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Chapter 106

Xuan Cang was startled, he didn't expect Qin Shuhuang to call him at this time.

At this time, the maids in the room were not there, they should be busy with other things, only Qin Shuhuang was alone.

Xuancang quietly raised his head to look at Qin Shuhuang.

Qin Shuhuang was dressed in a homely indigo blue dress, sitting on a long couch, a basket of needlework was placed on a small table beside the couch, and on her lap was a crow-blue men's toga, which was almost finished. There are only a few stitches left for the neckline.

Qin Shuhuang stared at it and sewed it carefully and quickly. It didn't take long for the remaining collar to be sewn.

Trim off the last thread and the entire garment is finished.

Xuancang had already stood in front of Qin Shuhuang, he respectfully said: "Your Highness, what do you want me to do?"

Qin Shuhuang handed the completed toga to Xuancang, "Come on, try it."

Xuan Cang was stunned when he saw the newly made robe that Qin Shuhuang handed to him. Could it be that the robe that His Highness stayed up late to make for several days was for him?
Can't help it, Xuan Cang's eyes lit up.

He took the robe carefully, put the sword aside, and then unfolded the robe to try on.

The crow blue toga has fine stitches, cranes and cloud patterns are embroidered on the waist and hem of the robe, elegant and delicate, look at the thickness of this robe, it can be worn on the upper body in a few days, it is exactly the robe worn in autumn .

Xuancang always likes to wear black, and he mostly wears all kinds of black clothes and soft armor. Qin Shuhuang was afraid that he would not be able to accept bright colors, so he chose crow blue which is slightly lighter than black.

This crow-blue toga fits very well, as if it was tailor-made for Xuan Cang.

Not only the color but also the embroidery on the clothes matched him very well.

Qin Shuhuang nodded secretly. It seems that after all these years, her craftsmanship has not been lost.

Wearing the clothes made by Qin Shuhuang himself, Xuan Cang's dark eyes were filled with tiny joy.

Xuan Cang kept his face straight on purpose, but his heart beat faster. He asked Qin Shuhuang in a low voice, "Your Highness, how are you?"

Qin Shuhuang frowned, "That's right, it's very suitable, it seems that there is no need to change it, just take it off."

Xuan Cang took off the clothes carefully and handed them back to Qin Shuhuang according to his words.

Watching Qin Shuhuang carefully fold the crow blue robe, put it into a specially prepared exquisite brocade box, then cover the brocade box and put it aside.

The expectation and joy in Xuan Cang's heart suddenly disappeared. Wasn't the robe His Highness asked him to try on given to him?

Seeing that Qin Shuhuang didn't move, Xuancang finally couldn't help asking, "Your Highness, this robe is... for whom?"

Before he knew it, Xuan Cang's fists clenched in his cuffs were already clenched tightly, with distinct joints.

The robe was given to the emperor last time, but this one couldn't be the emperor's again. The emperor didn't like the color crow at all. Could it be that it was given to Gu Hongchao?
Apart from these two men beside Qin Shuhuang, he really couldn't think of a third one!
Hearing Xuan Cang's sudden question, Qin Shuhuang tilted her head and frowned slightly to look at him. She asked him to try it himself, and it was made according to his size. Doesn't he know who it was made for?
Qin Shuhuang looked at Xuancang solemnly and said: "It's a robe made for the king of Zhenbei. I will marry him as his wife soon, and I must do something for him within my ability."

After saying that, Qin Shuhuang blinked and stared at Xuan Cang.

Xuan Cang is King Zhenbei, her brother Can Wang, and the robes made for King Zhenbei are made for Xuan Cang. They are the same person, and she has clearly told Xuan Cang that these robes are made for him.

It's just that he can't wear it directly on his body right now, she needs to bring it to the Zhenbei Palace in person tomorrow.

Who knew that after hearing Qin Shuhuang's words, Xuan Cang's originally stern face turned pale in an instant, as if he had been greatly shocked, his body shook slightly, and his voice was difficult, "Your Majesty, I know, thank you for letting me know. It's not too early, His Highness will rest earlier, and this subordinate will leave."

After finishing speaking, Xuan Cang picked up his saber and turned to leave. He was afraid that if he left a second late, Qin Shuhuang would see the unwillingness and ferocity on his face.

The red hair band on the hilt disappeared from Qin Shuhuang's eyes.

Qin Shuhuang frowned, what's going on, she had already told Brother Can Wang that this dress was made for him, why did he become unhappy instead?
Doesn't he like the color?But the expression of joy on his face when he put it on didn't seem fake.

Qin Shuhuang was about to think deeply when Mrs. Rong Guo and four maids came.

Xuan Cang returned to the small courtyard where he lived in the eldest princess's mansion.

It was pitch dark in the small courtyard. Xie Zhuo and Xie Cheng were both busy at Zhenbei Palace, and he was sitting alone in the darkness.

The words Qin Shuhuang said kept echoing in his mind.

It turns out that the clothes were not for him, but for King Zhenbei...

Although King Zhenbei was himself, Qin Shuhuang didn't know it.

Thinking back a few days ago, His Highness personally cooked for him, they went to a hot spring village in the suburbs together, he taught His Highness how to ride horses, and that hot spring pool...

He thought His Highness had feelings for him... But now that His Highness suddenly wanted to marry King Zhenbei, he even started making clothes for King Zhenbei. Even though he hadn't seen him these few days, he didn't ask any more questions.

Could it be that what His Highness had shown before was just to tease him?

If His Highness knows that he is King Zhenbei, will His Highness be disappointed?I'm afraid I will be disappointed...

At this moment, a shadow flashed in Xuan Cang's heart.

Even if the fact is that he is the King of Zhenbei, he is jealous of himself at the moment, but he still can't help the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain on his forehead, especially the horrible scar on his forehead.

Rao Xuancang was a fortitude and could bear it, but he couldn't control the pain.

He involuntarily put his hand on the scar on his forehead, his face turned pale instantly, and countless beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The pain came in waves, each time more painful than the last.

In the end Xuan Cang couldn't help but tightly gripped the armrest of the armchair, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

By the time the last wave of pain passed, Xuan Cang's entire clothes were soaked with sweat.

He leaned weakly in the armchair, as if he had just experienced life and death, he panted heavily, and slowly let his body calm down.

When the scar was no longer so uncomfortable, Xuan Cang's eyes became dark.

His strange disease recurred again...

In the past, he would experience this pain every few years. As time passed, he gradually developed horrible blue and black scars on his face, and then this pain recurred more and more frequently.

From then on, he would suffer from pain once a year. In the last year, he was 22 years old and had pain twice a year.

It's just that in the last month, when it was time for him to get sick, he didn't get sick. He thought that his strange disease was getting better, and he was secretly happy for a while.

Tonight, it suddenly relapsed. Not only that, it was even more painful than before.

At this moment, Xuancang's heart sank to the bottom.

Every time he got sick, the horrible blue-black scar on his forehead would grow bigger.

Xuancang walked towards the bronze mirror with a limp body...

(End of this chapter)