Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

Bian Ding watched Han Sa raised his head to dry up the bowl of chicken soup without a drop left, and finally licked his lips, raised his eyebrows at him and raised his chin with an unfinished expression, signaling him to hurry.

Bian Ding couldn't help laughing out loud: "Bless the new year to the lord, and the lord will bring you chicken legs."

"Bah!" The bowl in Han Sa's hand smashed over instantly.

With the sound of 'banging', Bian Ding turned sideways to give way, dodging the sip of his quenching, but took another bowl for him to serve.

Xiao Mubai's eyes swept over in response, Han Sa flattened his mouth and lowered his head.

Seeing this, Li Xinlan stood up beside him and spoke in front of Xiao Mubai: "Every year is safe, every year is safe..."

Shi Zhongfei was already lying on the table. Hearing this sound, he tilted his head, grinned and followed Li Xinlan, applauding and shouting, "Sui Sui Ping An, Sui Sui Ping Ping..."

The blue veins on Xiao Mubai's forehead jumped, and he pinched the center of his eyebrows.

Li Xinlan hurriedly called the servant to carry Shi Zhongfei down, and then called the maid to clean up the debris and leftovers on the ground together.

Bian Ding filled a bowl of vegetables, Bian Hao took wine, and the two went to the door to accompany Han Sa.

Bingwen glanced at Xian Li and Xiao Mubai who were still in the house, and walked over to Xiao Mubai with a jug of wine.

"This king doesn't drink." Xiao Mubai frowned.

"I'm here to make amends." Bingwen said "gudong" and said, "Some time ago, it was His Highness King Mo who was wrong."

Xiao Mubai picked up the teacup and took a sip: "You can question this king for Ah Chu, and it's not in vain that he trusts you so much."

Bingwen was still ashamed just now, but when he heard the word 'trust', he became devastated.

"Su Qianle has disappeared without a trace now, and I don't know how sad he will be as a big brother after Qian'an comes back..." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xian Li suddenly get up and carry a pot of wine towards the door. go outside.

Bingwen looked at her back with a stunned expression, Xiao Mubai sighed softly beside him: "You don't have anything to say, hurry up and coax."

Bingwen's face was startled, and then he reacted: "Does she have a brother?"

"If she wants to say it, she will tell you." Xiao Mubai walked out first.

Han Sa, who was eating meat and drinking at the door, was about to follow with a chicken leg in his mouth. Xiao Mubai turned his head and waved to him: "Play by yourself tonight, you don't need to follow this king."

Han Sa wanted to speak, but he still had a chicken leg in his mouth. Before he could swallow it, the white man Xiao Mu had disappeared.

"Okay, you don't have to be restrained anymore." Bian Ding patted his shoulder and joked.

Han Sa rolled up his sleeves and took a jug of wine in his hand. After swallowing the meat in his mouth, he finally opened his mouth to speak: "Grandpa, you kowtow to the New Year with what I drank today."

The three were holding the jug when they saw Bingwen carrying the jug and walking out of the house. Bian Hao was about to follow, but Bingwen shook his head at him and walked towards Xianli.

Seeing this, Han Sa made fun of him: "I don't have any eyesight to see."

Bian Hao rolled his eyes at him and sighed: "These two people, I don't know when they will be able to do it."

Han Sa said with a 'tsk': "I think Bingwen is going to have a lot of trouble. In the moonlight before the snow, the wine is poured, the love words are said, the drunken eyes are hazy and the cheeks are flushed..."

Bian Hao's eyes lit up: "You kid, what you said makes sense."

Bian Ding remembered the appearance of Xian Li leaning on the branch to drink, and snorted: "Which of the two of them is drinking, and the two are talking..."

Han Sa and Bian Hao had never seen Xian Li drinking gallantly, and they gave him a blank look when they heard his words...

Bingwen walked behind Xianli and looked at her desolate back. The hand that wanted to put on her shoulder shrank back, and he deliberately said in a complaining tone: "Since there is still a brother, why did you lie to me before? Say you're alone?"

There was a trace of panic on Xian Li's face when he heard the words: "Your Highness, have you already been told?"

Bingwen shook his head: "No, before he left, he said I was open-mouthed, I guessed it myself."

While Xian Li breathed a sigh of relief, a touch of disappointment rose again: "I've been looking for many years, although the lord didn't say it explicitly, I know in my heart that he is more fortunate than good."

Bingwen frowned lightly: "Missing?"

Xian Li sighed faintly at Yue, and drank the wine from the pot in one go, not feeling the pungency but feeling extremely bitter.

After a long while, she slowly opened her mouth and told Bingwen the dusty past, but she hid the unspoken life in the military camp.

"It's no wonder that you were asked to protect Su Qianle that day, and you would be so conflicted." Bingwen heard her mention that her father took her back to the mansion because he pity an orphan, but instead she waited for an opportunity to hide the so-called evidence in the mansion. Then he took a bite to testify against her family, only to end up in ruins, and he felt more and more pity for her in his heart.

At the same time, he also sighed that it was no wonder that he was attracted to her when they first met. The attraction had nothing to do with her appearance or her amazing dance, but the fetters of a similar soul, which made him fall deeper and deeper unconsciously.

At first, because she was from Xiao Mubai, the two tried each other out, trying to find out each other's purpose and background.

When Bingwen returned to Beijing in early Xia, when Bingwen learned that Xiao Mubai had become an ally, he was extremely fortunate.

Fortunately, he and her are not hostile.

Xian Li wanted to say that Su Qianle's death was not a pity, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered that he and Su Qianan had a great relationship, so he changed it abruptly: "Young master is too soft-hearted."

Bingwen still heard the hatred in her tone, changed the subject and asked, "Brother has some characteristics, maybe I can help pay attention."

Xian Li bent the corners of his lips with all his might, and mocked him with ease: "Young Master Bingwen is omnipotent in Xiao State, but my brother, after all, is in the army of Liang State."

Bingwen's eyes dimmed, and now his forces are following Anfeng's imperial guards, and Wentian Pavilion has basically opened all over the Xiao country.

However, in the end, it was limited to Xiao Guo.

Xian Li saw his weakness and patted him on the shoulder: "We have been separated since childhood. Even if he is standing in front of me now, I wouldn't recognize him."

Bingwen couldn't bear to see her look lost, and still comforted: "Is there no birthmark on her body?"

Xian Li's eyes were filled with mist, and he took the jug in his hand and took two sips: "He was also a pampered young man since he was a child, his body is fair and delicate, if he hadn't inherited my father's tall and burly stature, his skin would have I still want to..."

When she said this, she paused for a while, and Bingwen thought she thought her brother had entered the military camp, and then stopped abruptly.

He was thinking about how he could comfort him when Xian Li's words with a little emotion came in his ears: "When I was young, I fell from a height, and he was on the bottom, and the seven-star hairpin on my bun was printed on It was inserted into his left chest. At that time, it was completely embedded, and there was a lot of blood when it was pulled out. Now that I think about it, if it can leave a scar, it is probably the only mark..."