The people of Xiluo Mountain Palace have always known the rules of Song Qingzhi, and after the spring festival, they must go to the nearest enclosure around. It's just that Song Qingzhi didn't ride a horse anymore, but rode a carriage over.

The fresh smell of grass and trees filled the air, and the carriages and horses had entered the paddock.

Su Meng in the carriage today has changed back to the little guard of the day, but his body is getting wider and his eyebrows are broad, and he doesn't seem to be like the little guard before.

Song Qingzhi's behavior always made Su Meng's heart tremble, but he still chose to believe him.

The rules are still the same as last year, only shoot targets, not hunt.

There are fewer people following this year, and most of them are just protecting them from afar, and they don't come to the two of them anymore.

When they arrived at the paddock, the two abandoned their carts and rode their horses, and went to the mountains and forests with bows and arrows.

The swaying pheasant heard the sound of arrows breaking through the wind in the distance, cooed twice, and flew up.

Su Meng no longer has the fear of his former identity, and he has also let go of archery a lot today, at first because he has not exercised for too long, his body is still a little stiff, and after the two of them shot down more than a dozen targets in a row, archery skills are gradually getting better.

The two men walked from west to east from the paddock, and the two walked side by side, as the sun gradually rose, and the fog in the early morning forest gradually dissipated.

Su Meng saw the target on the mountain above the branches, fixed on the horse, holding the bow in his left hand, pulling the arrow in his right hand, and squinting his eyes to look at the arrow.

Song Qingzhi was on Su Meng's left side, Su Meng's face was slightly tilted to the left, and Song Qingzhi was looking at half of Su Meng's side face.

Fine beads of sweat ran down Su Meng's cheeks, her face was comfortable and happy, her fair skin was shining with golden light, and when she put her right hand, a smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth.

Song Qingzhi followed his gaze and looked up, and saw that the arrow had hit the red heart.

The two had been in the paddock for more than an hour, and Song Qingzhi took the lead in dismounting and came over to lead Su Meng: "Tired, rest for a while." ”

Su Meng got off the horse with Song Qingzhi's men, and the two tied the horse to a tree, drank some water, and walked to the grass of the paddock together.

The place under his feet rubbed the grass and made a trembling sound, suddenly Song Qingzhi patted Su Meng's hand and made a shushing sound, Su Meng obediently stood still, Song Qingzhi quietly walked forward, covered the grass with both hands, and when he came up, a gray rabbit appeared in his hand.

The corners of Song Qingzhi's mouth rose, his eyebrows and eyes smiled, and he brought the little hare over to Su Meng.

The daylight had gradually sunk in the west, and Song Qingzhi came back.

Song Qingzhi walked in the door, Su Meng turned his head sideways to look at him, the sun followed Su Meng's side face, the golden light passed through his eyelashes, and his face was between half light and half dark.

Su Meng was also a little surprised: "This time it seems to be later than last time." ”

Song Qingzhi disagreed: "It's nothing, there was a delay on the way." ”

It's just that I've encountered some assassins who don't want to die, and I've dealt with them all.

Su Meng walked over, helped him take off his wide robe, and asked him, "Are you tired?" ”

Song Qingzhi, who took off his heavy robe, Song Qingzhi only wore a middle coat, surrounded Su Meng, and hummed in a low voice.

Now Su Meng's stature is about the same height as Song Qingzhi.

Su Meng seemed to have been accustomed to such a childish Song Qingzhi, smiled a little, patted him on the back and said, "Put on your coat quickly, be careful of catching a cold." ”

Only then did Song Qingzhi get up from Su Meng's body and obediently let him put on his regular clothes.

The longer he was in contact, the more Su Meng got to know Song Qingzhi, he used to only think that he was a cold Emperor Song, and later at some moments, he gradually showed his childish side, maybe he had carried too much in the past, and he never had the opportunity to show it.

When he dreamed back at midnight, Su Meng was also glad that he could be the defenseless person in front of him.

The wind and snow blew through the entire imperial palace of Qiguo, and the glazed tiles lost their luster in such a gloomy climate in winter.

Chaohua Palace gradually closed the palace door with a "squeak".

