The young husband immediately stopped and hugged Leng Changxi tightly. The smile faded from his lips, he gently raised his eyes to look at the eaves, and then said to Leng Zhanchen casually: "Leng Zhanchen,
You go back first, I want to change little Bao'er's clothes, and we can catch up on old times during dinner later."
"Well, just in time, I went to clean up. I just came back. I saw my parents and came to see you. I haven't had time to go back to the house to have a rest!" Leng Zhanchen said it very naturally, as if he didn't hear that.
The sound is normal.
It's just that the sound was too sudden. Even Leng Changxi, a child as big as P, heard it clearly, but at this moment they remained calm. At this moment, she seemed to see something in these two and a half-year-old children that did not belong to them.
They are deep and scheming at this age.
Leng Changxi's heart suddenly sank, and she actually felt a little bit sad.
The little husband teased her and walked into the house as if nothing had happened: "Little Bao'er, we are going back. If we continue to play, we will get typhoid fever!"
Leng Changxi looked at him with curled lips, her eyes full of blame and grievance, and a hint of heartache that even she herself could detect.
The young husband walked into the house without closing the door, comforting her and patting the snowflakes on her body. Then he took off Leng Changxi's little cloak and changed into a small cotton-padded jacket.
"Now that you're here, why are you still hiding?" The little husband picked up Leng Changxi, his still childish voice was cold. This was the first time she had seen such a little husband, so strange, so strange.
The distance made her feel chilly in her heart. It was not until this moment that she really considered a question: who was this little husband and why he was willing to be her child adopter. Apart from the little knowledge she had of him during this period
Besides, Leng Changxi knew nothing about him. It seemed that although his fur was warm, it was stupid to not know whether he was a tiger or a rabbit.
"Master Yuan!" The visitor walked up to the young husband with light steps and saluted.
The young husband squinted his eyes, seemingly not recognizing this person, but knowing his identity: "What's the matter?"
"On the tenth day is Empress Dowager Wei's birthday, and this servant was ordered to pass on the secret order for the young master to enter the palace." The visitor was dressed in white, and his high-pitched voice made Leng Changxi tremble all over, and goosebumps fell all over the floor.
The identity of this person was self-evident, and some speculation in her heart was quietly sprouting, but it was buried under a thick cloud of doubt.
"When will you enter the palace?" The young husband's voice was cold and indifferent, as if this was the real him.
"Five days later." The man in white replied in a sharp voice.
"I understand, you go back first!" The young husband glanced at him lightly, turned around and took her back to the inner room.
In an instant, she and her husband were the only ones left in the house again. Except for a small patch of water stain on the ground, which proved that there was an extra person here, no trace was left.
"Haha, Mr. Yuan, it seems that your good days are coming to an end?" A joke suddenly sounded in the empty room.
Turning her head to look, she saw Leng Zhanchen, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. Leng Changxi understood instantly that Leng Zhanchen had just left on false pretenses.
"You seem to be very happy?" the young husband smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. This was the first time Leng Changxi had seen him like this.
"Well, to be honest, a little bit." Leng Zhanchen pretended to ponder for a moment and said jokingly.
Just when the little husband was about to get angry, he said coolly: "This way, there won't be a person who pretends to be an adult even though he is still a child, following me all day long asking for competition!"
Upon hearing this, Leng Changxi was secretly happy. It was indeed the style of her young husband!
"In the future?" The young husband seemed to have heard the important point: "Are you not going back?"
"I came back from my studies here to serve you specially!" Leng Zhanchen spoke slowly, bowed politely, and looked at the young husband with a smile in his eyes.
Obviously this answer made the young husband happy. He rushed to Leng Zhanchen in a few steps: "You really don't want to leave?"
"I'm not leaving, but Young Master Yuan seems to be leaving soon!" Leng Zhanchen slowly walked into the room, sat at the table and got himself a cup of tea.
"I'm just returning to the palace this time to celebrate my birthday. It shouldn't take too long." The young husband was teasing Leng Changxi while he was holding her in his arms, while she listened quietly to their words, foreboding that she was about to know something.
"That's not certain, who put your identity here?" Leng Zhanchen said calmly: "The future prince!"