At the same time, a carriage sped past us, and when we looked closely, it was exactly the same as the one we were sitting in!

At the same time as the two carriages passed by, I suddenly heard a strange sound outside, and the whole carriage shook violently, and it turned out that several carriage boards on our carriage were torn off!

Now the whole carriage is almost brand new, all the outside is solid pine, and there are also fine carvings, but not the majestic coiled dragons and phoenixes just now, but auspicious clouds and flying tigers, inlaid with some shiny turquoise, layers of gauze tents falling from the roof of the car, the wind blowing the yarn, as if shrouded in clouds.

All of them happen in a short split second.

When I turned back again, the carriage that was exactly the same as ours had quickly driven out of the alleyway, **** the original convoy, as if nothing had happened, and the convoy slowly drove towards the avenue.

Stealing the day, the people in the palace know a little bit about this practice, every time the royal family goes on patrol, they will use a stand-in to set up suspicions, and he is understandable for doing so.

But—I had a vague feeling in my heart that something was wrong.

Why did he do this trick after leaving the palace?

Although I had a thousand doubts in my heart, of course I wouldn't ask Pei Yuanhao, and he was definitely not a person who could explain, so the carriage left the imperial city like this and slowly drove south.

The days that followed were peaceful, with few people coming and going on the official road, and only occasionally the sound of other horses' hooves could be heard hurrying by, and all that remained was the monotonous sound of the wheels crashing on the ground, making the journey more and more lonely.

Along the way, Pei Yuanhao didn't say a word again.

He just sat there and drank every day, and he rarely even looked at me, as if he didn't know me at all, and I, he didn't speak, and of course I wouldn't take the initiative to say anything to him.

This atmosphere seems to have returned to the night before leaving the imperial city, in his dormitory, and I had a wordless confrontation with him.

It's just that this time the confrontation was longer, and it gradually seemed to merge into this small space, and even the air was tense.

It's just that I don't know when it will collapse.

On this day, he drank a lot of wine, and then leaned back on the couch and seemed to fall asleep.

The curtain swayed, and from time to time some cold wind poured in, I thought about it, picked up a snow wolf fur coat and covered him gently, and then retreated to the corner of the carriage, and sat quietly for a while, I was really bored, so I simply picked up a book from the corner and flipped through it.

Some surprises, the book in my hand turned out to be "Commentary on the Thirteen Classics".

Turning the book, those familiar annotations came into view, and the familiar figure flashed in front of him, every time he appeared in the inner pavilion, it was so quiet as jade, and his flowing font made people feel indescribably gentle. I couldn't help but stretch out my fingers again and slowly follow the smooth strokes, as if dancing.

Just like last time, when the last word "zhi" was written, my fingers flew like butterflies through flowers.

My gaze also followed my fingertips, and I was caught off guard, and suddenly met a pair of cold eyes.

I don't know when, Pei Yuanhao has woken up and is looking at me.