Zhao Yichen slowly walked down from the golden platform and squatted in front of Song Zhi.

"I have known about your relationship with my uncle for a long time, but now that I have saved you, your life now belongs to me, and no longer belongs to my uncle."

Song Zhi was shocked, he knew his relationship with Helan Mansion, so did he know that he was with Helan Zhuo?

She was wandering when she blurted out, "I'll save you." ”

Zhao Yichen frowned, "What are you talking about?" ”

Song Zhi took a deep breath and repeated what he had just said, "I said, I will save you." ”

As soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt fell outside the hall, and the rain fell as soon as he said it.

It's mid-spring, and the flowers in Jinzhou City are blooming better.

It's just that Song Zhi can only look at the blue field from afar on the high city wall.

Seeing that it was about to be time for Zhao Yichen to go down to court, Song Zhi hurriedly returned to the Heavenly Temple.

She picked up the ink treasure on the table, sprinkled some water, and prepared Zhu for Zhao Yichen.

"Recently, the ink grinding kung fu has grown a lot, but I don't know if the bones in your heart have grown a little more." Although Zhao Yichen spoke to Song Zhi, the work in his hands did not stop.

remembered that during the time in the library building, Song Zhi's arm was a little sore from practicing calligraphy all day, but his mood was calmer than before. As for the bone in his heart, Song Zhi didn't dare to show it in front of him.

Seeing that Song Zhiwei spoke, Zhao Yichen was a little annoyed, "Don't grind, go get the paper, I want to see your words." ”

Her handwriting is much better than before, and it doesn't look like a girl's silk flower, but it has a little bit of Zhao Yichen's shadow.

"Tenderness is like water, holidays are like dreams, endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, it will not stop at dawn and twilight. Zhao Yichen put his hands behind his back and stood in front of Song Zhi's desk, "Do you have someone you like?" ”

Song Zhi's hand holding the pen was stunned, does she still like him?

Maybe the answer is no or yes, Song Zhi doesn't know either, she can't afford to let go of that person.

She just shook her head, "This is your handwriting that the slave just copied." ”

Zhao Yichen suddenly remembered that this was the poem he copied in the early years, when he remembered Li Si in the middle of the lonely night, and he never thought that he would now become the object of Song Zhi's copying.

"What are you writing here? It's crooked, it's ugly and dead. Zhao Yichen pulled the rice paper under Song Zhi's hand and crumpled it into a ball.

"The slave knows it's wrong." Song Zhi lowered his head, his eyes always staring at the floor.

Zhao Yichen's attitude towards Song Zhi these days is better than before, since she said that she was willing to save him, Zhao Yichen was reluctant to lose his temper with her anymore.

At this time, the two emotionally wounded people were in the same room.

She didn't regard Zhao Yichen as an emperor, she always didn't talk about dignity in front of him, and even stabbed her shoulder with a silver hairpin, and was willing to stay by his side when she suffered his humiliation.

The spring breeze in the corridor suddenly blew in, blowing away all the paper scattered on the ground.

Song Zhi hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but was stopped by Zhao Yichen, "What are you doing!" ”

"The slave wants to pick up the papers, after all, it took the slave and the maid a long time to write down so much." Song Zhi was a little aggrieved, and her outstretched hand immediately stayed in the air.

"I asked you to write at the beginning, you didn't want to write well, and now what are you doing picking up that pile of garbage? Throw it away, throw it away. Zhao Yichen pulled Song Zhi's hand back, and there was a hint of hatred in his eyes.

Zhao Yichen really didn't understand what was wrong with her, obviously she didn't want to be obedient to herself before, but now she is like a weed without bones, the wind blows that way, and she falls that way.

"If you have hatred in your heart, just vent it, why should you be angry with these waste papers?" Song Zhi's hand was pulled by him a little painfully, and the strains left by practicing calligraphy in the past are still a little unwhole.

In a word, Zhao Yichen's mind was pierced.

Yes, he does have hatred.

He hates this throne, hates that a lonely family sits in a high position, and is constrained by others everywhere, knowing that he is the emperor who is in charge of one party's forces, but now he has no real power at all.

Zhao Yichen's originally good mood sank again at this moment.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Song Zhi immediately left his seat and knelt in front of Zhao Yichen on his knees, "I'm sorry, the slave knows her mistake." ”

This low-eyed appearance made Zhao Yichen think of the days when he had to choose to bow to those people in order to survive.

"I said, I don't want to see you like this, you kneel once, I will beat you once." Before the words fell, Zhao Yichen turned around and went back to pick up the whip.

When the whip was held in his hand, Zhao Yichen felt a little ridiculous again.

There are so many folds piled up on the table waiting for him to go to Zhu Pi, and he is now entangled with a slave here, and even deeply trapped in the love of children.

"Your Majesty, the princess has caused trouble in the mansion and caused a lot of discussion." Qin Neishou can always appear at critical moments to alleviate the embarrassing situation of the two not knowing how to get along.

"What's wrong with her?" Zhao Yichen hid the whip in his robe, and also hid the emotion that was about to come out in an unknown place.

"Back to Your Majesty, it seems that I heard that she caught a desert spy and is preparing to parade it on the street."

"Nonsense! Prepare for the drive, I'm going to take a look. ”

Just as Zhao Yichen was about to walk out of the gate of the Heavenly Temple with Qin Nei's attendants, he seemed to remember something again, and said to Song Zhi, "You go with me." ”

The season has already entered spring, the ground is warmer, and with the spring rain, you can still see some mud spots on the roadside.

Some pedestrian footprints can be faintly seen on the stone pavement.

Zhao Yichen and Song Zhi changed into civilian clothes, and did not bring a few attendants, and even Qin's attendants were left in the palace.

Passing by a lake, the lake lies quietly there, scattering a few ripples from time to time.

provoked Song Zhi to lift the curtain and poke his head out.

She hadn't smelled such a fresh fragrance of herbs for a long time, and this fragrance seemed to bring her back to the grassland where she had been thinking about it for a long time, and to the blue sky and green fields that belonged to her.

Zhao Yichen couldn't help but sneer, he had never seen such a Song Zhi, or perhaps, Song Zhi still had a lot of things that he didn't know. At this time, he is no longer a king, he wants to indulge himself, he just wants to follow the spring breeze, running on the grass by the river.

"Stop." Zhao Yichen stopped the carriage and horses.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Song Zhi's body leaned out for the most part, and she suddenly stopped the carriage and the horse made her almost fall out.

"Not much, accompany me... Accompany the king to get out of the car and take a walk. ”

A few wild ducks are swaying at the water's edge to feed, and the fresh grass color with the breeze blowing quickly dyes the original clear surface of the lake with a touch of green.

The warm spring light sprinkled on Song Zhi's face, and Zhao Yichen realized at this time that she was really beautiful, but there was a kind of unattainable loneliness.

Feeling that there were eyes watching him, Song Zhi followed his gaze, but only found Zhao Yichen with red ears.

"Your Majesty, what are you looking at?"