Chapter 217 Xishan Layman

Wuying was waiting outside the palace. When he met the prince, he greeted him as usual.

Since the beginning of winter, Xiao Mo has been riding in a carriage except when he was on horseback inspecting the camp outside the capital or training troops.

"Master!" Seeing the other party pass him and walk straight forward, Wuying couldn't help but call out.

Xiao Mo took a few steps before turning around and saying, "Let's go back." There was even a hint of indulgence in his expression.

"Oh, okay." Wuying looked at the prince entering the carriage, feeling a little strange for a moment.

After following his master for a long time, he has become accustomed to judging the current situation by the other's expression.

Ever since Ren Shenglai went to Nanyang Prefecture, the master frowned every time he left the palace. Fortunately, his bad mood did not come back to the palace.

But today the prince did not show any obvious displeasure on his face, and was even much friendlier to him.

Zhi Wuying sensed something different. If the prince was struggling with contradictions before, he was undoubtedly completely relaxed today.

It's like completely removing something that's been weighing on me.

The carriage rumbled forward, not heading towards Duke Chengguo's Mansion, but towards the Crown Prince's private residence in the capital.

The man who kidnapped Chen Shuyao last time has been living in the house for some time. After Xiao Mo arranged for him to stay here, he no longer cared about it.

He suddenly came at this time, and Wuying was a little excited for a moment.

That night he followed the prince and followed the traces left by this person until he found the prince's wife.

It was he who kidnapped the people, and it was also he who left traces for them to find.

How could such a contradictory person exist? What was his real purpose?

Wuying knew that the other party had some abilities and might even be on the opposite side of their stance.

It's just that the prince arranged this person in the house casually, and the key is that he himself was very patient and didn't make any trouble for such a long time.

When they arrived, Xi Shan was sitting by the small pond behind the house fishing.

Tian Qi, the old woman who previously took care of Miss Yun Ling, is now responsible for Xi Shan's food and daily life.

He would point to the man sitting in the cold wind and say to his master, "Over there!"

Tian Qi's voice was filled with resentment. She had never seen such a strange person.

Wuying listened to the whistling sound of the wind beside his ears, and then looked at the small pond with endless falling snow, and couldn't help shivering.

I thought to myself that this person might be sick.

What kind of fish should you catch in the cold winter?

Xiao Mo walked to Xi Shan and looked at him. He saw that there was a layer of snow on his head and his lips were frozen purple.

He reached out and knocked on the edge of the other person's hat, "Stop playing tricks and go in!"

Xishan, also known as Xishan Jushi, was originally a capable person beside Zhu Ruilin. He had some martial arts skills and understood the art of Qimen Dunjia.

Rumor has it that the Xi family is a hermit family. Their most powerful skill is fortune-telling, and they can even predict the appearance of an emperor.

The ancestors of the Xi family had served several emperors.

When people in later generations learned of their abilities, some with ambitions to become emperors would go to great lengths to find the descendants of the Xi family and force them to stay with them. This would also help them to show off their own inherent potential as emperors, thereby luring more people to follow them.

This talent of the Xi family forced them to hide their identities and eventually scatter everywhere until the entire family was destroyed.

It was not his turn to capture Chen Shuyao this time, but Xishan volunteered.

This is the information Xiao Mo received.

Xi Shan turned to look at the man beside him, seemingly unsurprised: "The general is finally willing to see me."

Xiao Mo said calmly: "I have something to ask you."

Xi Shan brushed off the snow on his body and followed the others into the house with a bright look on his face.

Tian Qi asked the maid to prepare a charcoal basin and boiled a pot of hot tea for the two of them before she left.

Xiao Mo didn't stay in there for long. He came out in less than a cup of tea.

As for what the two talked about, no one knows.

By the time they returned home, it was already time for lighting the lamps.

By this time, a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the ground. The sky was hazy and the snow was still falling. When it fell on the head and shoulders, it looked damp.

There were still some snowflakes on the man's body that had not yet melted, and they were all shaken off in the corridor.

"Why don't you have an umbrella?" Chen Shuyao heard the maids calling the young master and poked her head out from the window.

Xiao Mo saw her and said with a smile, "The snow is not heavy, it won't be a problem." As he said that, he stepped in.

As Chen Shuyao helped him pass the cloak he had taken off to the maid, she asked, "It seems you'll be back late today. It's snowing, and I was worried!"

The prince reached out his hand to touch his wife's face, causing her cheek to feel cold. He smiled and retracted his hand.

Outside, Nanny Zheng asked at the door if they wanted to set up the meal, and Shen Shuyao smiled and nodded.

The man wiped his head and face, and soon the two of them sat down at the dinner table together.

The lights were on in the room, and there was a hot pot on the table. Shen Shuyao's face was red from eating. She looked up and saw that Xiao Mo had put down his chopsticks at some point. When he saw her stop, he put another piece of meat in her bowl and said, "Eat more!"

Chen Shuyao felt a little embarrassed. She was actually full, but seeing that the dishes on the table were her favorites, she ate some more.

She took a few bites and saw that the man opposite was still looking at her, so she helped the man pick up a piece of meat and said, "Then you should eat more too."

Finally, when the two finished dinner and looked outside, it was already dark.

It was snowing, so the evening walk couldn't go on. Shen Shuyao was walking around the house, so the man suggested, "My husband will take you out for a walk."

Seeing her eyes suddenly become bright and sparkling, she smiled for a moment.

Since she became pregnant, Wang has been constantly reminding the people around her, causing all the maids in Yan Yu Hall to be very cautious and not dare to let her go far.

Chen Shuyao changed into deerskin boots suitable for walking in the snow. Xiao Mo took the cloak from the maid and helped her tie it on, then took her hand and walked out together.

The Chengguo Mansion was quiet on a snowy night, and Shen Shuyao's hands were wrapped by a man.

She looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and couldn't help but stick her head out from under her red cloak, letting the snow fall on her face and hair.

The man reached out and touched her head, smiling helplessly.

Seeing his wife's high spirits, he couldn't help but suggest, "Do you want to go to the plum garden?"

Speaking of the plum garden, he smiled and looked at the person next to him.

The maids were holding lanterns in front, and it was white everywhere, but it didn't feel dark.

Shen Shuyao also felt the man's gaze. She thought for a moment, took out the small ball from under her clothes, handed it over and said, "Help me open it quickly."

Xiao Mo was stunned. "You haven't opened it before?"

Under Shen Shuyao's awkward gaze, he reached out his hand, pinched the young lady's fingers and tapped a few places, then made a click, "Now, can you see clearly?"

Shen Shuyao looked into the round sphere and saw the medical record clearly.

Facing the young lady's confused gaze, Xiao Mo took out the medical records and asked, "Do you still want to keep them?"

She shook her head.

The man quickly took the lantern from the maid and lit it with the fire inside.

He raised his hand again, and the ashes flew away without a trace.