There was a chuckle in the car, as if he was disgusted with a child, with an almost soft complaint: "...... Don't know each other? ”

Cheng Ying was stunned for a moment, and quickly sifted through the memories in her mind: "The people should know ...... Is it? ”

The sound of the rain was dripping, the smoke and rain were hazy, and the green silk carriage was stagnant for a moment, as if it had disappeared in the steaming water, like a dream.

Suddenly, Cheng Ying's embroidered shoes were almost soaked by the rain, and a wisteria branch stretched out from the green silk curtain, and the wisteria flower that was exactly the same as Cheng Ying's palm gently lifted the corner of the curtain.

The rain curtain is like a veil of snow, and half of the face is revealed after the fading prosperity of the imperial palace and the gorgeous purple.

So Cheng Ying's heartbeat seemed to be still at that moment.

Because she first saw a pair of light green pupils, such as jade without a trace of impurities, or the leaves on the wisteria trees in the Jiangnan courtyard, washed by the May rain.

Bright, pure, almost like the spirit of Liao Zhai's pen.

Then she saw Gangnam. This is a very strange feeling, even if the person only shows half of his face, the bone line is not shocking, after all, there is a Zhao Xixing on the celestial man.

But every inch of muscles and bones, every wisp of spirit, as if quenched out of a spring event in the south of the Yangtze River, still carries a clear mist from the smoke under the willows.

The rain in the north moistened his eyelashes, and also disturbed the dream of Dongting.

Cheng Yingyu seems to have fallen into a dream, under such a gaze, through the unreal mist, so visitors do not have to go to the south of the Yangtze River, they can grow old and know the wind and the waning moon.

Click. There was a slight sound. The wisteria branches were lowered, the curtain of the car was closed, and the car squeaked, and disappeared into the white rain curtain at the end of the palace road.

The iron door of the indoctrination hall was locked again, and only a touch of elongation remained.

Cheng Yingyu looked at the wisteria flowers in her palm, and her heartbeat was like this complicated raindrop, smashed all over the place, and after a long time, she sighed in a hurry-

"What a character."

Yes, in a hurry. Until nightfall, Zhao Xixing's thief climbed over the wall and entered the indoctrination hall, Cheng Yingyi still felt that his heart was up and down, and all kinds of uneasiness.

"Mandarin ducks?" Zhao Xixing was surprised.

If it had been yesterday, Cheng Yingyu would have scolded him energetically, but today he opened the door like he had lost his soul, let him in, and then he was worried.

Voice...... I think I've heard it somewhere. Cheng Yingyu poured tea for Zhao Xixing, and he didn't notice that the tea was full and dripping into his hands.

Zhao Xixing hurriedly took out the colored brocade handkerchief, gently wiped the water traces for the woman, and asked in a slightly worried voice, "But what happened?" Did the saint come to the church? ”

Cheng Ying wanted to speak and stopped. The visitor from Jiangnan seemed to know her, and her vague memory fragments also reminded her that this familiarity at first sight was by no means "first sight".

She was sure that the Western Zhou Dynasty had never seen this person. That memory has to be traced back to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the old people of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, with the position of Zhao Xixing as the crown prince of the Western Zhou Dynasty, for fear of causing unnecessary turmoil.

It was Cheng Ying who smiled and covered the past: "Nothing." It's probably raining heavily today, so I'm a little restless. ”

Zhao Xixing stared at the woman's face carefully, and his eyes flashed: "Mandarin Yuan, are you hiding something from me?" ”

Cheng Ying's heart almost jumped out. After thinking about it in an instant, he decided not to say this strange thing until he didn't understand the identity of that person, so he pulled Zhao Xixing's sleeve: "Why do you talk so much?" It's late at night, and Your Highness still doesn't stop? ”

So this question, regardless of the fact that the sky fell and the ground cracked, Zhao Xixing suddenly forgot about the stubble, and his eyes lit up with a smile: "What, the mandarin duck is urging the main hall...... Is the Red Candle Spring Festival short? ”

