"Changing clothes."

Si Yin's mood was inexplicably a little flustered and a little anxious.

Today, it was raining lightly outside the window, and the damp air was hazy all the way, and you could still hear the sound of treading water clearly when walking on the damp stone slabs.

The servants followed the prince with umbrellas, and when they saw that the prince was walking quickly, they were worried about the sides.

Everyone knows that the second prince's body has not fully recovered, and he usually walks with heavy and slow steps, and a little excessive exercise will cause leg pain, so before he walked, Si Yin's face became pale, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

The stables were shrouded in a drizzle, and there was some fog in the morning, making it difficult to see what was going on, but Si Yin could see the white roof of the stables far away.

He glanced and didn't see Ding Bao outside Ma Peng.

The heaviness in my heart became clearer and clearer as I continued to move forward.

The rain curtain fell on the roof of the shed, and through the rain curtain, Si Yin stood outside the railing and quietly looked inside.

On a soft hay mat, a white pony lay silently, and a wet figure squatted next to its thin body.

Ding Bao was next to the pony, looking at it quietly, one hand groping its head slowly and gently.

Si Yin couldn't stand still, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed the railing in front of him.

He stared at the pony's closed eyes, a sad and angry look in their blue eyes.

He didn't understand, he couldn't figure out why it would be so easy to forget him and turn his loyalty to another person.

Now, he gave his life for that person.

Now that there is no point in thinking about this, Si Yin's body did not move at all, standing silently, staring heavily.

His Migala died.

No, his Michaela is long dead.

The pony he had missed countless times over the past ten years had become someone else's Nia.

For a while, Si Yin began to wonder if he had mistaken his Michael, how good it would be if he was wrong, maybe his Michael was still waiting for him quietly in a corner, maybe he had left with his thoughts and loyalty, no matter what, Si Yin had comforted himself so deceptively one night after another.

There is a creature in this world who has not forgotten him.

It's a pity that this self-consolation completely returned to reality when he saw the pony's eyes again and again.

It's Migaro, but unfortunately, it's not his Michaela anymore.

He seemed to be grieving, even though the pony had betrayed him, but when he realized that it was gone forever, an indescribable heaviness and suffocation enveloped him.

He wanted to say something, but when he saw Ding Bao's dead and gray face, for a moment, the panic that made him more and more uneasy permeated his whole body.

Si Yin walked to the stable, squatted down with Ding Bao, took off his coat and draped it over her, then stretched out his hand and gently wrapped his arms around her shoulder, looked at the pony in front of him silently, and listened to Ding Bao's prayers and whispers in his ear over and over again.

The rain outside kept falling, and it didn't seem to stop.

Ding Bao got up slowly, walked out expressionlessly, and Si Yin followed closely behind her and called her.

"Ding Bao."

The other party should not, continue to move forward, like a walking corpse.

"Ding Bao."

Si Yin reached out and grabbed her, making her face to herself, staring into her dull eyes.

"All I have is you."

"Go back, don't talk about it."

Si Yin felt that Ding Bao was getting farther and farther away from him, and he couldn't help but hug the other party tightly and let her hold it against his chest, as if he could eliminate the uneasiness and panic in his heart.

"I feel like I'm losing everything."

"You're a prince, and you have more than anyone else."

Ding Bao stated the facts, but it made Si Yin feel powerless in his heart.

"I look like I'm sick...... I can't help but want to get all of you, I want someone to remember me forever, I don't want to be completely forgotten, because the god told me that people who really love me will not forget me. ”

As a result, he was forgotten by the whole world.

No one in the world loves the real Him.

The king and queen loved the excellent second prince.

The people loved the heir who fed them and kept them fed.

His brothers and sisters loved him in fear and awe.

What about ponies? It may have never had love for him.

"It's really scary to be forgotten by the world...... Ding Bao, I'm scared, suddenly one day, you will also completely forget me, then I will be worse than dead. ”

"I think you love me, only me, okay?"

"Ding Bao, please......"

Facing the hazy rain and mist in front of him, Ding Bao stretched out his hand and gently hugged Si Yin's waist.

"Give me some time, I'll try."

The two walked in the rain, Ding Bao was in front, and the man followed behind, and his footsteps became heavier and heavier.

There were steps in front of him, Ding Bao suddenly stopped and turned around, and suddenly saw a trace of sadness in Si Yin's eyes.

She held out her hand, her voice as if it was wet from the rain.

"Come here, I'll take you."

——

"Do you love him?"

Allah came into the world to give the gospel and to follow the good path.

Ding Bao knelt in front of the portrait and leaned over and muttered.

"Dear Father, I love him."

——

The pony was buried next to the palace of the second princess, and Si Yin also ordered a sculpture of it to be sculpted and stood next to the cemetery.

Since Mrs. Vitana entered the palace, Ding Bao would take the initiative to let Si Yin concentrate on government affairs, and the first thing he did every morning was to ask him if he wanted to go to the front hall today.

Si Yin was very capable, and the king's appreciation and affection for him grew day by day, and sometimes he would even drag him to stay in the front hall for an entire day.

At this time, Ding Bao stayed in the palace and waited silently, and Mrs. Vitana would come over to accompany her every day, and the content of the conversation between the mother and daughter was very simple.

"Today I heard that the king has praised His Royal Highness many times, you will have a better life in the future, if Si Yin can sit in the position of king, then you will be the queen!"

Ding Bao was silent, and Madame Vitana was in a good mood and didn't bother with her.

"You will continue to urge Si Yin in the future to let him stay with the king more, remember?"

"Hmm."

"By the way, why haven't you moved after all this time?"

What this movement is, Ding Bao knows very well.

She shook her head and continued to look through the church books in her hand.

"It's got to be a natural thing."

"What a natural thing! If you don't give birth, there will be other women to give birth to you! Don't be stupid and hear it, men like the new and hate the old, don't hurry up and take advantage of the fact that he still has a little freshness for you, and get pregnant as soon as possible, otherwise after these two years, when other women come in, you will regret it! ”

Ding Bao lowered his head.

She felt that the haze in her heart was getting thicker and thicker, and she was a little out of breath, so she could only be silent.