Fast Wear: The Spare Tire Runs Fast

Chapter 122 The Young Master of the Marquisate’s Bad Ways 14

Xia Jinshu didn't look as healthy as she did in previous years, and both mother and son looked very frail when they were asleep.

But that’s just where we are.

The person who made the wish suffered a tragic death with his entire family, and this little suffering is just interest.

Yi Ang quickly made a hand gesture, and then saw a ball of light fly into Xiahou Zexi's head.

"Host, you didn't give him the memories of his previous life, did you?" Mu Mu had an expression that said you're doing something unfair again.

"Well, don't you think this is fun?

"It's funny to think that he was at the top of his class in his previous life and fell into the mire in this one."

Yiang looked at the cold palace with a malicious smile.

Mu Mu was confused and curious, wondering what was so interesting about letting Xiahou Zexi recover his memories from his previous life?

"Host, aren't you giving Xiahou Zexi the opportunity to deploy ahead of time?

What's more, he is still so young and has so much time. He has a lot of opportunities and time to make a name for himself, right? "

"Oh, do you think I will give the enemy a chance?" Yiang snorted with contempt.

"Then why did you give him the memories of his previous life? I really don't understand, and I don't think it's interesting at all."

"Mu Mu, in the previous life, Xiahou Zexi was the supreme emperor, holding the power of life and death.

But in this life, although he is a prince, he is as lowly as an ant.

Any palace maid or eunuch could beat him, humiliate him, or even kill him.

This kind of psychological gap, no matter how you plan or contemplate, is still a long way from that position.

To kill someone, you must first destroy their heart. What fun is there in killing them first?

A flick of the knife and a head is taken, which is boring.

When doing a mission, of course you have to have fun and make the wisher happy!"

Yiang patiently explained to Mumu, if you ignore the bad taste on his face.

Mu Mu suddenly realized, "Oh! Host, I understand.

It is like giving a starving beggar a big meal.

But they asked him to run a hundred kilometers first, yes, yes!"

Mu Mu excitedly asked Yiang for confirmation.

amount……

"Almost, almost..." Yiang yawned and answered perfunctorily.

"Call the shots, go home, and take a nap."

A few flashes without alarming anyone.

Others don't know that in this prison, there is a man with lofty ambitions, who is about to enter a life planned by Yiang.

……

What's going on? I'm back to when I was three years old?

But why is my mother in the cold palace? Why is it not different from the previous life?

Why didn't Duanmu Moyu come to see us? Why didn't he try to save us?

A pitifully skinny three-year-old child sat in the yard, exuding a cold and sinister aura.

The look in his eyes was mature and vicious beyond his age.

The child who is now very confused, depressed and confused is Xiahou Zexi.

Cough cough…cough cough…

Hearing the cough, Xiahou Zexi immediately turned around and saw Xia Jinshu standing by the door.

"Mother, why did you come out? Are you hungry?

The palace maid who brought food today hasn't arrived yet." Xiahou Zexi said as he ran towards Xia Jinshu.

"Xiao Xi, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly calling me mother? Remember, you must call me mother."

Xia Jinshu squatted down, touched Xiahou Zexi's head, and said gently.

“Um… I overheard the palace maids saying that other princes and princesses all have royal fathers and royal mothers.

And I only have my mother. Mother, why doesn’t father come to see us?

Why are we locked up here?"

Xiahou Zexi is very good at pretending to be a child, no wonder he was able to fool the Duanmu family in his previous life.

"Because mother was framed, your father allowed Xiaoxi and mother to live here."

"Then let's go talk to our father and have him investigate thoroughly, okay?

"Where's Grandpa? Won't Grandpa help us? Mother." Xiahou Zexi looked up at Xia Jinshu with his skinny little face.

Xia Jinshu choked when he heard this and didn't know how to respond.

In her previous life, Xia Jinshu's feelings for her son were far less than in this life.

Everything went smoothly in his previous life, and Xiahou Zexi was just a pawn used to achieve his own goals.

When she was happy, she would be coaxed and teased. She was a tool used to win over the emperor and the Duanmu family.

There are palace maids, wet nurses and eunuchs to lead the way.

There is maternal love, but not much!

But in this life, Xia Jinshu has always been the only one feeding the baby.

Bizhu changed her diapers, coaxed her to sleep, and raised her in her arms.

But occasionally Bizhu still has to go out to find food and do laundry.

At this time, Xia Jinshu has to take care of the child by herself.

Naturally, their feelings for each other grew deeper, and he felt even more sorry for his son, who had to suffer with him at such a young age.

"Xiaoxi, you are still young and don't understand many things. When you grow up, you will understand!"

Looking at Xia Jinshu's gentle and loving appearance now, she is somehow connected to the cruel and ruthless woman in her previous life who planned every step carefully and would never give up until she achieved her goals.

Xiahou Zexi lowered his head and said nothing, recalling the memories of this life.

But no matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't figure out why she was locked up in the cold palace.

Why is the deviation so big? The Duanmu family doesn’t want to help.

After all, three years old is still too young to remember everything. The only memories he can remember are about the cold palace and his mother.

He pulled Xia Jinshu into the house, climbed onto the stool, and poured a glass of water for Xia Jinshu.

"Mom, drink some water. Wait for Aunt Bizhu to bring the medicine back. Mom will stop coughing after taking it."

"Okay, Xiaoxi, you're so good. Do you still remember the words that your mother taught you yesterday?"

Xiahou Zexi thought about it and remembered an article he learned yesterday.

Because he was too young, Xia Jinshu did not ask him to memorize the text, which was understood.

I just used the book to teach Xiahou Zexi to read articles, just as if he was learning to read.

"Remember, mother, I will read it to you."

As he said that, he climbed down from the stool and ran to the table in another room to take out a book.

The Master said, "Those who are advanced in rites and music are barbarians; those who are behind in rites and music are gentlemen. If I were to use them, I would follow those who are advanced."

The Master said, "All those who followed me to Chen and Cai were not able to reach my gate."

Virtue: Yan Yuan, Min Ziqian, Ran Boyu, Zhonggong.

Words: Zaiwo, Zigong.

Political affairs: Ran You, Ji Lu.

Literature: Ziyou, Zixia. ..."

Xiahou Zexi sat upright and started reading a book.

Xia Jinshu looked at his son with great satisfaction.

At such a young age, he can actually remember so many words at once.

If there is an opportunity, you will achieve great things in the future.

No, I must contact Daddy and ask him to find a way to get us out of the cold palace.

Here, Xiaoxi has no way out.

As long as Xiaoxi can get out, there is still hope.

The money my father sent me is not much anymore.

I have to find an opportunity to send the message, Xia Jinshu thought to himself.

……

"Where's the young master?"

As soon as Duanmu Lingyue returned home, he asked the servants about his grandson.