At this time, in another palace, a woman sat at the desk in the warm pavilion, facing a game of chess, she was dressed as a palace concubine, her hair bun was simple, there were not many pearls, and the most eye-catching thing was just the hairpin begonia stepping, and the Liuxia brocade on her body was lining her complexion, quiet and bright.

I saw her left hand against her chin, her right hand pinching the black chess pieces, the chess pieces rubbing back and forth in her hands, with contemplation between her slender eyebrows and eyes, and the game of chess in front of her, the black and white chess pieces were glued, obviously everywhere out of the encirclement, and everywhere there were killing opportunities.

But the strange thing is that in such a murderous chess game, only this woman is sitting at the desk alone, and there is no one opposite her.

The palace maid outside the hall walked in cautiously, as if she was afraid of disturbing such a beautiful beauty, and when the woman put down the sunspot in her hand, she stepped forward and reported the news that had just come today.

After hearing this, the woman raised her slender willow eyebrows, and picked up a white piece again, but at this time she pressed her right hand against her chin, and rubbed her left hand back and forth, and seemed not surprised by the news she had just heard, but did not reply, but fell into contemplation again.

After she played a few more times, the situation gradually became clear, the sunspot was losing and retreating, and the whiteness was pressing forward step by step.

She took a sip of tea, and the palace maid who reported was still standing next to her, and she waved her hand, which made the palace maid retreat.

The carved window was covered with a curtain, and she couldn't see the outside scenery, she leaned her head and looked at the window, but her eyes gradually became hollow, and slowly, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Finally sat there, as if asking, and his voice was soft and ethereal: "Why bother?"

Dian Cui was very puzzled by Yu's way of provoking His Majesty, but she had known Yu's temper since she was a child, and she especially didn't dare to ask at this time, and the entire Chaohua Palace was quiet for a while.

Yu has been sitting there since he came back, and no one in the palace dares to disturb except for renewing tea, until it gets dark, and Dian Cui dares to come in to take charge of the lamp.

The lights opened the inner hall, and Yu was still sitting there motionless, and finally Diancui walked over worriedly, knelt beside Yu, and asked the same question: "Niangniang, why bother?"

Yu finally came to his senses at this question, and raised his eyes as if looking far away, as if searching for an answer to this question.

When she was eleven years old, she met the prince for the first time.

Her father was awarded the title of Da Sima, and her mother was also given the title of Yipin, and she followed her mother into the palace to thank her.

On the way out of the palace, I saw a row of sedan chairs coming from a distance, and a young man in white was sitting on the sedan chair, looking intently at a book in his hand, which seemed to have been cut off from everything around him.

She watched her get closer and closer, her mother took her hand to the side to avoid it, her eyes were still fixed on the young man on the sedan chair, and her mother hurriedly whispered to her: "Bow your head." ”

When the row of sedan chairs was far away, she still looked sideways at the direction of departure, and finally asked her mother: "Mother, who is that?"

Naturally, the queen couldn't find out about it in Qinglong Villa.

The early dynasty has dispersed, and there is only one person sitting in the apse of the Taihua Palace, Song Qingzhi, and Liu Fu walked in with an internal official, saying that the queen went to Qinglong Villa to inquire about the news.

Song Qingzhi took a sip of tea and said, "Have the people of Qinglong Villa been dealt with?"

The internal official didn't dare to look directly at Tianwei, bent down and said, "Your Majesty, it's all dealt with." ”

Rather than having no news, there is a fake news.

Song Qingzhi asked again, "What about the paddock?"

There seemed to be regret in the tone of the internal official, and said: "Some guards on the side of the paddock have been infected with the epidemic due to misfortune, and now they have been quarantined, and they have stayed in the paddock to recuperate, I am afraid it will be difficult to return to the palace in a short period of time." ”

Song Qingzhi also said: "Since this is the case, let's stay over there and recuperate." ”

The smile on Qing Zhi's face was even worse, he took Zhan Zhan's hand, and the two of them flashed forward, and they turned into phoenixes, walking left and right, flying together.

And how many things in the world are insignificant to them, they are still the phoenixes above the nine heavens, and they are the sweethearts who have been with each other for tens of thousands of years!

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