Chapter 18: Like a self-enclosed hedgehog

At noon, Cheng Jingxi rarely did not fall asleep, but was pulled out by Ye Huaiyu in a carriage.

Princess Jiayue grew to be sixteen years old, and the first time she left the palace was to get married, and she only looked at it twice from a distance in the wedding car outside the palace gate, and then she was covered by a red hijab, which was equivalent to not looking at anything.

Cheng Jingxi didn't know what purpose Ye Huaiyu took her out for a walk, but she didn't have to sleep in the courtyard left and right, so she was happy to do it.

"Where is the husband taking me?" The carriage walked slowly on the street, Cheng Jingxi slightly lifted the curtain on the car window, peeked at the people coming and going, and asked casually.

Ye Huaiyu held a book of words in his hand that he didn't know where to go, and responded to her wholeheartedly: "Your Highness looks at where it is pleasing to the eye, we will go!" ”

Cheng Jingxi licked her lips, and her tone suddenly became a little difficult, "I have never been out of the palace, and after marrying into the Shuai Mansion, I have been stuck in the small courtyard every day, how do I know where to go?" It's very pleasing to the eye when I look at any place, but I can't stop everywhere and take a look, right? ”

Ye Huaiyu slowly put down the book in his hand and raised his eyes to look at her, maybe it has been a while since he looked at her, looking at her in the past few days, as if he had become accustomed to it, he didn't have the thrilling feeling he had when he first saw him, and even at first glance, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it.

It's a terrible word to take for granted.

With a move in her heart, Ye Huaiyu blurted out and asked her, "Does Your Highness want to go down for a walk?" ”

Cheng Jingxi's eyes lit up for a moment when she heard this, and then it darkened again, and the hand that lifted the curtain suddenly became a little sore, so she put it down and moved, and the scene outside was isolated as the curtain was lowered, and the noise was quiet, she was also a little absent-minded, and quietly replied: "Forget it, there are a lot of strange people." ”

There are a lot of strange people, and when they get out of the carriage, they have to wear a mask.

Other official wives went out to cover their faces because they didn't want outsiders to desecrate their faces, but she was afraid that others would see them.

Princess Jiayue of Dazhao has a perverse temperament, she wants to kill people and set fires at every turn, and she is not good-looking.

People who don't look good will do everything like they're making mistakes.

Ye Huaiyu seemed to understand the meaning of her words, but did not give any comfort, but thought for a while, and said to her: "Your Highness, how about we go to the suburbs?" ”

"How's it going in the suburbs?"

Ye Huaiyu said: "If there are not many people in the suburbs, no one will come to disturb them." ”

Although Cheng Jingxi suddenly had some rebellious psychology, she couldn't afford to get over the hurdle in her heart, so she had to be willing to do it, and said happily: "Okay, His Royal Highness likes secluded places with few people!" ”

After getting along with Cheng Jingxi for a long time, Ye Huaiyu has already figured out a little way, she is a princess who is not very much like a princess, if she is happy on weekdays, she is very informal, calling herself "I", how I am, how I am, but if I am not very satisfied, or even wronged, I call myself "His Royal Highness".

It's like a thorn on a hedgehog's body, holding the soft inside of the wounded, stubbornly closing itself.

Ye Huaiyu thought silently, this is a bit tricky......

"It's just that I have to grieve His Highness's stomach, the food in the suburbs is far less good than in the house!"

Cheng Jingxi said honestly: "When I was in the palace, my father often went hunting, and some of the game he caught would be put in the imperial dining room, and some would be secretly given to me after it was processed, and I would roast it on the fire in my own palace and eat it." At first, the pickling was not good, and I felt that the meat was like firewood, so I didn't like it very much, but it was still acceptable. Later, the recipe was improved, and when it was baked again, it could be shared with the autumn color eaten in the vegetarian day. ”

Ye Huaiyu listened with great interest, "I can't imagine that His Royal Highness's days in the palace can be so wanton." ”

Cheng Jingxi's face softened for a moment, "Actually, I didn't feel free for long." ”

My father was not in good health, so he stopped hunting, and within two years, he went.