei thinks that if he doesn't get any more news from his highness, he won't live."

Feeling the cold body of the girl in her arms gradually warming up, listening to the girl whispering, Chu Yan gently embracing her shoulder, silent.

At this time, she is the only one who is willing to accompany her.

Cool as ice spring autumn leaves, big abandoned house, small room, a kind of atmosphere called mutual help, slowly brewing.

After a long time, Xiao Pei quietly exclaimed, sat up from Chu Yan's arms and stammered: "temple, your highness, you wait a moment. The things you wanted before have been sent. Xiao Pei is going to fetch them for you."

Wet dress, close to the body, outlines the girl's exquisite body, feel Chu Yan's eyes, Xiao Pei's cheek red as fire.

"Go ahead and wipe yourself clean. Don't catch cold." Chu Yan said with a smile, his eyes still blinked.

Well, when she was rescued, she was only nine years old. She was a dry little girl. Now she is fourteen years old.