"You said I'm being willful? You've never said that to me!" Ziyuan kicked the broken utensils on the ground. Oops, he pricked his toes, and a stream of blood slowly flowed out from his shoes. It hurt.
She cried out.
This pain made her even more angry, and even these useless decorations turned against her.
"Princess, are you okay?" The maid on the side hurried over to bandage the princess.
"Prick you and see if you are okay?" the princess said angrily.
The current princess will get angry at anyone she catches.
The prince glanced at her and ignored her.
He knew clearly that if he comforted her now, it would only make her push forward, but would not stop her from thinking about the number one scholar. A county groom is a man worthy of all men in the world, but there is only one in such a huge prince's palace.
Prince Jiye cannot afford to pay or gamble.
"Humph!" The princess angrily stamped her feet on the spot. The more she stamped her feet, the more painful it became.
Watching her father leave, she knew that her father was serious this time! He had never felt so sorry for his daughter, especially when he saw his daughter's shoes stained red and bleeding so much.
"Princess, let's sit down." The maid said tremblingly. No one wanted to poke this powder keg, but they couldn't ignore it when they saw her bleeding.
"Get away! Get away!" The princess kicked the maid away with her bloody shoe.
Her mood was extremely bad.
The commander-in-chief is gone, and his father no longer loves him...
Sometimes the more you can't get something, the more you want it. The same is true for the princess. Father, what you don't let me have, I just want to have it, and I get it by my own ability, no longer relying on you!
The princess made up her mind to get her prince horse.
…
On the racecourse.
Isn't the horse that the figure Datong saw riding on is the white horse given to him by Lady Haitang?
How could Datong not be familiar with that back figure? Even though she was wearing clothes that she had never worn before, Datong could still recognize her, because what he saw was not the clothes, but the cold back.
Begonia...
Datong murmured to himself, unable to believe his eyes. He thought she was far away, but now she was so close at hand?
Lady...
Datong casually took a horse, followed closely, and rode up, raising a puff of smoke...
A pair of people and a pair of horses, running freely on the racecourse...
Datong has never felt like this before. It is the feeling of galloping. He is a scholar, but he has the state of mind of a military commander or a master of martial arts. It is all because his wife is in front and he wants to catch up with her. He likes this kind of feeling.
Feel.
Haitang rode a white horse on the racecourse, circle after circle. The horse's hooves kicked up not only the smoke and yellow sand, but also the leaves of the autumn ginkgo, orange and gorgeous...
The white horse neighed in the air, and Haitang slowly stopped. Looking back, she saw that the man was not far behind her, coming on horseback, as if he wanted to pick her up.
The man's delicate and elegant appearance has not changed at all. Riding on the horse, he has a different flavor. This feeling is something Haitang has never thought of, as if the person on the horse is not Datong...
Datong's horse stopped, right in front of Haitang.
They both dismounted at the same time.
each other walking towards each other.
"Madam..."
"Ms. sir..."
They didn't hug each other tightly, but they looked at each other intently. The deep meaning in their eyes could only be understood by them.
Sometimes, no words or actions are needed, just looking at the other person is enough.