"Phew! Playing tricks again! Cheng Ying feigned anger and pursed the corners of her upturned lips, "You're not sleepy, I'm sleepy!" Dare to ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, how do you want to rest tonight? ”

The voice has not yet fallen. Zhao Xixing walked to the couch with a long look, lay down naturally, and calmly brushed away the ink hair floating in front of his forehead: "The main hall thinks ...... Very good. ”

"Okay, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to sleep on the couch, and the people will sleep on the ground." Cheng Yingyu seemed to know the virtue of this guy very well, so as if he had been prepared, he took out another quilt and spread it on the floor tiles.

Zhao Xixing's eyebrows jumped, but his face tried his best to suppress righteous words: "Although the palace is in a high position, the country comes first, and the people come first. If the second girl suffers from the cold because of this, the temple will lose compassion and waste the training of the heavenly family to cherish the people. ”

After a pause, Zhao Xi Xingwei shouted two words: "This palace orders you, come up." ”

The corners of Cheng Ying's lips twitched. I always felt that there was an ambiguity between these two words, but she didn't understand what was wrong, and she heard it all over her body anyway.

So he didn't bother to pay attention to the thief on the couch, he took care of the bunk, and was about to lie down, and he heard the sound of rustling beside him, and when he turned his head, Zhao Xixing also wrapped himself in a quilt and lay down on the floor tiles.

“…… If you get cold, the folk girl will have to lose her head. Cheng Ying glared at him.

Zhao Xixing didn't answer, his hands were busy. After dusting the quilt and dusting it again, he pinched half of the vanity of the wrinkles, and was about to lie down, when he seemed to remember something, he picked up his quilt and went in the direction of the woman.

"Yo ho! You go past, you go past! Zhao Shenyan! Cheng Yingyu almost jumped up, just like the cockroaches in the corner of the wall on weekdays, and they couldn't hide and win.

It's a pity that Zhao Xixing, a cockroach, is not afraid of gods, Buddhas and demons.

All the way to the edge of the woman's quilt. The two beds were attached together, and they were almost merged into a shop, so he smiled with satisfaction: "What you said is reasonable." The hall can't be cold, but it's a pity that I'm used to kicking the quilt at night, so I bother the girl to take care of one or two. ”

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth and said word by word: "Kick, be, nest?" ”

She almost forgot that the twenty-five guy in front of her, sometimes her face doesn't rise, and she can reach the realm of breathtaking.

Zhao Xixing nodded indifferently, got into the quilt, covered the quilt with a comfortable face, and heard the bunk next to him sneer: "Zhao Shenyan, how old are you and still kicking the quilt?" ”

The man turned his head, under the flickering candle flame, his moon-like face was flawless, but the bottom of his eyes was hot, with an unusually serious look, and he was right: "Yes, yes." ”

Cheng Yingyu couldn't take him at all.

After all, in the breathtaking realm, she can't win as a mortal little woman.

It's close at hand, and Lang Jun is like jade. Outside the window, there was the sound of drizzling rain, which made people's hearts more and more chaotic.

Cheng Yingyu bit her lip, she could hear her accelerated heartbeat, and felt that Zhao Xixing was lying down naturally with her face, but she didn't dare to lie down at all as if she had a needle on the quilt.

Thinking about it, she simply got up, brought a stack of nine-tooth nail rakes from the firewood room, and laid them across the middle of the two shops, met Zhao Xixing's surprised gaze, and smiled like a saved: "Your Highness has to be careful." In case you are not careful in the middle of the night, your hands and feet cross the line, heh, the teeth of the nail rake were only sharpened yesterday. ”

Zhao Xi suddenly had a sense of disappointment that the road was one foot taller and the magic was one foot higher.

But when he saw the woman lying down and closing her eyes, he was stunned: "Don't you extinguish the candle?" ”

"No, I don't. Afraid of being haunted at night...... Human-faced beasts. Cheng Yingyu turned around and responded lightly.