Fuying's voice was thin and soft, and she whispered: "Go and sit on the chariot."

This was the first thing the little princess said to him after she woke up. It was not like the dependence she had at night. Her tone was unfamiliar and cautious, as if her tongue had been burned and she couldn't say anything.

As a prince, he naturally needs to ride on the chariot, and he absolutely does not have to stay with her, as far away from her as possible.

The young man's misty eyes were fixed on her, making her dare not look up and look directly at her. She slowly began to slow down, waiting for him to take the initiative to leave him and abandon her.

In the early spring of the Daming Palace, there are soft branches and leaves everywhere, the continuous palaces, the majestic brackets and the majestic eaves, the glazed animal spines on the eaves are shining with bright light, mixed with the cool spring breeze blowing slowly, through the long

The wind rustled in the vermilion palace road, and the young man's voice, wrapped in a deep smile, flowed into Fuying's ears along with the sound of the wind.

"Aying, you are finally willing to pay attention to me."

Fuying looked a little embarrassed, her small and delicate lips pursed tightly, her eyes fixed on her toes, and she stopped. The young man also stopped with her, and the palace servants behind her also stopped one by one.

Song Aweng had already gone to the study room to recover. Fuying looked back. She was originally the highest status among these people, but now she has become the lowest. However, the palace people still bowed humbly as before.

, take the initiative to avoid her sight.

The girl turned her head, lowered her voice, and whispered: "You don't have to accommodate me. The Holy One has something urgent to disturb you, so you go ahead and I'll go alone."

Pei Yan's voice was extremely sincere: "I didn't accommodate you."

Fuying finally glanced at him and couldn't help but think, if this isn't accommodation, what is it?

Asking herself, she felt that she had not felt sorry for him in any way, and it was not her original intention to steal a dragon and turn a phoenix into a phoenix. Although she was a substitute to die in the sea of ​​​​fire instead of him, how could the instinct to survive be a fault?

?

She has become his substitute since she was born. The person who planned all of this is his mother Lan Zhaoyi. If he really feels guilty and feels that she has stolen his life and blames her endlessly,

Then she will never accept his accountability.

Fuying was in a state of confusion, with all kinds of thoughts popping up in her mind, but the boy next to her suddenly bent down and gently touched the toe of her shoe. The little princess was startled.

, and suddenly took a step back.

But Pei Yan's face didn't change, and she patted her lightly. It turned out that there was some mud on her shoes. The young man in his sight showed no concern for his current status, and his movements were gentle and meticulous, just like he used to be a princess's slave.

That way, everything seems to be in order.

Fu Ying was extremely panicked and anxious. She immediately wanted to hide her little feet in her dress: "What are you doing? Get up quickly. What if someone sees you?"

The smile on the young man's lips was as bright as the breeze and the bright moon: "Fortunately, the shoes and socks were not wet and stained. It was wet and cold in early spring, and my feet would be cold if they were stained by the soft mud."

While he was cleaning her shoes gently, he still held her hand tightly and refused to let go.

Fuying couldn't figure out what kind of mentality he had by lowering himself in public. Did he still think that he was a slave and she was the master?

It’s so strange, how is this possible?

When he was a slave, he still had ambitions in his eyes. Now that he has become a prince, how can he lose his ambition and miss the days when he was a slave?

Aren’t you afraid that people like Daming Palace will laugh at him?

Fuying has always had mixed feelings in her heart. She doesn't know how to face her unknown future, let alone Pei Yan.

From the first time he saw Pei Yan, his identity was that of a slave, a person who was always by her side at her call. She used her identity as a princess to get close to a loyal, wise, courageous and strategic slave.

A completely normal thing.

However, this slave suddenly transformed into a prince and became her royal brother. No, not the royal brother, but the person who exchanged identities with her. So, how should she face him?

Fuying thought about it for a long time, but couldn't come up with a useful answer.

Making him a slave was a coincidence and God's will, but she had a clear conscience and had never treated him harshly, so the only thing she had to do was actually——

"You have suffered all these years when you have been living outside." Such gentle words came out of the little princess's mouth, and they were extremely beautiful. Her slender eyelashes trembled in the blink of an eye, and her sultry almond eyes were more beautiful than those holding the mountain spring.

The spring water must be clean and pure, and every word of it can directly touch people's hearts: "If you don't have a good time, you will be safe, smooth, happy and joyful in the future."

Pei Yan frowned slightly, her voice was softer than dew, and her sincere gesture was absolutely endearing, but he could hear a hint of alienation.

Then he lowered his head slightly and told her in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Ah Ying, I never need peace and success, happiness and joy, I just want..."

Suddenly, the eunuch's voice came from the front. It was Song Aweng who sent someone to bring the chariot. Eight eunuchs stopped neatly by the roadside and respectfully asked Fu Ying and Pei Yan to get on the chariot.

Fu Ying understood that this was Song Aweng's kindness and couldn't bear to refuse, so she had to temporarily put aside her desire to practice and hold the palace maid's hand to get on the chariot.

But before taking steps, Pei Yan had no scruples, put his hands on her waist, lifted her up, and then moved to sit on his chariot.

The two chariots walked side by side, Fuying squeezed the palms hidden in his sleeves tightly. Just now, he had held her so tightly, but now that they were out of his palms, the hot touch on her fingertips was still there.

Surrounded by memories, burning and touching people's hearts.

He suddenly thought of how he called himself.

He called himself, Ah Ying.

Ever since everything came to light, he had called her this way.

He didn't dare to call her like that before, and certainly he didn't dare to hold her hand tightly and never let go.

Pei Yan couldn't help but glance at him.

A tall and straight young man with pine-shaped crane bones, he seemed to be taller and stronger than before. Standing beside her, the shadow he raised was enough to completely cover her. People in the Wei Dynasty called Xie Zhou the Phoenix in the Snow.

The style of the robe is unparalleled, but Pei Yan is completely opposite to it.

If Xie Zhou is like the beautiful pine and bamboo trees, then Pei Yan is like the gorgeous red peony. With such charming charm and almost demonic handsomeness, I'm afraid I won't be able to find another young man like him in Chang'an City.

But this bright red peony does not have any of the kitsch of the human world. The green mountains and flowing water hitting the rocks are not even one ten thousandth of his own dazzling power. Perhaps there is no need to verify it in the future. Now, he has the momentum to shake the mountains and rivers.<
Chapter completed!