Clayton Xie's Enchanted Feast Chapter 3

Two months later.

Jiangzuo, Phoenix Mountain, Xie Zhai.

Clayton Xie's coma lasted from midsummer in May to Mengqiu in July.

Without knowing anything about the outside world, he missed... watching fish and picking melons in May, and picking apples in the summer solstice; he also missed boating in South Lake and dipping lychees in June; he almost missed three consecutive days in July. The major festivals Qiqiao, Zhongyuan and Mid-Autumn Festival are all skipped.

Fortunately, it was just a close call.

In the end, Prince Xie relied on his amazing willpower and moved in an extremely coquettish way, getting stuck before the Ghost Festival, and woke up neither early nor late.

People who know Clayton Xie have said that this is indeed something that only Prince Xie can do.

Prince Xie is a stubborn master. It is not the kind of play that involves wandering around flowers and prostitutes, but the kind of play that involves living a luxurious and extravagant life, treating enjoyment as a career, and treating it as a passion. Twelve months a year, thirty days a month, he can play new tricks every day, ensuring the quality of life and living a happy life.

In other words, any fun he missed would cost Clayton Xie his life. How could he not try to wake up before the big holiday? Although he still missed the Qiqiao Festival, he still had the Hungry Ghost Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival waiting for him. This is called stopping losses in time.

When he first woke up, Clayton Xie's consciousness was still very vague, and he felt as if his body and soul were not in the same plane, which was indescribably uncomfortable.

But no matter how uncomfortable it was, it was not as uncomfortable as when he heard the maid whispering to him that he had missed many festive banquets.

Clayton Xie was lying on the plain vermilion bed, staring at the beaded curtain and green tent in a daze, as if he was reminiscing about the strange things in his dream, or he just simply didn't know what night it was.

When the housekeeper (housekeeper) and the medical officers came in with the letter, Xie Langjun was able to straighten up. Well, it was actually the powerful female servant who helped him up, allowing him to half sit and half lean on the tassel pillow, pretending that he could sit up straight. It's no different from the way he used to sit in a paralyzed position, as if he had no bones.

The diffuse sunlight shines through the sill hooked windows, bringing the comfort of the afternoon clouds.

The noble man on the bed has bright eyes like pink balls and white teeth, and the color of spring flowers like the middle moon. When not smiling, the eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the painting can be seen; when the crescent moon smiles, it seems to be imbued with the childishness of late summer, and it suddenly comes alive, like a human fireworks. No matter what the form is, every gesture and gesture is like a dragon and a phoenix, looking forward to brilliance.

The young medical officer apprentice followed his master through the door and boldly raised his head for the first time. What he saw was this scene.

The young apprentice himself couldn't describe how he felt at this moment, but the emotion of a court official could be heard inexplicably in his ears: Human destiny is destined by God, and some people seem to be born to enjoy this worldly wealth. Are you angry?

At that time, the young apprentice thought that the adult was referring to himself, but now he saw the legendary Prince Xie and realized that this was the protagonist in the words.

And, he finally found the words to reply to that adult - it was useless to be angry.

Prince Xie’s mother is the eldest princess of Zhenguo who has made great military exploits for the country. Prince Xie’s father is Xie He, a well-known literary giant in the country, not to mention the background of his father’s family and mother’s family... Prince Xie must at least have saved the world in his previous life, so that he could be born into such a good child in this life. He can be arrogant and careless, like a pampered little B@st@ard.

Clayton Xie only looked at the people in the room who were almost standing outside the open hall, and then put them down without caring.

As a matter of course, he enjoyed the service of the female maid, the medical officer's pulse diagnosis, and even when he was half-lying, he had to hug him from behind. Just like when he was in a coma, someone massaged and turned him over every day, dredged his meridians, and carefully asked him, as if even if he fell asleep, the world was still revolving around him, at least this was true for the Xie Mansion in Jiangzuo.

After the medical officers came forward to read them one by one and began consultation and discussion, Clayton Xie raised his chin and motioned to the elder to step forward slowly and looked at him politely.

The elder of the Xie family, also named Xie, is a servant of the Xie family. He used to work as a bookboy for Clayton Xie's grandfather, and was later assigned to take care of Clayton Xie's father, Xie He. After Xie He unfortunately passed away, the elder only I spent my whole life guarding my only husband. Watching the only child of the Xie family transform from a dough ball to a beautiful woman, holding him, pampering him, and feeling sorry for him.

Even though Clayton Xie was in high spirits at this time, the old man could still say with sincerity and sincerity, as if he was blind: "Our husband is in such a big calamity, and he doesn't even look good anymore. He has really suffered a lot."

