At dusk, Zhao Yuanting returned to the dormitory, and saw Xia Muyao sitting in the corridor in an orderly manner, and he felt relieved. was a little reluctant, thinking that Xia Muyao was a child in the end, and it must be stuffy to lock her up like this.

"After dinner, I'll take you out of the house to see the Imperial City Night Market." At dinner, Zhao Yuanting said to Xia Muyao.

Xia Muyao wanted to refuse happily, but she really wanted to see the night market in the imperial city, so she didn't say anything, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

In the end, it is a child's nature, playful, and curious, Zhao Yuanting smiled secretly.

After dinner, Zhao Yuanting ordered someone to send a few sets of new clothes over, let Xia Muyao change them, and veil her, and then took her out of the house together.

Xia Muyao originally resisted riding a horse with Zhao Yuanting, but when she thought of the excitement of the night market, she endured it.

However, the night market in the imperial city is not lively, there are no red lanterns, and there are no crowds one after another, all because of the sudden changes in Nanxia, the people in the city are still apprehensive, and the new dynasty has not yet been established, and everyone is not in the mood to sing and dance.

Xia Muyao looked at the few thin figures coming and going, and felt disappointed, the night market she imagined was not like this, the palace maid had told her how brightly lit the night market was, how lively and noisy, but the scene in front of her had a little desolation that did not match the season.

"This is the iniquity you have done, and the hearts of men are troubled and have no peace." Xia Muyao whispered to Zhao Yuanting, who was sitting behind him.

"Do you think that under your father's tyranny, people's hearts will not be panicked and at peace?" Zhao Yuanting replied lightly.

"If you become emperor one day, do you think you will do better than my father?" Xia Muyao said coldly.

"Then you will remember today's words, if he is the emperor one day, I will definitely be a benevolent monarch and benefit all the people in the world." Zhao Yuanting said in a deep voice.

"You are the second son, you have the eldest son above you, and it will not be your turn to be the emperor." Xia Muyao said with a sneer.

These words are tantamount to inserting a knife in Zhao Yuanting's heart, all along, the existence of his eldest brother Zhao Yuanping has been his concern and concern, and Xia Muyao has denied his possibility of becoming emperor in the future, which really makes Zhao Yuanting very worried.

But Zhao Yuanting didn't want Xia Muyao to look down on him, so he said: "The world is impermanent, you and I should wait and see." ”

Xia Muyao was stunned, Zhao Yuanting's words were clearly determined to win, so the corners of his mouth twitched, "Okay, I'll wait, it must be another bloody show." ”

The four words of blood, rain and bloody wind made Zhao Yuanting's heart flash a cold light, this little girl always seems to see through everything, he doesn't like this feeling, he hopes to dominate her, so he tightened his arms and tightly encircled Xia Muyao in his arms, "In two years, I will accept you as a concubine, how about it?" ”

"If I didn't want to, wouldn't you do it?" Xia Muyao didn't answer whether it was good or not, and coldly threw the question back to Zhao Yuanting.

Zhao Yuanting smiled, "Girl, a woman is virtuous if she is not talented, you are too smart and agile, so you will not be liked." ”

"I didn't want to recruit anyone." Xia Muyao replied indifferently.

Zhao Yuanting sighed secretly, it seems that he will never bargain for anything in the matter of arguing with Xia Muyao.

After the two of them took a turn in the night market, they found a night stall selling wontons, Zhao Yuanting hugged Xia Muyao off the horse, found a seat, and beckoned to the stall owner, "Shop, come here for two nights of wontons with leek and egg filling." ”

Xia Muyao had never eaten the food of a small stall, and she couldn't figure out what a wonton was, so she watched in a daze as the stall owner put something like dough into the boiling water, the charcoal under the pot was red, and a middle-aged woman was cutting leeks on the vegetable mound.