Are you tired of being a direct descendant and want to sweep the streets?
The night breeze is gentle, carrying the rich fragrance of osmanthus.
Intoxication makes people want to get drunk.
Xiao Xian held Shen Mingzhu in his arms, drank the wine in her cup with her hand, and said with a smile: "Although we are living in seclusion now, this life is more comfortable than being an emperor."
Hidden households are those who, in order to avoid paying taxes, have no household registration and are registered under the names of wealthy families who do not need to pay taxes.
Of course he just said it casually.
Even if he is not a prince, Shen Mingzhu has prepared many identities for him, and no matter which one he is, he will not be humiliated.
He was happy, and Shen Mingzhu was naturally happy too.
After all, how many men in the world are willing to abandon their glory and wealth and fly away with her?
Not to mention abandoning Xiao Che in his previous life, he couldn't even share wealth with her.
For people who are struggling, sharing hardships and blessings is difficult. This is the bad nature of human beings.
Rich people fly away when disaster strikes.
Those who struggle are prone to adversity and find it difficult to enjoy happiness.
To put it bluntly, there is one reason: selfishness.
From here, she felt that Xiao Xian was truly selfless and he put her first in his heart. For him, he would not be the emperor or risk his life.
It takes only three lifetimes to meet such a man.
She felt very sweet in her heart, and her voice became gentler, sweeping away her previous cold demeanor.
At this time, the shocking words rang out again, "Your Majesty, Miss, the Prince is here."
Xiao Che?
The secret guard in the dark originally wanted to complain about this subordinate's lack of eyesight. Didn't he see that the prince and the eldest lady were deeply in love? Maybe they could create a little prince and a little princess as soon as possible. What are you trying to do?
It's lively.
As a result, no one said anything when they heard that Xiao Che was coming.
Xiao Xian frowned slightly and tilted his head slightly. His flawless profile was revealed in the warm yellow light. His snow-white cheeks were slightly red due to the smell of alcohol.
A word popped into the subordinate's mind: Beautiful and delicious.
He was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and tried to die.
This is the prince.
Xiao Xian smiled slightly, and his smile was alluring.
"He will join in the fun." He muttered, and then said to Shen Mingzhu: "Why don't we go scare him."
What he said makes sense.
Shen Mingzhu is "dead" and he is also crazy.
Xiao Xian in the Dabei Temple in the capital is actually a liu-shang substitute. He is very skilled in swaying. If someone tries to test him, he can handle it.
Qushui went to Daizhou for business and will come to Fengcheng soon.
Otherwise, it might be better to let him pretend to be himself.
If Xiao Che saw him, he would definitely think that he was pretending to be crazy and acting stupid just to gain the throne. By then, I am afraid that the entire Fengcheng would be in trouble.
Now his and Shen Mingzhu's identities cannot be exposed, otherwise the world will be in chaos.
Shen Mingzhu chuckled, "He's not worthy yet."
She thought for a while and said: "It's better to let the substitute take over. Let's go to another place to drink. We don't have to let them spoil the fun."
To her, Xiao Che is nothing now, just a symbol.
No matter whether he is a prince or a prince, it’s just this time.
Seeing her like this, how could Xiao Xian not be happy in his heart? He moved closer to her with a coveted face, smiling slightly, his eyes were blurred and bewitching, with a charming charm.
"Mingzhu, why don't we hide out and get married, and then come back after the baby is born and sent to Daizhou."
His voice is low and soft, somewhat dull due to drinking, but it is charming and sultry.
