Shao country, the imperial city.

On the bustling and noisy Changsheng Street, all kinds of pedestrians are bustling. The midsummer sun is exceptionally bright, scattering shadows on the trees.

In the crowd, a man in a dark cloth coat drove a horse-drawn carriage slowly and cautiously through the crowded street. The man was about twenty years old, and his appearance was unremarkable, one of those who stood out in the crowd.

He wears a broken hat on his head and an unknown matching sword at his waist. The sword is like its own person, and there is no decoration on the scabbard, only a few simple strokes outlining a pattern.

There's nothing particularly outstanding about the whole body. If it is worth speaking, it is only his hands that pull the reins, with distinct bones and slender fingers, which are clean and tidy but pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly, a man in the carriage lifted the curtain, leaned out, and asked in a low voice, "How much longer?" ”

The man was quite delicate and delicate, with a long emerald dress, dressed as a maid, and looked only twelve or thirteen years old.

The black man didn't look back, but said lightly: "Three hours." That is, speechless, as dull as ever.

The girl was a little discouraged when she heard this, and retracted into the carriage with a look of pity. He also muttered "Big wood~" in his mouth.

Although the interior of the carriage is small, it is better than all kinds of organs. A small and delicate bed was placed upright in the carriage, occupying most of the seats.

The resignation sat quietly on the edge of the bed, focusing on the wake of the people on the couch.

The people on the couch are noble and detached, and their temperament is elegant. Xu fell into a nightmare, he didn't sleep well, and a layer of fine sweat gathered on his forehead.

Ci Xi carefully wiped the cold sweat from his forehead for him, and his delicate brows were twisted into a ball, very worried.

"Hmm~" A dull sound overflowed from between his lips and teeth. The even snort is abrupt, and the breath is disordered.

Almost at the same time the carriage stalled.

Isn't Childe another nightmare?

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and while wiping away the cold sweat for him with a handkerchief, he called softly, "Childe, childe~"

After a long time, the aura around the body calmed down slightly.

The young man on the couch opened his eyes leisurely, and his indifferent eyes were neither happy nor sad. He straightened up and brushed his slightly wrinkled shirt. smiled lightly to soothe the frightened little girl, "It's okay." ”

"Woo~ Childe, you scared the slave to death." The little girl was frightened, and threw herself into the young man's arms and whimpered and cried.

Gongzimu smiled, patted the back of the resignation seat gently, and said softly, "Okay, it's okay." ”

The young man is like jade, and he is unparalleled in the world.

After the resignation of the little girl settled down a little, Gongzi Mu said slowly, "Make a pot of tea for me." "The expression is gentle, and there is no abnormality.

Nodding his head at the resignation, Weng Sheng replied, "Yes, Childe." ”

When he turned around to make tea, the warm color on Childe's face disappeared completely, and the dazzling fire in the nightmare disappeared and reappeared in front of him.

Childe's face was light and arrogant, and the corners of his mouth were outlined with a smile that seemed to be without mockery. The young man lowered his eyebrows, and his fan-like eyelashes flashed slightly, sprinkling a little shade.

It is probably arrogant in the world, and independent in the world. The young and noble seems to be out of step with this noisy world.

Raise the car curtain, look at the passers-by from the south to the north, and look at the carved beams and painted buildings of the city wall.

Blooming flowers, prosperous garden. How many white bones are there in exchange for the peaceful and prosperous era of singing and dancing.

Imperial City, after seven years, you are still so lively.

The scorching sun did not know the world, slipped into the carriage, and shone a drop in the corner of the young man's eyes, shining brightly.

For a long time, there was no life.

"Bold!"

"Seeing that Her Royal Highness Princess Yongjia dares to be so presumptuous!"

"Don't get out of the car and apologize!"

The noise outside the carriage woke up the sleeping teenager inside the carriage.

The young man's narrow eyelashes moved slightly, he got up and straightened up, mentioned the jade pot on the case, poured himself a cup of tea, and pursed his thin lips slightly.

"Resign, what's the matter?"

The faint voice also has a bit of a hoarse and lazy voice that can only be found after waking up.

What kind of young man would he be with such a gentle voice? Jiu Ji was thinking about it, when she saw a pair of ten-fingered slender hands pulling the curtain.

A very beautiful pair of hands, more beautiful than the hands of the royal brother, but they are a little more delicate, a bit like the hands of the girl's family. Jiu Ji stared a little stunned.

"Back to Gongzi, Princess Yongjia rode a horse on the street, almost hit Gongzi's carriage, and was stopped by the prisoner." He replied respectfully to Gongzimu.

