Half an hour later, at the Danyang Gate, at five o'clock, the city gate was ajar, and the guards were urging the last group of caravans to enter the gate, and when they entered, the city gate was about to be closed. Zeng Yanqiao hurriedly dragged the sleeve of the person and ran over, attracting three or two passers-by around to spy secretly, saying that this woman is very shameless!

Song Chiyuan stared at her rightful hand, she was really very skilled, and her heart became more and more disliked, "You,", as soon as his footsteps stopped, he suddenly raised his sleeves, his face was cold, and he said coldly: "Don't touch me." ”

"Heh,", Zeng Yanqiao only felt that this son of the world was really hypocritical, raised his head and buried him, raised his eyebrows and said: "His Royal Highness the prince also took me just now, why can't I touch your cuffs?" ”

“……”

Song Chiyuan was speechless, she pursed her lips and held his hand angrily, afraid that people would break free, she clasped her five fingers hard, and did not forget to provoke: "If you don't let me touch it, I just want to touch it, and don't put on an angry little daughter-in-law's appearance, so that people can see it, and I especially want to bully!" ”

“……”

A little chill to the bones, Song Chiyuan's expression became more and more solemn, and the autumn wind shrouded the two of them, and that hand seemed to have become the only warmth, hot, like a cluster of flames.

At this time, he had a premonition in his heart that this flame would one day become bigger and bigger, so big that he couldn't control it, so big that the spark would burn the prairie and be out of control.

“……”

He contradicted ......

While expecting the flames to turn into flames, he also wanted to cut off the sparks immediately from the source.

As a result, with a force on his hand, he indifferently shook off the man's hand.

If there is a loss that spreads......

He didn't press it, Zeng Yanqiao buried him again, turned his head and walked to the city gate.

Love to follow or not to follow!

There were two guards on the left and right at the city gate, she walked to the right, picked a little brother who looked kinder, and said: "Driver, have you ever seen Song Guanglin, that is the little prince of Song?" ”

When the doorman heard this, he came to find the little Song prince again, and he was about to send it away in a few words, and when he saw the person behind the woman, he was guarding the door all day and all night, and naturally recognized Song Shizi of Zhaonan Wangfu, his face changed, and he was busy bowing his knees: "I have seen His Royal Highness the prince!" ”

Song Chiyuan was lazy, his eyes skimmed over the doorman and walked towards Zeng Yanqiao, the doorman understood, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Back girl, the little Song prince went out at five o'clock this morning, and I haven't seen him since." ”

"Is it possible, then, for him to come back from another door?"

The doorman thought for a while: "It may be possible, but a few gates in the city are far away, if you go out from the east gate, and then go around to other gates, it is really unnecessary, take the north gate as an example, it has to go around a bamboo forest, and the south gate, separated by several mountains, not to mention the west gate, even if you walk for three days and three nights, you can't finish it." ”

Zeng Yanqiao's heart sank, and when he saw that the doorman had been kneeling, he said first, "You get up first." The doorman didn't listen, but looked at the eyes of the person next to her, and saw that Shizi's face was fine, and he got up with his hand lightly.

Zeng Yanqiao asked again: "Then when he went out, who was nearby?" ”

The doorman felt that this girl was kind, and his tone was much softer, and he said: "No one, the city gate has just opened, and it has recently entered autumn, and the usual caravans have been delayed for an hour before going out, or this is more exposed, who can stand it!" ”

“……”

Zeng Yanqiao looked at His Royal Highness the Prince beside him, his eyes were facing each other, and he didn't say anything.

After a while, the doorman asked carefully: "Shizi, do you still want to go out?" ”

Song Chiyuan didn't answer, glanced at the sky casually, and then looked down at Zeng Yanqiao, as if asking for advice.

Zeng Yanqiao asked the doorman: "Is there a place to stay outside?" ”

The doorman pointed to the southeast: "Yes, not far from the city gate, there is a ten-mile incense inn, where there are caravans and travelers who enter the city at a bad time, travelers, due to the special situation, so it will not close at night, and when the city gate is opened, there will be shopkeepers to remind the residents one by one!" ”

"That's pretty convenient, thank you guy." , Zeng Yan thanked him and looked back slightly: "Then let's go, His Royal Highness." ”

Her attitude was sprinkled, and Song Chiyuan groaned so far, and it took a long time before he raised his steps and slowly stepped out of the city gate.

