What kind of bad thoughts can Mr. Xiao have?

Chapter 101
"Wanglou, I just think we should get to know each other... But probably no one wants to hear the story of me and the people I used to be. Maybe, you don't want to talk about the days after you entered the palace..."

Feeling the mood of the watchtower falling, Pei Yi hastily raised her other hand to hold his side face.

"What? I should be sorry, why are you sad?"

"You shouldn't compare my life to yours..."

Wanglou let go of her hand, pushed her shoulders to let her sit in the carriage, raised the whip and lashed the horse, causing the horse to speed up its pace.

Pei Yi's hand hung on his shoulder for a long time without the courage to drop it. She regretted mentioning his sad things, but he kept silent and didn't respond to her, and she didn't know if her comfort was hypocritical.

Why does it seem that even she doesn't know herself? She doesn't remember that she was so timid when she was in the north.

If this kind of shrinking originally came from the imperial city where she had been imprisoned for half of her life, why should this habit continue to be ingrained until it accompanied her for the rest of her life?

The bit of nature that was exposed on Mengshan Mountain reverted to its old ways, and no one passed by on the forest road, so Pei Yi simply put her arms around him from behind and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Wanglou, who had already suppressed the sadness, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and clasped the wrist she held on his chest in a little bewilderment.

"doing what?"

Why did she hug him suddenly?He didn't seem to have time to do anything, why did she take the initiative to get close to him?
"Do you want me to let go?"

Her warm breath made his neck tingle, and before he could think about why, he pressed her hand tightly.

but……

"why?"

He didn't understand, when he didn't figure out how to use the companionship along the way and her apology for causing his sadness just now to lure her closer, why would she get close to him at this time?

No, there should be some reason, no matter how bad it is, it must be something he did to make her feel grateful or guilty, in exchange for her intimacy.

Was he carrying her off the boat all the way to the city?Is it a cake?yes……

His cranky thoughts were interrupted softly by her.

"No reason, if you don't want to mention it, then we won't talk about it. Now I want to hug you, do I need a reason?"

Need a reason?

Don't you need it?

Wanglou is trapped in her own fog, the more she is so close that her heart is filled with joy, the more she feels that her feet are vain and insecure.

Even now she lightly kissed his side face, which made his whole body stiff, and his usual brilliant tongue and lotus flowers have been forgotten. He is like a puppet the size of an ordinary person, sitting here stiffly and being beaten. She leans on.

Pei Yi couldn't see his face, but his broad back stood upright, standing in front of her like a tree, able to block even the blowing hot wind.

His hand slipped between her fingers very slowly, interlocking his fingers.

Then he parked the carriage under the shade of a tree by the side of the road, turned his head, and tentatively put a kiss on her lips.

She didn't hide.

Even if Pei Yi hadn't completely let go of his guard against him as Wanglou expected, this confession would make him feel more at ease than her silence.

Pei Yi thought he would deepen the kiss, but he didn't.

This kiss was more like a shallow imprint, he stretched his brows and eyes, and kissed her forehead again.

The eyes he looked at her were like a wine cup full of affection, but it only made her smell the fragrance, and it didn't make her get drunk at all.

The feeling he gave her always seemed to be like this, always a little bit faint, even when she wanted to avoid him thinking clearly, he would not ask more questions.

Pei Yi doesn't know if it's...because he doesn't have the same...desires as men in the world, so he can move forward and retreat freely in love, and can always think clearly about the meaning of her every word, instead of simply understanding it as a promise and reject.

"Is that so?"

He pressed her hand on his heart, letting her touch the flustered but excited heartbeat under the clothes.

"Do you really need no reason to want to get close to Yi'er?"

"Of course, because you like me."

Northern girls should dare to love and hate, even if Pei Yi can't give him all her heart, she is still a little proud of his love.

He loves me.I like him too.

As long as there is such a premise, isn't it natural to want to get close?Why is there any reason?
"Yes, I like you..."

He lowered his head to avoid her smiling eyes, feeling ashamed and excited for his confession without any worries and designs at this moment.This heart was full of vitality again after many years, because he returned to his hometown, and because he completely lived himself back.

The tenderness and preference that once peeped, envied, and envied as a slave fell on him like the warm sunshine of southern Xinjiang.

