013 Memories (5)

The sky is a little heavy, the sunset will reflect the fiery red in the palace, the two figures in the garden are leisurely walking one after the other, the breeze is blowing, the woman's clothes are fluttering, but there is no reserve between the behavior and behavior, and from a distance, the face that is not outstanding is dyed red by the sunset, and there is a shallow smile, and there is a subtle cunning hidden in the eyes.

"Hey, Qingyue, let's go out of the palace and slip away from Ming'er, I haven't gone out since Beigong Yu greeted the sunset, maybe the hairpin of Shopkeeper Li's house has new goods these days, let's go and see." Xia Xiaoxiao had just had dinner, and her stomach couldn't hold it now, so she picked up a stone and threw it in her hand, talking casually as she walked.

"Niangniang, how many times has the slave said that you can't call His Royal Highness the Crown Prince by his name, if His Royal Highness knows about it, it will be fine!" When Qingyue heard this, she hurriedly called her, and her eyes kept glancing at the thieves around, for fear that this disrespectful words would be heard.

"It's okay, he doesn't know." She smiled, the stone in her hand was thrown into the air by her and returned to her hand, and then thrown out, seeing that Qingyue was frightened for a while, for fear that the stone would fall and hurt the master who kept stopping.

"Niangniang, how can things outside the palace be as good as those in the palace? It's just a few hairpins, how good is it in the palace? Why go out for a run? ”

"You don't understand, things outside the palace are good ......" she turned her head, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure walking not far away, the stone had just been thrown out and had to be retracted urgently, she was stuck there, it's over, I don't know if he listened to what he said just now, just thinking about it, there was a pain in her head, she covered her head with a soft snort, and the tears hurt her, obediently, that stone is not small!

Beigong Yu walked over as if he hadn't seen anything, his hands were behind his back, his back was straight, he looked at Xia Xiaoxiao condescendingly, the person in front of him frowned, if he hadn't been there, I'm afraid he would have jumped to his feet.

"What is the crown princess doing?"

Xia Xiaoxiao looked up at him, and for a moment the corners of his mouth flashed with a smile that didn't know whether it was mockery or something in her eyes, she was a little stunned, and then looked at his inky eyes, which were still calm and waveless.

Before she could answer, Beigong Yu continued to ask, "Have you seen Xi'er?" ”

Xia Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, put down her hand and said with a light smile: "The concubine doesn't know." ”

"I don't know?" Beigong Yu raised his eyebrows, "Not long after she entered the palace, she only knew you, how could you not know?" ”

"Your Highness, Xu is a little bored, I forgot to tell Your Highness when I went out for a walk, maybe I will come back later." She tried to reassure.

It was getting late at this time, and the sun was almost disappearing into the sky, she didn't wear much, and she would feel cold when the wind came up later, and now she just wanted to go back to the palace quickly and add more clothes.

"She's not you."

Beigong Yu glanced at her, and walked directly past her to the outside of the Chaochen Xiao Palace, a trace of anxiety appeared on his originally calm face.

"Qingyue, go back to the palace." Looking at the back of Beigong Yu who was desperate to leave, she turned around and walked towards the Dusk Pavilion, and if she didn't go back, it would be really cold later.

Outside, the sky was getting darker, and a cold wind blew into the room, and the lights flickered on the candlesticks all around, and the shadows of the curtains flickered on the ground, like strange phantoms wandering around the room.

The carved door of the red sandalwood squeaked open and then was gently closed. Xia Xiaoxiao ran to the window and buttoned it up, and squeezed his neck that was blown cool by the wind, and he must wear more clothes before dusk next time.