In the past, she would wake up lazily at three o'clock every day, so she remembered the self-reminder before going to sleep last night, and she really didn't sleep too deeply.

But she didn't know that his movements when he got up were so light that she didn't feel anything at all.

So, still missed it?

As far as the eye could see, he caught the nightgown he had changed, and there were a few shallow blood marks on the back of the clothes.

She understood in an instant.

He was indeed scratched by her last night.

Lifting the quilt and getting out of bed, she casually took the clothes from the shelf and put them on her body, and the hair that was scattered down was not combed, so she ran out of the dormitory with her skirt.

The wind in the early morning is the softest, but it is also mixed with coolness.

Su Xi pulled the placket of his shirt and wrapped himself tightly, and his steps were very fast, gradually getting faster and faster, as if he was eagerly chasing something.

Just ran all the way to the top of the imperial city tower, and she finally stopped.

The last time he took her here to wait for Ling Yuan, she found that this was the tallest watchtower in Kyoto, and she could see the farthest place.

So she felt that she should be able to see his last figure from here.

When he looked up, he saw desolation.

The reason why it is called desolation is because there is no him in the whole prosperity.

Su Xi thought that he didn't look very carefully.

She reached out and rubbed her eyes, looking at them again.

As far as the eye could see, she couldn't be more serious.

But he still hasn't caught him, even if it's half a piece of clothes.

The light in her eyes finally went out little by little until it was dark, and she stared down at her toes, suddenly feeling empty.

"Sunset."

A pair of gold-trimmed boots appeared in front of her, and she was overjoyed.

The person who saw it was Yan Fei.

He was as sunny as ever, and his air was magnificent.

Su Xi's joy between her eyebrows vanished, and she smiled politely: "Little prince." ”

After that, he was ready to cross over Yan Fei's side and leave.

Yan Fei took a step towards her and blocked her way: "Are you here to send the imperial brother?" ”

"Hmm." Su Xi responded simply, did not say much, and maintained appropriate politeness and distance.

Because he has no memory of the original body, he can know that he is the little prince of Ningde, and Yan Fei is all thanks to the heated discussions of those nobles at the birthday banquet.

But listening to her change his intimate name, she guessed that the original body should be very familiar with him.

It's just that what she doesn't know is that he has always been good at playing tricks on the original.

"Didn't the imperial brother tell you that he didn't leave the castle tower?" Yan Fei tilted his head, his face full of regret.

Su Xi raised his eyes and glanced at him.

She also squeezed out a smile that was even brighter than his, and said, "He told me, but even if he doesn't go from here, he must be facing that direction, so I'll take a look here, no problem, right?" ”

Yan Fei raised his head slightly: "You must be sad not to see the figure of the imperial brother, I almost cried when I saw you just now, Xixi, why don't I tell you a story to make you happy?" ”

"Little prince, you should go back to copy the book, the little monk is entrusted by the emperor to supervise by his side." At this time, Wuhuang climbed the steps to meet him, as if he intended to stop Yan Fei's nonsense.

He is dressed in a monk's robe, with a pure heart and few desires, and there is compassion and love between his eyebrows.

Probably the gentlest man in the world is like him, and his whole person and his eyes are like a hot spring, clear and peaceful.