Clayton Xie actually had no memory of what happened after he fell into coma, and he didn't feel that he had suffered anything. He just slept more than usual, and there was a sense of laziness in his bones. His body is still not in control now, and he can only tilt his head, like Mohele lying on his side, and said bluntly to the old man: "I'm fine, don't cry for me, it will give me a headache."

Clayton Xie's words sounded really annoying, as if it was a sin for others to worry about him.

But Zhai had always watched Clayton Xie grow up, and couldn't be more close to him, so he understood how unique his husband was. It's not that Clayton Xie is ungrateful, it's just that he doesn't know how to speak well. The old man thought, this can’t be blamed on our husband, because our husband should be so defiant!

"Why is Mr. Lang frowning?" The housekeeper was concerned again. He was very sensitive to any emotion that happened to Clayton Xie.

The medical officers below were obedient, their eyes were watching their noses, and their noses were watching their hearts. No one felt that this pampered prince was even remotely depressed. But the old man said that our husband is unhappy, which means that the husband is unhappy, and we must obey.

Clayton Xie didn't hesitate. He was indeed a little unhappy. He curled his lips, clasped his hands and counted with the old man: "I didn't eat the roasted goose, red bayberry, candied dates, loquats in May, and the flower white wine in June, Lotus seeds, chrysanthemum tea, big pink peaches, not to mention a whole summer of ice and snow lychee paste*, do you think I can be happy? "

By analogy, how many fun and beautiful things has he missed? There are so many interesting things in Jiangzuo’s summer.

As he spoke, Prince Xie really sighed, like a half-year-old child who imitated an adult and forced himself to talk about his sorrow. He didn't lack these, but when he thought that he had missed it this time and could only be satisfied in the coming year, his heart felt like it was drained of water, and he couldn't live in peace.

It's like he missed a hundred million, the sadness is so great.

The old man at home can still face such a heartless scene calmly. But some of the medical officers from the capital didn't know how to express their inner feelings. Although they had heard rumors that Prince Xie had a trick on his mind when they were in Yongji, they never expected that he could be so tricked.

Prince Clayton Xie was in Yongji, so everyone knew about him. Even if he didn't know his name, he must have heard of his nickname - Dou'er.

This is the nickname that has been used by successive emperors of the Daqi Dynasty since Taizu. From this simple nickname, we can see the biggest expectation of the entire royal family for Clayton Xie: a humble name can make a living.

As long as Clayton Xie can live a long and happy life, it will be his greatest contribution to the entire family and his true feelings.

According to unreliable sources, when Emperor Wen, who was Xie Shizi's cousin, was pierced by thousands of arrows on the battlefield, the last thing he said was not the pregnant queen, nor Lin'er in the queen's belly, but... .."The pig is going to be sad."

The resounding notoriety of "Dolphin" spread from Da Nei to the whole country. He was the only Ya Nei who was not beaten to death according to Taizu's ancestral precepts.

The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty were naturally very dissatisfied with the fact that several emperors had been obsessed with such a playboy. However, Xie Yanei was so incompetent that he could not even bully men, dominate women, or use power to bully others. Just like Maxwell, who was ignorant and unskilled, he was incompetent in literature and martial arts. Even reading a book from him seemed like bullying the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Really disabled, according to "Compendium of Materia Medica", there is no cure for brain-dead people.

Take for example the fact that Clayton Xie was instrumental in rescuing someone in Jiangzuo two or three years ago.

Clayton Xie accompanied Emperor Wen back to Jiangzuo to worship his ancestors. No one knew exactly what happened at that time. In short, the news that came back to Yongji was that the official family was in danger, but fortunately it was not serious. Because Clayton Xie didn't know anything and was young, he inexplicably blocked the sword for Emperor Wen. Before the conspirators in the court could figure out whether this was fake news deliberately fabricated by Emperor Wen in order to build momentum for his cousin's title, Clayton Xie had already used his rescue efforts to switch sides with Emperor Wen.

A street located next to the palace of my hometown, which has been uninhabited for a long time in the wilderness.

Clayton Xie did not push for more than he deserved, but he only equated Emperor Wen's life to a deserted street, which is quite embarrassing. The little plots and tricks of the adults were just aborted, and it was hard to laugh or cry.

No matter how venomous and mean the veteran minister was, he could not speak out about this matter, so in the end he had no choice but to let it go.

I don’t know who it was, but he sneered unwillingly, Is there something wrong with Prince Xie’s brain?

Then, after changing hands several times, the words spread like wildfire and became known throughout the country. The word "fear" was also thrown away, which directly means that the prince has a problem in his head.

Several medical officers compared Clayton Xie's various behaviors after waking up, and they finally confirmed that there was a trap. This is not the crown prince, he is just a persimmon, right? !