At night, He Jingying couldn't sleep, the temperature in March was not hot, she just felt stuffy. She walked over to the window and gently opened it a slit.

A breeze blew from the window, it was spring, and there were a lot of flowers in the Nanjun Palace, especially the pear blossoms in the Yiyue Pavilion were the best. Usually people think that pear blossoms are light, and the white flowers are not delicate enough, and they are unlucky. But He Jingying likes it, planted a yard, and at this time, the white petals fell to the ground, spread softly on the ground, and the breeze would fall one after another. At this time, sit under the flowers and warm a pot of wine, and let the white pear petals fall into the wine, which is very beautiful.

In the past, she liked it very much, and Xiao Zhaoye liked it too, but Xiao Zhaoye rarely came. He has so much on his mind that he never tells anyone, even her. They talk very little, so little that sometimes He Jingying doesn't understand why Xiao Zhaoye insisted on marrying her in the first place. But every festival, the rewards in her house will not be less, and the food and clothing are also the best among the princesses in the capital. Although she didn't love those golden hairpins, she could also feel that Xiao Zhaoye was very good to her.

It's just that good, sometimes she feels depressed, like a canary, although she eats fine clothes every day, but sometimes she still misses the days when she roasted a flower chicken with the little beggar behind the broken temple.

And this period of time was a time she had never lived before. She was hunted down by Pulsatilla and others in the fish market; Death in the trap of Stone Town; She entered the ghost realm and walked on those tombstones; She rode into Lu Liang, and confronted Xiao Ziliang with a sword and hundreds of soldiers; She saw newts scurrying past her; She was dressed up in Jixian County in disguise on the line of life and death.

None of them are what a princess should do. But once she thought about it, she couldn't help but smile. Although you are warmly dressed and have food to eat in the palace, no one will chase you and shout and kill, but she seems to prefer to be outside than to be a rich princess in the palace.

There was a neighing of horses outside the window, He Jingying was stunned, put on a coat and walked to the stable. Only a small oil lamp was lit outside the stable, hanging under the eaves, and the little white dragon did not sleep in the stable, sneezing at a pile of concentrate and having no appetite.

On the other side outside the stable, Yang Minzhi was riding on a horse, and the moonlight sprinkled on his side face, gilding with a layer of light. Yang Minzhi is half of Xianbei blood, the bridge of his nose is exceptionally high, his cheekbones are also high, his lips are thin and tightly pursed into a line, his thin shoulders are hidden in his thin clothes, and the joints of his fingers that are slender and gripping the reins are white.

If it weren't for the torture over the past few days, Yang Minzhi would have been mild, at least not like this, his face was as cold as frost, and even a little mean because of the bulge of his cheekbones.

He Jingying just wanted to say hello, but when she saw what Yang Minzhi was doing, her smiling face turned cold little by little. Yang Minzhi rode Lilu, who couldn't be tamed by the strength of her and Xiao Lian during the day. At this time, Lilu was extremely docile under Yang Minzhi's training. Li Lu carefully carried Yang Minzhi and paced slowly, as if he was afraid that his strength would shatter the fragile bones in Yang Minzhi's body.

He Jingying leaned sideways into the wall next to the stable, dodging. It was just a knee-jerk move, and she didn't even understand why she was hiding. It's just that when I saw this scene clearly, my heart "suddenly" suddenly.

I remember that Yang Minzhi also rode Lilu when he was in the horse trough. The situation was as panicked as a horse, and there was no time to think about it. When she asked Yang Minzhi at that time, how did Yang Minzhi answer her? Yang Minzhi seems to say, he can spell?

Think about it, the only spell Yang Minzhi used in his previous life was the spell that resurrected himself in the fire? The rest of the time, Yang Minzhi is more like a clerk of the Nanjun Palace.

Can use spells to tame horses, why don't you use them in the morning?

At first, Lilu was not so obedient, Yang Minzhi tamed Lilu for a long time, and the night in March was quite cold, but it was inevitable that there was a thin layer of sweat. Yang Minzhi jumped down from Lilu, patted Lilu, stroked the horse's nose again, and grabbed a handful of hay to feed to Lilu's mouth.

Lilu was eating hay obediently, Yang Minzhi didn't know what he was thinking, one hand stroked his mane intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes drooped, and he looked at the mottled moonlight cast on the ground.

He Jingying's hands trembled slightly, she gathered her coat and took a step back. Her steps were deliberately light, and in order not to let Yang Minzhi notice, she cautiously withdrew from the stable, and then trotted all the way back to Yiyue Pavilion.

He Jingying ran back to Yiyue Pavilion and slammed the door shut, she held down her undulating chest, I don't know if it was because of this run, she was still a little dizzy.

It's too similar, the hand that caresses Lilu will knock Lilu twice on Lilu's neck at random after smoothing his mane. When you stroke Lilu's nose, your thumb will unconsciously rub it. These are Xiao Zhaoye's habits.

Is this an illusion or does it happen that Yang Minzhi has the same habits as Xiao Zhaoye?

He Jingying thought hard for a while, in her previous life, she was in the palace and decent. Although Xiao Zhaoye gave the little white dragon to He Jingying, it was just for her to keep it for fun, or to ride around the palace twice. Except for necessary occasions, such as autumn hunting and the like, He Jingying has no chance to ride a horse.

Not to mention riding a horse with one of Yang Min. The Yang Minzhi in her memory was in a hurry behind Xiao Zhaoye, and when she saw her, she would call her obediently: "Sister A-Ying." ”

But how many people will have such a little habit?

He Jingying's brows became tighter and tighter, and the most unlikely thing became the most reasonable explanation, could Yang Minzhi be Xiao Zhaoye? Just like Xiao Lian borrowed Xiao Zhaoye's body, is it possible that Xiao Zhaoye borrowed Yang Minzhi's body?

But if that's the case, why didn't he say it to He Jingying?

He didn't want He Jingying to know?

But wasn't the purpose of him finding He Jingying and Xiao Lian to resurrect Xiao Zhaoye?

In addition to doubts and incomprehension, He Jingying felt some shallow sadness in her heart. Or is it like in the previous life, does Xiao Zhaoye not tell her anything about it?

He Jingying leaned against the door, thinking to herself, maybe, it's just that she is too careful, right?

At least thinking about it that way would make her feel less upset.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the bedroom, and the candle flame jumped slightly. He Jingying was alert: "Who? ”

The window creaked open, and a cloud of pug-like white hair fell through the window. Pulsatilla rose from under the window, revealing a round head and looking at He Jingying, smiling and smiling with white teeth: "Little girl, long time no see." ”

He Jingying: "??? ”

(End of chapter)