"Hmm?" Xiyao looked up and met Sheng Mozhao's eyes, then realized, "No, I'm hungry."

Then he unconsciously picked up the chopsticks and picked up a soup dumpling and put it on Sheng Mozhao's plate, "You like it..."

No, how would I know what he likes to eat? And if I just give it to him directly, will he think I'm too casual?

Thinking about it, Xiyao immediately explained, "Well, I think this is a snack from Sheng Country. You are from Sheng Country, so you should like it."

Hearing this, Sheng Mozhao pursed his lips, suppressed his laughter, and nodded, "I really like it."

“Eat more if you like.”

The next meal was spent in which Xiyao again and again doubted his life because of his uncontrollable hands.

Those hands were like radars equipped with automatic detection. Following Sheng Mozhao's wishes, they took the initiative to pick up the chopsticks and put the food Sheng Mozhao liked to eat on Sheng Mozhao's plate before Sheng Mozhao even started eating.

Radar? What is it, and why am I using it as a metaphor?

Xiyao discovered that she had undergone many changes since she met Sheng Mozhao, and these changes were inexplicable and completely incomprehensible.

Therefore, after finishing the meal, Xiyao fled in panic amid Sheng Mozhao's words, "If I hadn't known that this was the first time the general was meeting me, and that the general seemed so familiar with my taste, I would have suspected that the general had already fallen in love with me, which is why he did this."

Only after Xiyao left did Sheng Mozhao burst into laughter. His Xixi was so cute!

Xiyao, who had been in a daze in the study for a while, was brought back to his senses by Zhuoran's voice.

"General, the assassination last night has been investigated. It was the guards bribed by Concubine Shu."

"Shufei? Why would she, the most favored concubine in the harem, kill Prince Chen?" Xiyao was puzzled, frowning slightly.

"Yesterday, the prince entered the palace early and sat in the imperial garden for a while. It was then that he ran into Concubine Shu and they had a quarrel. It is said that Qing'e, who was beside the prince, slapped Concubine Shu twice, which completely angered her. This may be the reason why Concubine Shu killed him."

"Qing'e..."

"It's the maidservant beside the prince."

"I think she is quite calm and composed. She would not hit Concubine Shu for no reason." Xiyao pondered and put the unopened book on the table. "Go and call Qing'e."

"yes"

Not long after, Qing'e appeared in front of Xiyao. Her respectful look made Xiyao confused, but then he thought, after all, he was the husband of their prince... Madam, so it was normal for her to be respectful to him.

"Did the prince suffer injustice in the Imperial Garden yesterday?"

After saying this, Xiyao was stunned again. Didn't his words already conclude that Sheng Mozhao must have been wronged in the Imperial Garden yesterday?

"It's not that I feel wronged, but..." Qing'e described Shufei's actions in detail, and thought to herself: This kind of thing that can promote the relationship between my master and the adults must not be missed.

After listening to Qing'e's narration, Xiyao clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into the flesh of his palms, and his face was tense.

"Zhuoran!" Xiyao picked up his pen and wrote a whole page of eloquent words. He called Zhuoran, who was guarding the door, in and ordered, "Hand in this memorial, and then pass on the order that His Royal Highness Prince Chen was frightened yesterday and had a heart attack. He needs to rest. Instruct everyone in the mansion not to approach the main courtyard without being summoned. Anyone who comes to express condolences or visit him will be kicked out."

"yes"

"General, why don't you go and keep His Highness company? His Highness has just arrived at the main courtyard and may not be able to adapt. Besides, His Highness doesn't like to be alone." When he is alone, he either sleeps or does something weird, which is a headache.

Hearing this, Xi Yao hesitated for a moment, then got up and returned to the bedroom, but did not see Sheng Mozhao. After asking, he found out that Sheng Mozhao had asked someone to prepare some wood and went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the garden.

Looking at the thick snow on the treetops in the courtyard, Xiyao was a little worried. "Did the prince wear the fox fur coat when he went to the pavilion?"

“No”

"Go, forget it, I'll get it myself"

"General, the prince's belongings are still in Beiyuan. Do you want someone to move them here?"

"......" Xiyao hadn't thought about this. When she heard the maid's question, she hesitated. "Forget it, just move over. I'll talk to the prince."

The maidservant left immediately, and Xiyao took out one of her own fox fur coats and took it to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

From a distance, Sheng Mozhao could be seen sitting on the ground without any image of a prince, gesturing with a hemp rope in his hand.

"Sheng Mozhao!" Xiyao couldn't help but raise his voice. Sheng Mozhao, who was immersed in his handicraft, was startled. He turned around and saw Xiyao walking towards him with anger on his face. He raised his hand and waved, grinning with a big white tooth, and called out, "General!"

“…”

The anger caused by worry disappeared in an instant, and my heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably again.

Xiyao walked quickly to Sheng Mozhao and pulled him up. In Sheng Mozhao's stunned look, he covered him with his fox fur coat. After covering him tightly, he met Sheng Mozhao's eyes and wanted to lecture him, but looking at those eyes, he couldn't utter a word.

"I know I was wrong, General~"

Sheng Mozhao came back to his senses and realized that it was because of him that he was sitting on the ground, so he apologized smoothly and softly, and softened his tone to prevent Xiyao from holding on to his pigtails.

The melodious call of "General" made Xiyao's heart tremble, and his long eyelashes trembled. A feeling of panic and not knowing what to do came over him.

"What is the prince doing?"

Taking a deep breath secretly, Xiyao struggled to suppress his frantic heartbeat and tried to make himself look a little calmer.

"If you want to make a swing, hang it here." Sheng Mozhao seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face all the time. It seemed that Xiyao could neither bear it nor move away.

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