Transmigrated Princess

When I went out, the sky was gloomy and the temperature dropped sharply.

When we arrived at the edge of the Imperial City, there was a light rain in the sky.

The cold air mixed with raindrops made the whole world foggy.

"It was fine in the morning, and suddenly it rained."

Qingmei pulled her clothes and was disturbed by the sudden rain.

It doesn't rain much, it's continuous.

It's cold.

When the wind blew, the face was cold, and the cold air came in from the collar.

It can't be covered with an umbrella. It's not like the vigorous showers in summer. It comes and goes quickly.

Look at this momentum. It's estimated that it will be down for a while.

Su Xiangwan put on his cloak. He was in a good mood. He didn't feel very cold. He had no opinion about the sudden rain.

The imperial city is towering. Looking at the green gray bricks and stones, she feels that the current scenery has a unique charm.

In a good mood, everything is good.

Qingmei accompanied her for a while and couldn't help saying, "I don't know when the prince will come out."

Su Xiangwan doesn't know when he will come out.

She pulled her cloak and put on her hat to keep out the wind: "the worst thing is to wait until the palace gate is closed. I can still afford to wait at this time."

Qingmei smiled at her aunt: "it must be nice to see you as soon as the prince leaves the palace."

The voice just fell. Su Xiangwan saw a figure coming out of the gate of the palace, and his eyes lit up for a few minutes.

Someone around Zhao Rongxian was carrying an umbrella for him. The distance was too far. For a time, he could only see the gold and silver thread embroidered on the corner of his fancy clothes.

The royal blue robe is mixed with wind and rain. Taking advantage of the blue stone brick and dark misty rain, it has a cold and dusty temperament.

Su Xiangwan ran up without even carrying an umbrella.

Green plum can't catch up.

She pressed her hat low, ran to Zhao Rongxian and suddenly got under his umbrella.

He raised his eyes a little, and his cold eyes suddenly caught a bright color, like a small flame strung up in the cold rain.

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes were wet and hung shakily. There were drops of water on his face. It was originally the appearance of small white flowers. The rain was stained, which set off a bit of innocent weakness.

But she smiled at him. In her bent eyes, she seemed to hide a faint light of perplexing people.

Su Xiangwan saw that there were outsiders. He didn't dare to hold them up. He only whispered, "I'll pick you up."

Zhao Rong took a long breath to settle down.

He suddenly took the umbrella he carried next to him and firmly caged her. Then he said, "why don't you take the umbrella?"

Su Xiangwan's cloak was covered with fine moisture.

She patted, pointed to the umbrella in his hand and said, "don't you have it? I'll just have an umbrella with you."

Zhao Rongxian wanted to be angry, but he couldn't get angry.

Every time he went out of the palace, his subordinates were waiting for him to return.

Only this time, it was the family waiting for him to go back.

She came in the wind and rain, from under the umbrella to the tip of his heart, which made people tremble with pain.

Zhao Rongxian was about to make a sound when he suddenly thought of something. His face suddenly changed and his tone sank: "it's too cold outside. You're in the rain. Go back quickly."

Su Xiangwan is not stupid.

Zhao Rongxian's face was bad and his tone was obviously wrong.

Her eyes were puzzled: "what's the matter? Aren't you happy that I'll pick you up?"

Zhao Rongxian grabbed her cold hand as if he wanted to crush her and hide her in his arms.

"Don't think about it. Even if you don't come, the king will come to you when he leaves the palace. He just suddenly remembered something important."

Su Xiangwan felt that this important matter should be very serious.

Because Zhao Rongxian's face is really ugly.

She still knew how to prioritize, and then hurriedly said, "business is important, so you're busy first, and I'll wait for you."

He sent Su Xiangwan back to the carriage and ordered Yuansi: "send more people to follow in and out."

The words were serious. Su Xiangwan listened in the carriage and was nervous for some reason.

Something must have happened.

Is there any danger to her?

Zhao Rongxian was probably very worried. Su Xiangwan didn't even say goodbye, so the carriage left.

The rain fell a little harder.

Zhao Rongxian stood with an umbrella for a while, confirmed the carriage in his sight, and slowly disappeared in the fog. His look slowed down a little.

Just... Still ugly.

The footsteps behind him were very light. Soon, a voice also sounded: "Your Highness the king of Henan... What are you looking at?"

Zhao Rongxian looked back with cold eyes.

"Nothing."

He didn't seem to want to say a word to the people in front of him.

Yan Tianfang was stifled by his look of refusing people thousands of miles away, and angrily hooked his nose.

I knew he was not easy to get along with, but he cooperated at any rate. At that time, although he didn't have a pleasant face, he wouldn't be like this

There is hostility that can't be pressed

Yes, it's hostility.

Yan Tianfang couldn't think of when he offended him.

Did he sneak into Beijing and hide it from him, and Zhao Rongxian was angry?

Or... When he was in prison, he didn't try to rescue him, so Zhao Rongxian thought he had two hearts?

He thought that there was no need for estrangement because of this small misunderstanding, so he took the initiative to say: "by the way, I haven't congratulated His Highness the king of Henan. It's safe now. It's such a happy thing. Why don't we go and have a glass of water and wine to celebrate?"

Unfortunately, Zhao Rongxian was ungrateful.

He directly refused: "no, the king is still busy. The son of the world is free."

Yan Tianfang saw that he was leaving, so he didn't give up and stopped the way: "look, I don't have an umbrella here. If your highness gave me a ride."

Zhao Rong obviously didn't enter the oil and salt and didn't eat hard and soft: "where is the son of God? The king sent someone to give you a ride."

Yan Tianfang felt that his "give you a ride" always seemed to have other meanings.

He raised one eyebrow and didn't mind his cold face at all. He vaguely said, "I've come to the capital from a long distance. Your highness, don't you invite me to the king's residence of Henan?"

Zhao Rongxian still answered, "the king is busy. The son of the world is free."

He obviously didn't intend to talk nonsense with Yan Tianfang this time. He just walked away.

Yan Tianfang wanted to get in the way. He bypassed him and threw himself into the air.

The rain rustled down.

Yan Tianfang was caught in the rain and didn't hurry away. He just looked at Zhao Rongxian's back and looked thoughtful.

Yan Bing put up his umbrella and said in a voice, "son of God, what's the matter?"

Yan Tianfang thought for a moment and said, "King Yu is a little strange."

"Your Highness the king of Henan... It seems that it has always been so strange."

Yan Tianfang quickly shook his head: "no... how to say, it's different from the previous coldness. Before, I thought he didn't want to talk to me. Now I think... He seems to... Hate me."

But he didn't do anything to annoy Zhao Rongxian.

That's strange.

He remembered another thing: "did you see it just now?"

"What?" Yan Bing didn't know what he meant.

"There's a woman."

“……”

Yan Bing feels that Yan Tianfang has made another mistake.

"Shizi, apart from the palace maids, what women are there in the imperial city?"

Yan Tianfang hurriedly said, "no, it's the carriage that just left. There seems to be a woman on it."

Although wearing a cloak and a hat, I can't see my body and face when sitting in the carriage.

But he felt from experience that it was a woman.