Dafeng's Night Squad

320 Meeting the Crown Prince (2)

The door of the courtyard opened. The green-robed servant was stunned when he saw Xu Qi ‘an. He stammered, “”You, you are ...”

“I’m your wife’s official Xu.” Xu Qi ‘an raised his eyebrows.

“Ghost!”

The manservant in green screamed and ran away quickly. Then, he found that he was still in the same place, and Xu Qi ‘an had grabbed the back of his collar.

“What are you shouting for? I’m still alive.” Xu Qi ‘an raised her other hand and gave him two soft but loud slaps. She asked, ”

“Does my palm feel warm?”

The boy in green believed that Xu Qi ‘an was a living person after feeling the burning sensation. However, he was curious as to why Xu Qi’ an’s appearance had changed so much, and why he was still wearing a mink hat.

you’re finally back. Lady Fu Xiang’s face is covered in tears every day. She’s depressed and has lost a lot of weight. The green-robed servant hurriedly tried to increase his master’s favorability.

Even though he was curious about the reason why Xu Qi ‘an had come back to life, he did not dare to ask.

“I’ll immediately inform her that you’re back.”

“Just tell her that there’s a guest and ask her if she’s coming out to drink with us.” Xu Qi ‘an said.

The green-robed servant quickly entered the depths of the courtyard and stood in the courtyard outside Fu Xiang’s bedroom. He shouted, “”Wifey, there’s a guest here, asking if you’d like to go out and drink with him.”

Fu Xiang didn’t reply, and the servant girl’s voice came from the room, “”Wifey’s body is not well and will not accompany you to drink. Who told you to open the door? do you want your dog paws?”

Xu Qi ‘an coughed. Lady Fu Xiang, you’re not accompanying me? I’ll be leaving then.

The room suddenly fell silent, followed by Fu Xiang’s trembling voice, “”Mr. Xu?”

His voice had changed so much that Fu Xiang was not sure.

“It’s me,” Xu Qi ‘an said with a smile.

A “ping” sound came from the room, as if something had been knocked over, followed by the servant girl’s exclamation, “”Wife, slow down ...”

The next moment, the door opened. Fu Xiang, who was wearing a long white dress, bare feet, and her black hair casually draped over her shoulders, pushed the door open and rushed out.

One person stood under the eaves, one person stood in the courtyard. The scene seemed to be frozen.

“It’s cold outside, let’s go back inside,” Xu Qi ‘an said helplessly.

Only then did Fu Xiang let out a wail and pounced into his arms with all her might, crying bitterly.

........

“That’s what happened. Not only did I not die, but I also benefited a lot from the disaster.”

Xu Qi ‘an sat at the table, drinking the fine wine of the Imperial Academy, and explained to Fu Xiang the ins and outs of his resurrection.

Fu Xiang was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her skirt was split, revealing her long, white legs. There was a bruise on her fair calf, and the maidservant was helping to apply the ointment.

She had run too fast just now and knocked into it.

Fu Xiang’s current mood was very complicated. She felt the joy of recovering what she had lost, but she also felt an unconcealable sadness and palpitations. Her heart was empty from beginning to end.

“As long as I think of Mr. Xu’s death in the line of duty, my heart still feels empty.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. You’ll feel bloated later.”

When the sun had completely set, a line of maidservants came in with a table full of delicious food, some flying in the sky, some swimming in the water, and some crawling on the ground.

The two of them sat at the table and drank wine. The topic of conversation was casual and had no main topic.

in fact, many scholars in the capital admire Mr. Xu. Yesterday, when a servant girl heard the news of your death in the line of duty from a guest of the teaching square, those scholars sighed and said that the Heaven’s End of the xuning banquet would end the future of Dafeng’s poetry world.

“Speaking of which, when I faced thousands of rebel soldiers and fought alone, I did write a poem when I was exhausted,” Xu Qi ‘an clenched her wine glass.

Fu Xiang’s beautiful eyes were sparkling, and a bright smile bloomed on her face. She was filled with anticipation.”I would like to hear Mr. Xu’s new work.”

He felt a little ashamed to be a plagiarist ... I’m indeed an upright man ... Although Xu Qi ‘an said that in his heart, he would not be vague when it was time to show off.

He was silent for a few seconds to calm himself down. Then, he slowly said, ”

“The young hero befriended the five heroes. Liver and gallbladder cave, hair rising, in the middle of a discussion, life and death together, a promise is worth a thousand gold.”

Fu Xiang looked at him in a daze, her beautiful eyes rippling with tears, charming and blurred.

He savored this poem in his heart. Although it was an incomplete poem, the image of him facing thousands of rebel soldiers and facing death calmly flashed through his mind.

She was becoming more and more obsessed with this man, unable to extricate herself.

don’t just stare blankly. I’m telling you that it has a purpose. Xu Qi ‘an tapped the table with his fingers.

“Purpose?”

Fu Xiang returned to her senses and looked at him with a dazed expression.

“Help me publicize it. The Imperial Academy is the most suitable place to publicize these glorious deeds.”

Governor Zhang actually didn’t add his words to the report, he was simply muddleheaded. Even now, no one in the capital’s officialdom or the Confucian sect had read his excellent works.

How anxious were they?

“...... Oh.”

After dinner, the maidservant boiled some hot water and prepared to serve Xu que in his bath.

“You may leave.” Xu Qi ‘an sent the maidservant away, leaving Fu Xiang alone in the room.

After Fu Xiang put on a thin veil and stepped into the bath barrel, Xu Qi ‘an took off the marten hat on her head.

It was a big, empty braised egg.

“Pfft ...”

...

Fu Xiang couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She leaned against the edge of the bathtub and laughed so hard that her body trembled.

What’s so funny? although I’ve become bald, I’ve also become stronger ... Xu Qi ‘an glared at her.

His hair would probably take half a year to grow back.

.......

Fu Xiang’s chest was not a chest. When Xu Qi ‘an’s head rested on it, it became a cushion.

If Xu Qi ‘an turned over again, it would be called face wash.

After taking a shower, the two of them lay on the bed and talked. Fu Xiang felt a little suffocated and had difficulty breathing. She pouted and pushed away the big bald head on her chest.