The sky that was sunny just now turned into dark clouds in the blink of an eye, and the next second, thin raindrops sprinkled down one after another, adding a bit of coolness.
Yehua was still dressed in a bright red shirt, with large mandarin flowers embroidered on the hem. The bright colors, coupled with her handsome face, could not be ignored even among the colorful flowers.
However, Xiao Jiu behind him looked a bit embarrassed in comparison. He ran a few steps forward in a panic, wiped the rain on his face randomly, raised his head slightly, and asked curiously.
"My lord, why did you tell her your life story?"
"Huh?" Yehua hummed a deep tone, and instead of answering his question directly, he asked:
"How long have you been listening?"
"A little while." Xiao Jiu smiled and stretched out his hand to make a small gesture, looked up at Ye Hua with a bit of embarrassment, and scratched his head.
Yehua said nothing and quickened his pace. After a while, he left Xiao Jiu behind for a long distance.
"Your Majesty." Seeing that Yehua was not angry and seeing that there was no one else around, Xiaojiu quickly ran to Yehua's side and asked playfully: "Your Majesty, do you like her?"
In fact, despite the unpleasantness of their first meeting, Xiaojiu felt that Hua Xuanji was not a heinous person in his heart, not to mention that she was the prince's matchmaker, and for so many years, no one had been able to get into his heart.
Even I have only seen the prince acting abnormally once.
Or because of—her.
"Like it?" Yehua stopped suddenly, narrowed his cool eyes slightly, and the cold rain fell on his lips. The cold touch suddenly reminded him of the gentle and deep kiss just now.
I raised my head slightly and saw that the dark clouds in the sky had not yet dispersed. It seemed that autumn was about to begin.
"Go to the steward to bring a stove and put it in my room, and get her some thicker clothes." After that, he walked towards Wanyao's room without looking back.
Autumn is here, which means that day is coming soon.
Xiaojiu stood there and took a long time to react. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, he quickly ran towards the steward.
On the other side, Hua Xuanji and Qing Ge were chatting endlessly.
Hua Xuanji first looked around Qingge carefully, and when she made sure that she had no other problems, she finally put a smile on her face, but for some reason her eyes suddenly became hazy.
When I reached out and wiped it, my hand was filled with water drops.
"Miss, don't cry." Qingge saw Hua Xuanji's tears and hurriedly wiped them for her. Unexpectedly, her own tears fell unconsciously as she wiped them.
"Okay, okay. You can't cry either." Hua Xuanji pinched Qingge's face, and burst into laughter with a burst of tears.
The tears in Qing Ge's eyes couldn't stop. She had heard Xiao Jiu occasionally mention that the young lady went to the Prince's Mansion to be a maid for her, and suffered in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Even after marrying the prince, she would continue to suffer. Thinking of it,
Here, Qingge grabbed Hua Xuanji's hand and looked at the innocent face that had lost weight but was still full of smiles. Her body trembled slightly, but in the next second she returned to her previous appearance, wiping away tears.
road.
"Miss, you have suffered."
Hua Xuanji also reached out to help her wipe away her tears, while comforting her: "It's not painful. Isn't everything okay now?"
As she spoke, Hua Xuanji took out the folded paper from her arms, showed it in front of Qing Ge, and said with a look full of expectation:
"When I find this object, I can take you away from the palace and fly far away." At the end of the sentence, his tone gradually weakened, and he felt as if something had ticked his heart, and his eyes instantly dimmed.
Yes, that's great. You can leave after you get that sign.
But why couldn't I feel happy at all?
The small hand seemed to accidentally touch the corner of his lips, and the deep kiss could not be forgotten in his mind. And the naked face that night, I couldn't help but tremble when I thought of Hua Xuanji.
Qingge's eyebrows that were still sad just now slowly frowned, and she stared at the carefully drawn but wrinkled paper for a moment. Her heart trembled, looking at Hua Xuanji's face that suddenly turned dim, her eyes filled with laughter.
An indescribable brilliance flashed dimly.
"Squeak." The window behind her suddenly shook violently, which suddenly pulled Hua Xuanji out of her heavy thoughts. Just as she was about to look back to see what happened, she heard a soft song:
"Miss, it's almost noon, you haven't eaten yet?"
"Yes." It was better not to say it. When Qing Ge said this, Hua Xuanji really felt empty in her stomach.
"Then wait here, miss. I'll go get something to eat from the cook."
"Forget it." Hua Xuanji suddenly thought about that time Qing Ge was embarrassed by Wanyao's maid, and shook her head and said, "I'm not that hungry either."
"It's okay." Qing Ge seemed to have noticed Hua Xuanji's worry, and smiled and said: "I am no longer the Qing Ge who was exploited by others." After saying that, he patted his chest and acted like he was not afraid of anything.
The appearance of not being afraid of the ground.
"Then don't forget to bring an umbrella." Hua Xuanji saw that she couldn't resist Qingge, shook her head, and reminded somewhat helplessly.
"I know." Qingge responded, took an oil-paper umbrella and walked out.
Hua Xuanji was left alone in the whole house again.
Because she was holding an umbrella, Qingge didn't close the door completely tightly. The cold wind blew in along the small gap, making Hua Xuanji shiver from the cold, and she quickly stepped forward to close the door tightly.
However, before she could reach out and touch the door, her eyes were caught off guard and gently bound by a pair of cold hands.