Happy?

A faint irony flashed in Chi Yao's heart, in this palace, he has always been happy on the surface with false feelings.

Her hand involuntarily rested on her chest, feeling the temperature of the fabric, as if it still had the taste of Su Ziqing just now.

She couldn't help but purse the corners of her mouth, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

At least someone cares about her.

Chi Yao held the placket of her clothes with more and more strength, and a trace of firmness flashed in her eyes, as if she was making some determination.

–

Su Ziqing left the palace early the next morning.

After greeting the queen, he excused himself and left, and stayed for a few days, but it was inconvenient for the queen to keep him.

He came in hugs when he came, but left alone when he left.

The morning air always has a hint of harshness, and when you inhale it, it makes people feel uncomfortable.

He gently turned the Buddha beads, the wide Buddha was slightly agitated in the morning wind, and the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes inexplicably added a fairy-like temperament to him, and the ink was so picturesque that people did not dare to speak loudly, fearing the heavens.

The vermilion tiles are the shops of the market, and the early vendors are still sleepy, and they are lifeless to fiddle with the things on the stalls.

Like this silent palace, no one made a loud noise, and no one hurried.

He looked back at the residence where Chi Yao's palace was located, and the look in his eyes was only unclear, but he could also feel an inexplicable emotion.

The palace opened for him is behind him, and after many years, he may not know when he will be able to meet, if this matter does not work, I am afraid...

[The male protagonist's blackening value is 60.] 】

Just as Su Ziqing turned around and left and was about to step out of the palace gate, a rush of footsteps came from behind him.

He subconsciously stopped, but he didn't dare to turn around to see who the person was.

"Qingding Buddha..."

The girl's sweet voice, with a slight stutter and a slight gasp, whispered his Dharma name.

A smile flashed in his eyes, trying to contain the surprise on his face.

[The male protagonist's blackening value is 50.] 】

He has a calm and a faint coldness on the surface, and there is a sense of distance between his eyebrows and eyes, which makes people feel like they are looking at it from afar.

"Your Royal Highness, what's the matter?"

"The frost and dew in the early morning are a little heavy, and the queen asked the palace to send her a cloak to protect her from the cold."

Su Ziqing saluted in the direction of the queen's palace.

"Thank you for your concern, and thank you... Sending off Her Royal Highness the Princess. ”

Chi Yao coughed gently, and the suppressed and broken voice sounded from time to time in her throat, she held a handkerchief and covered the corners of her mouth weakly, and the posture of the weak willow supporting the wind made people feel distressed when they looked at it.

Su Ziqing subconsciously frowned, and involuntarily took a step forward, but stood still and looked at her as if he remembered something.

"The dew is heavy, Her Royal Highness the princess should go back to the dormitory as soon as possible."

"The poor monk won't accept this cloak, and the poor monk will leave first."

Chi Yao took the clothes from the palace people on the side, and beckoned Su Ziqing to bend over.

"This palace knows that the Buddha doesn't like luxury, but the weather is too cold, and I ask the Buddha to take this cloak, don't have a cold."

Her voice seemed soft, but in fact, everyone around her could hear it clearly.

"Besides, this is also what the queen mother meant, and please don't refute the kindness of the mother."

"And... Hongu's kindness. ”

The last sentence was Chi Yao whispered in his ear with an angry voice, and the palace people next to him all lowered their heads, not knowing the small movements of the two of them at all.