At the end of the day, Pingdan is imminent, and the sky and the earth are dim and dark.

By the stream in front of Jiyong Hall, Jiang Xi took advantage of the fact that the sky was still dark, and the stones and silver pupils had not yet woken up, got up early, took off the dirty vermilion robe and took it to the stream to wash.

After coming out of the East Palace, she wore this eunuch's robe for five days, which was already dirty, and she felt uncomfortable for another day.

After a day of rest, she finally had the strength, thinking that the summer clothes would dry quickly, so she washed the outer clothes before dawn.

The little girl squatted beside the stream with her eyebrows down, clutching her scarlet robe and soaking it in the water.

She had never touched these jobs, even in the days when she was out of the house with the lotus, she was always a little at a loss, and after thinking twice, she grabbed the collar of her robe and dipped her clothes into the stream.

The sound of gurgling water swept across the palm of his hand, Jiang Xi bent her eyelashes, and turned her clothes over again.

When she and Qianhe escaped from the Northlands, it was winter when the ice was whirring.

The winter in the north is extremely cold, the wind is like a knife, and my mother and she are afraid of the cold.

She was wrapped tightly on her back in wolf skin, and she was put down when she was very tired.

They went from the cold winter to the summer, from the north to the south, until Yinzhou, near Gyeonggi, the governor of Yinzhou recognized her with her father's private seal around her neck, and ended the upheaval of this journey.

Thinking about it carefully, she actually didn't suffer much, Sister Qihe took good care of her, and she refused to let her go more.

These memories are almost blurred, and she only vaguely remembers that when Sister Qihe washed her clothes, she first soaked them in water for a while, and then washed them by hand?

In a daze, the red robe was accidentally washed away by the current, and Jiang Xi lightly said, "Ah! "Yes.

Hurriedly stood up and walked along the side of the stream.

If she doesn't have a shirt, she can only wear this pure white undershirt next, how to show people?

She also thought that when her shirt was dry, she would change into a shirt and wash it, so that it would be clean inside and out, and if she could, she would still want to bathe!

At this time, the sky was slightly bright, and Jiang Xi saw the vermilion eunuch robe floating down the water to a protruding stone in the middle of the stream, and finally stopped.

The beating heart finally calmed down, and regardless of the pain in her feet, Jiang Xi looked at the red robe hanging on the stones with a white face, and the hem of her clothes rose and fell.

The stone was in the middle of the stream, and if Jiang Xi wanted to get the robe back, she would have to wade through the water.

This stream is not too deep, the stream water is clear and you can see the stones below, Jiang Xi hesitated for a long time and gritted his teeth.

How can a woman wear her underwear all day long? She woke up early in the morning thinking that she could wash and dry her clothes and put them on neatly between the stone and the silver pupils.

Jiang Ji lifted the skirt and raised her feet to wade-

But I saw a black shadow flying in the middle of the stream, and the next moment my red robe disappeared?

Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was slightly open, and she looked stunned, watching the man drop a few light jumps to her side?

"Thank you......" stunned as he took the wet clothes.

Jiang Xi was still in a state of stupidity with her head down, her dark and bright eyes looked at the man in black in front of her, the more she looked at it, the more familiar she felt, and in the chaos of her consciousness, she couldn't help but spit out two words: "Immortal ......"

She seems to have fallen into a bizarre, dreamy and confusing dream?

Could it be that he was still asleep, but he didn't get up before dawn as he originally thought, and dried and put on his clothes after washing.

She's so tired these days that it's very likely that she can't get up.

Could it be that the man with the silver horse and white saddle was too much to her liking, so she dreamed of it again?

If not, how can there be exactly the same eyebrows and eyes, and a completely different temperament?

But the clothes on his hands were slowly dripping with water, and the coolness of the hem of his clothes being wet was so real that Jiang Xi couldn't help but raise her hand and poke the man in front of her......

Yan Zhao was stunned by the little girl's finger!

Her long eyelashes curled, her head tilted slightly, her dark and bright peach blossom eyes looked at him for a long time without blinking, the emotions in her eyes changed several times and became clear, and she hesitantly tentatively poked the jade buckle on his waist seal.

He watched in a daze as the little girl retracted her hand, her nails sunk into her palm, and then her eyes widened in surprise, and she staggered back, hurriedly stepping on the wet robe she was carrying in her hand and almost fell.

The waist was wrapped around the man's strong arms, and the enthusiasm spread through the thin clothes, Jiang Xi had to believe that she was not dreaming!

In front of you is a real man standing alive?

What did she just do?

Reached out and poked the strange man's waistband?

How frivolous is this?

Which well-behaved lady did it?

Almost instantly, Jiang Xi was dyed with a touch of crimson from head to toe, her heart was burning, she couldn't wait to find a hole to get into, so she quickly got up from the crook of his arm and took a few steps back: "Thank you......"

The feeling of softness disappeared suddenly, Yan Zhao was stunned, and stared at the little girl in front of him who was blushing.

After several delays, the sun gradually rose, the sky was stained with a warm yellow halo, and it was gray and white, and the smoky crimson on the white and tender cheeks of the girl in front of him made Yan Zhao throb thrillingly.

She has always been a smart and coquettish, kind and innocent text on paper, and slowly turned into a bright little girl with a fluttering skirt in his mind, or when he returned to Beijing from Jiangbei, she was soft and timid on the official road, and her vigilant eyes were like a deer.

Those faint shadows, which were gradually blurred, became clear at this moment, clearly pointing to the embarrassed and beautiful girl in front of her.

Yan Zhao wanted to open his mouth to tell her, but his throat rolled slightly, and he couldn't say anything for a long time.

The little girl in front of her, in her glass-like eyes, was panicked, embarrassed and faintly unspeakable fear, unconsciously clutching her wet and dripping robe in front of her.

Yan Zhao couldn't see it, this was the meaning of fear, how could he open his mouth and say that he was the person she had married?

What's more, the contempt of the servants and maids of King Zhao's mansion, and the unbelief of the concubine who broke the contract, how did he open his mouth.

"You are?"

Seeing that the sky was bright, he couldn't describe himself standing in front of a strange man, making Jiang Ji embarrassed and embarrassed, and just wanted to leave this place quickly.

Although the man in front of him looked the same as the immortal he saw the day before yesterday, his eyebrows were cold, and there were wisps of bloody qi lingering on his body, which reminded Jiang Xi of Yan Junyu, who was pinching her neck and his eyes were scarlet, and he was really a little uneasy.

But the person in front of him helped him retrieve his robe, and it would be rude to leave like this, so he couldn't help but speak softly.

Yan Zhao was stopped by these words, clenched his fists slightly, and said after a long time: "Xun Yu." "