A month later, Xia Muyao had become a little numb.

She was stunned all day, reminiscing about the past, or, talking to the wrench that Huerhe had left her, she didn't remember much of what he looked like, but she remembered his dark eyes and the stubble on his chin, and when he kissed her, his stubble made her little face tingle.

"You are the general of Beihu, what's the big deal?" Xia Muyao said to herself with her fingers, "I'm still the princess of Southern Xia...... It's just a princess of a dead country, and she is not even as good as a subordinate......" As she spoke, Xia Muyao smiled sadly.

She often put the wrench on her thumb and held it up in the air to watch, the sun shining on her white palm and the dark green wrench, as if they were transparent.

"What are you doing, prickly beard?" Xia Muyao asked softly.

At that time, Huerhe didn't do anything, he returned to Beihu, and returned to the border with Nanxia where he was stationed all year round.

As soon as he thought of Xia Muyao, the corners of Huerhe's mouth unconsciously hung a hint of a nonchalant smile, and all that lingered in his mind was Xia Muyao's small figure when she walked and picked up the corner of her skirt and fled on a moonlit night. Like an elf, she suddenly broke into his heart, stirred a ripple, and then disappeared irresponsibly.

Leave him alone, stunned, and miss him to this day.

Huerhe was afraid that he would forget Xia Muyao's appearance, so he found a painter and painted one portrait after another according to his description, but each one made him shake his head. In the end, he had to give up, he believed that no matter how good the painter in the world was, he couldn't paint the agility of that little girl.

He also believed that if he saw her again, he would recognize her at first sight. But will I see her again in this life? Every time he thought of this, Huerhe's heart ached.

There are still a lot of people trying to be a matchmaker for Huerhe, and his position as a wife is too tempting, but none of them succeed.

Since meeting Xia Muyao, Huerhe's position as a wife in his heart has already belonged.

It's just that he didn't know that the little girl he was thinking about was imprisoned in the General's Mansion at the moment, lonely all day long, and gradually depressed her will, but the 13-year-old little girl felt that she was going to be white.

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Another half a month passed, and the general's mansion suddenly became lively, and even the lunch was much richer, and the joy on the face of the servant girl who brought the meal could not be hidden.

"What's going on?" Even if she was locked up in the deep courtyard, Xia Muyao smelled an unusual smell in the air, she asked casually, she didn't expect to answer, and she never heard back to her casual questioning.

"General Zhao was proclaimed emperor, and he will ascend the throne one day, and the whole world will celebrate it." But the maidservant answered her in an unprecedented way.

When Xia Muyao heard this, her nerves, which had been dull and numb for a long time, suddenly jumped, Zhao Changgou was the emperor, and the Xia family changed hands, she would actually experience such a thing as changing the dynasty in this life.

Xia Muyao didn't eat that meal. Dinner, still the same.

At night, fireworks were set off in the General's Mansion, Xia Muyao stood in the small courtyard of the East Chamber, looked up, and the people in the dormitory were cheering, and Zhang Yaxian and others had already gone to the banquet hall to celebrate with their families.

Everyone's smile was open, but Xia Muyao's heart was like a knife.