As for how to stop the horse, there is no need to say much, looking at the current situation, in short, it will not be a very pleasant way.

The prisoner still stood silently by the carriage, neither humble nor arrogant, not in a hurry. It was so indifferent that it seemed to be out of the way, except for the hand that gradually lifted the hilt of the sword.

Princess Yongjia? When Gongzimu heard this, the corners of his mouth rose into a smile.

Princess Yongjia Beijiuji, but the emperor's favorite daughter. Mother Shangguan Yin is the eldest daughter of the Shangguan family, the head of the three major families in the imperial city, the mother is a noble concubine, and the crown is a favorite harem. This developed her arrogant and pampered temperament.

"Who are you? When you see this princess, don't get off the bus quickly! "I'm used to being pampered, and there is always a sense of superiority in my words.

"Presumptuous!" Seeing that she was so rude to her son, she was angry at the moment, and shouted loudly.

"Boldly disrespectful to Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"Grab it!"

Hearing this, a maid in a green skirt beside Princess Yongjia suddenly raised her eyebrows, and shouted fiercely.

The guards who had just arrived on the side drew their knives and surrounded Gongzimu and his party.

For a while, the atmosphere became tense and tense. Passers-by scattered one after another.

The prisoner's eyes were completely cold, and the big broken hat pressed down to cover most of his face, and the sword body gradually revealed a small section.

Jiu Ji sat on the horse in a purple riding costume, flamboyant and bright. She held the reins in one hand and quietly pressed the purple whip on her waist with the other. The face is like frost, and a layer of shadow is shrouded in the forehead.

Obviously, she was angry, and no one in the Imperial City had ever dared to provoke her again and again.

At the moment when the purple whip was about to strike, Jiu Ji heard a young man's chuckle from the carriage, like a gorgeous music inadvertently played when the spring water melted after the cold winter flowed through the mountain stream.

Childe walked out.

There are bandits, such as cutting, learning, pondering, grinding.

The first time I saw the boy, Jiu Ji somehow thought of the poems that her master had taught her a few days ago.

The young man in front of him was dressed in white, gentle and elegant, and he really responded to that sentence, except for the triple snow on the monarch's body, who in the world is worthy of white clothes.

Jiu Ji was a little stunned, that kind of jade bone style is really rare in the world.

"Resign, don't quit yet." The faint voice was mixed with neither light nor heavy coercion, and everyone's hearts palpitated, and they looked at the person who came vigilantly.

He bowed his head and respectfully stepped aside.

"Who are you?" Jiu Ji sat on the back of the horse and raised her voice to question.

Gongzimu slowly walked in front of Princess Yongjia, bowed slightly, smiled in his eyes, and apologized slightly, "The grass people frightened Her Royal Highness the Princess." ”

Jiu Ji has lived in the deep palace since she was a child, and she has never seen anyone. Although she is used to being arrogant and domineering on weekdays, she is a little girl raised in the deep palace, and in the face of such a clean and gentle teenager, she will inevitably become nervous and cramped.

"None...... Anyway. Lian waved his hand to reveal the delicate appearance of a rare daughter's family.

"Apologies for the few things." Gongzimu took the jade pendant he was wearing around his waist and handed it to Princess Yongjia's horse.

Jiu Ji turned over and dismounted neatly, quite a bit of heroic taste.

She took it shyly.

Looking at the knobby hands, his face was stained with a few red halos.

The jade pendant that took the young man and held it in the palm of his hand, it was cold and cold, and it was very comfortable.

The jade beads are inch, milky white and translucent, and it is a good white jade. There are not many carved patterns on the jade body, only a small and delicate green bamboo is carved around the periphery, and a small wooden character is carved in the lower corner with a regular official seal.

Jiu Ji couldn't help but stretch out her index finger along the lines of the handwriting, groping over and over again, and a sweet smile appeared between the corners of her mouth.

In a trance, when he looked up again, the young man had already ridden away.

"Hey, stop! You haven't told His Highness your name yet. The tone was impatient and arrogant.

Seeing the carriage drowned in the crowded crowd in the distance, Jiu Ji lowered her eyes and couldn't hide the loss in her heart.

"Princess, why don't you let the villain get that kid back." The commander of the guards watched Jiu Ji stand in place for a long time, watching the carriage go away.

"Hmph~" Jiu Ji turned over and got on his horse and ignored it.

"Huh~" The skin opened and the flesh opened, and Jiu Ji whipped the guard in front of him fiercely. He snorted in pain, and blood immediately seeped into the placket of his clothes.

"More mouths, tongue pulling!" Leaving five creepy words, Jiu Ji rode away on horseback.

Leave a group of guards, you look at me, I look at you, miserable.