How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Xia Chu laughed out loud and took a big bite of the lamb chops. It seemed to be even more delicious than before.

"Give me two bites." Zhao Huazhang said hesitantly.

"You want to eat what I left?" Xia Chu shook the lamb chops, "Don't you mind?"

Unexpectedly, when these words were spoken, Zhao Huazhang blushed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Xia Chu leaned over curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Zhao Huazhang buried his head in drinking the soup, and his face seemed to become even redder.

Xia Chu made a wild guess in her head, wondering if she had thought of an indirect kiss? Could such a pure person have thought of that?

She rolled her eyes, squeezed in and sat next to Zhao Huazhang, tilted her head and looked at Zhao Huazhang, "What are you thinking about?"

So close... Zhao Huazhang's mind buzzed.

Their eyes met, and both of them could see their own faces in each other's eyes.

It was too close, so close that if he lowered his head, he could touch the place he wanted to touch. Zhao Huazhang's eyes darkened, and he moved closer as if bewitched.

Xia Chu opened her eyes wide and tried to retreat, but it was too late. A warm hand came down on the back of her neck, not strong, just weak, ready to break free with a single move.

But she did not dodge. Not only was Zhao Huazhang bewitched, she herself was also tempted by this face at close range.

The corners of her lips felt slightly warm, and the other person's breath gently sprayed on her face, and there seemed to be the fragrance of mutton soup.

Zhao Huazhang put his lips to hers and rubbed them gently, feeling a sense of satisfaction and excitement in his chest.

Is that all? Xia Chu lowered her eyes, wanting to play a little, but afraid of frightening others.

And her neck was a little sore, she slowly moved away, and Zhao Huazhang pressed her neck again, and their lips pressed together again. But Zhao Huazhang didn't seem to know how to do it, just pressed against her, not knowing the next step.

so stupid.

Xia Chu cursed inwardly. She raised her eyes and saw Zhao Huazhang also looking at her. There was shyness and nervousness in his eyes, which made her inexplicably feel a little distressed.

She covered Zhao Huazhang's eyes with one hand and held his neck with the other...

When the two came out after dinner, Zhao Huazhang's jawline was tightly taut, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Xia Chu touched his hot mouth with his index finger and felt it was swollen.

Qingsong glanced at his young master's expression and felt something was amiss. Was he happy or unhappy?

Sitting in the carriage, Zhao Huazhang felt a little addicted to it and his eyes lingered on Xia Chu's lips again and again.

"What are you looking at!" Xia Chu glared at him. If her face wasn't so red, she would have looked quite intimidating.

"I want to marry you right now..." He held her in his arms, unwilling to let go. He wanted to touch her soft hair, her rosy face, and his gaze grew increasingly intense. How could someone be so soft everywhere? It was as if she had no bones. Her face felt like it would sink under your fingers, and her hands were soft, yet she didn't look fat. Zhao Huazhang bravely pinched Xia Chu's fingers. They were slender and long, and felt soft to the touch. Her bones were very thin, probably only serving a supporting purpose.

"Master, we're here." Qingsong said outside and got off the carriage to wait. But after waiting for a long time, no one got off the carriage.

After a long while, Qingsong was about to shout again when he heard a crisp sound and shuddered. Why did this sound so much like a slap in the face?

A fight broke out? No way! Who's hitting who?

The car curtain swung open, and Xia Chu jumped out of the car, holding the hem of her skirt, and banged on the door angrily. A dog barked in the yard, and the gate opened.

Before Zhao Huazhang could reach out his hand and touch anyone, he was almost hit in the face by the door.

Qingsong lowered his head and glanced up at his young master. After hesitating for a long time, seeing that the young master was still standing at the door without moving, he dared to say, "Young master, please, please don't hit people. Miss Wang is so beautiful, how can she withstand a slap from you?"

Zhao Huazhang glanced back at Qingsong, then turned and stepped onto the carriage. "Go home."

After packing up, the Wang family hastily gathered two cartloads of New Year gifts. Jia Qingwu and Xia Chu boarded the carriage bound for Huizhou. Zhao Huazhang accompanied them for over twenty miles, still lagging behind.

Jia Qingwu glanced back and said jokingly, "Is Hua Zhang going to send him all the way to Huizhou?"

Xia Chu smiled and stopped the carriage. Cuihua saw that she was about to get off and quickly put her cloak around her.

Zhao Huazhang hunted for the rabbit fur cloak before winter and asked his grandmother's embroiderer to make it and send it to the Wang family.

Xia Chu was wearing a goose yellow dress inside and a white cloak outside today. She looked warm, soft and cute.

Zhao Huazhang saw the convoy stop and rode his horse to catch up. "Why did you stop? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, why are you still following me?" Xia Chu looked up at him with a sweet smile, "Are you really going to send me to Huizhou?"

Zhao Huazhang stammered, "I know it's time to go back." But his hands and feet were not under his control.

"Go back, I'll be back soon." Xia Chu didn't care about other people watching, she opened her arms and hugged him, "When I come back, you come to pick me up."

Zhao Huazhang tightened his arms and sniffed the sweet scent of osmanthus in her hair. "Okay."

Xia Chu returned to the carriage, blushing at Jia Qingwu's smile. She lifted the curtain. The convoy began to move again. Zhao Huazhang remained unmounted, standing there like a man looking out for his wife. Xia Chu, who hadn't been particularly sentimental to begin with, began to feel a little uncomfortable.

In her opinion, it was just a visit to relatives, but Zhao Huazhang's attitude still affected her.

"I'll be back soon." Jia Qingwu squeezed Xia Chu's hand. "Hua Zhang's appearance makes me feel at ease. He likes you so much, and your life will be easier after you get married."

"It's just too sticky." Xia Chu said hypocritically.

"What's wrong with that?" Jia Qingwu tapped her daughter's nose. "If I stick with you, I won't look for anyone else."

Xia Chu thought about how Zhao Huazhang, who was so love-sick, fell in love with someone else, and immediately said viciously, "He dares to find someone else! Break his legs!"

Jia Qingwu shook her head and laughed.

It was freezing cold, and Jia Junyang, concerned for his aunt and cousin's health, didn't rush. As the twelfth lunar month arrived, every town was bustling with lights and decorations. At this time of year, everyone wore smiles, carrying baskets and carrying baskets to prepare New Year's goods.

The roadside stalls mostly sell red spring couplets, window decorations, and red lanterns, which look festive.

On the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month, Xia Chu and her companions finally arrived at the Jia family and were warmly welcomed in.

"Cousin! Cousin! I miss you so much!" As soon as Jia Wanqing received the message, she ran out with her skirt lifted up.

The maids followed her fearfully, afraid that she would fall if she ran too fast. "Slow down, young lady, slow down."

"You're still so irritable." Xia Chu caught Jia Wanqing who had thrown herself into his arms and pinched her face affectionately. "I brought you a gift. Where's your sister?"

"Cousin." Jia Wanlin didn't run, but walked over quickly with the same friendly smile on her face.