Zeng Yanqiao saw that he regretted it, so he simply broke the jar and broke it, which made him regret pulling it down even more, so he followed with a hippie smile and raised his voice: "His Royal Highness, wait for me!" ”

There was still no emotion in his words: "Annoying." ”

When Zeng Yanqiao heard this, he raised his eyebrows a little proudly, and snorted softly: "Just annoy you, you have to come out with me." ”

"Yes—" His voice was long, like a lingering night, slowly swept into the wind, ushering in a belated moonlight outside the city, hazy and dreary, so that people could not see the distance clearly.

As soon as the city gate came out, Zeng Yanqiao suddenly lost her direction, looking around blankly, she really didn't know where to go, she restrained her arrogance and asked obediently: "Your Royal Highness, do you think, which way is better for us to go?" ”

Song Chiyuan threw a contemptuous look: "Then where do you think a drunk person will go if he wanders in the wilderness?" ”

He said this with a little irony, who would have thought that he would have analyzed it in a witty way: "I think that even if people are drunk, their subconscious minds will still find a warm place to stay, such as a temple, an inn or something, what do you think?" ”

He stopped talking nonsense, walked forward silently, walked along Xian Mo, stepped over the grass all over the ground, and she hurriedly caught up: "Where to go?" ”

“……”

Song Shizi ignored it, took his hands, and walked slowly all the way. Seeing this, Zeng Yanqiao slowed down in dissatisfaction, and the afterglow swept over his back, wearing a white robe with sleeves rolled up, and a red rope hidden in his sleeves, lining the snow-white on his wrist. With his movements, a silver ornament fell between the ropes, which seemed to be blooming lotus, and looked like a phoenix butterfly flapping its wings and about to fly, such a delicate thing, I think it should be a gift from a woman.

Zeng Yanqiao's footsteps stopped, stopped under the bluegrass maple leaves, squinted his eyes, and saw that he was walking in no hurry or slowly, but he never stopped.

She couldn't help but ask herself—what was the use of such a companion? Just go your own, completely ignore others, and even refuse to even talk to her?

That's it, she silently said "goodbye", turned around and left.

The green silk seemed to be a little more messy than when she came, and it hung loosely above her head, making her extremely uncomfortable physically and mentally.

In the quiet suburbs, the moon is gone, and the wind and rain in the forest are coming.

Song Chiyuan walked to the end of the path and noticed the footsteps getting farther away, so he turned around and said in a deep voice: "Where are you going?" ”

In the mist, someone angrily threw a sentence: "Ten Mile Xiang Inn!" ”

He asked, "Not looking for it?" ”

She replied, "Look, go to the inn to find it!" ”

“……”

There was another silence, like a cold stone falling into the night, and suddenly disappeared silently, leaving only a palpitation in the heart.

It was a heart-wrenching feeling!

Zeng Yanqiao turned back angrily.

Song Chiyuan stood beside the maple tree, his eyes were full of displeasure, and he stared straight at it, how much blame did he have?

"He's blaming me?!!"

"Boom la la !!"

A pouring rain is coming, beating the flowers and trees in the forest to make a loud noise, echoing in the originally silent night, the branches tremble and the flowers are shaking, Zeng Yanqiao has not had time to think about it, the water droplets like beans are dripping down, and the people are so cold that they are cold!

"Boom!" With a bang, lightning and thunder roared in the night, and the sky was sprinkled with thunder, and the people under the trees raised their eyes, their eyes were dark, and they came from not far away, and before they ran to her, their long arms stretched out, pulled, and the sleeves rolled over, and the people rushed into the boundless rain curtain.

In the hazy rain and mist, I saw the white-clothed noble son, fluttering, he was protecting a girl in a silk dress under his robe, his footsteps staggered, the green silk suddenly scattered, and the only remaining fragrant wood hairpin also fell to the ground, and he hurriedly turned around to find it, what caught his eye was a piece of red maple falling slowly, fluttering and falling into the dust, she lowered her head, and the black beans splashed the brocade boots on his feet, she frowned silently, and his voice sounded in her ears:

"Come with me."