Even if it's just a little missing in the shade of the trees, even if there are so many people and things in her heart, this ray of sunshine is enough to warm his body that crawled out of hell.

"So where are we going?"

Looking at Wanglou's red ears, Pei Yi's hesitation turned into pity.

She should know that for such a miserable person, no matter how distracted she is, she shouldn't neglect him.

"My concubine...cough cough, my mother used to live in the mountains and had a small yard, not big, but very clean, and no one knew about it."

For some unknown reason, Wanglou swallowed back the words about his life experience.

At least now is not the time to tell her.

"Hahahaha, why didn't you tell me sooner! Let's go back to the city, I want a bow, and buy some strong ropes, and I can hunt!"

Pei Yi has long seen that southern Xinjiang is rich in natural resources, and thought of being able to escape the world and live in seclusion in the mountains, she doesn't care even if it is more difficult or tiring.

This was the free life she had fantasized about for so many years, even if the watchtower told her not to rush for a while, she happily leaned on the watchtower's shoulder and asked questions along the way, and never got into the car again.

The two horses walked slower and slower, and they also felt that the weather today was very good, very good.

Qingluan Palace.

It didn't take much time for Wei Huaien to dress up like this.

Firstly, as the female crown prince, she did not intend to make her makeup as delicate and complicated as when she was conferred the title of princess.

The weather is already hot, and you have to climb the steps to the Temple of Heaven to worship the heaven and the earth to worship the ancestors, and you have to sing He Qing Haiyan with the courtiers. You have been criticized for being a woman, and it would be unbeautiful to spend face.

Secondly, the prince's robe she finally selected was changed from an old item left by Wei Huaide back then.

No one is sure what kind of dress the first female prince of the Liang Dynasty should wear, according to the rank of the princess?According to the queen's etiquette?Or copy men's robes?

When the subordinates insisted on quarreling over this big and small matter, citing scriptures and allusions, Wei Huai'en made up his mind.

Now she is taller than her elder brother when he was a teenager. According to her request, Wei Huaide's robe is decorated with a vermilion skirt, like a heroic soul emerging from the blood.

She used to always think of doing better than her brother, and wanted to completely get rid of those eyes that missed Wei Huaide from her, but when this day finally came, it seemed that only in this way could she gain courage from the weak connection with her brother.

As for the tiara, Wei Huai'en tied it up in a high bun, matching the red gold tiara passed down to her by the queen mother like a phoenix coming to the world.

She wanted to take the old belongings of her two relatives, to be watched by the heavens and the earth, and to be worshiped by all the officials.

How can the two most important guests of this ceremony be absent because of the separation between life and death.

While she was dressing, Xiao Qi'an sat quietly on the small couch under the window, propping up her chin and looking at her from the busy gap of the palace people.

Occasionally, Wei Huai'en would turn around and smile at him when he thought of him.

But he was indeed completely ignored by others, after all, today is a big day for the entire Qingluan Palace and the princess mansion.

From now on, they will follow their master into the East Palace. They only think that Wei Huai'en is their ladder to the sky, how dare they be lazy?

It doesn't matter whether Xiao Qi, the chief executive, is present or not. Even when the sun comes out, because Xiao Qi's seat blocks the light from Wei Huai'en's side, the little maids who used to be timid at the chief executive Xiao Qi come directly to invite Xiao Qi here politely. elsewhere.

Xiao Qi, who couldn't get his hands in and had nothing to say, loosened his collar, casually cleaned up the rest of Wei Huai'en's breakfast, and then looked in her direction intently.

Finally, when she was tidied up and ready to set off with the last bit of fat on her lips, Xiao Qi squeezed into the crowd, met her suspicious gaze in the mirror, and said respectfully:
"Your Highness is lucky today, can you give this servant a grace to help you put on lip balm?"

After thinking about it for a while, Wei Huai'en knew that he was still thinking about the kiss that teased him in the morning, he smiled and shook his head and dismissed the palace servants, waiting for him to "do his duty".

Xiao Qi held the lip balm box in his left hand, and the ring finger of his right hand circled in vermilion to dye the color, but did not touch Wei Huai'en's lips immediately.

The heroic and gentle Highness lowered his eyes to look at the servant kneeling on the ground, stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, then lowered his head and kissed his slightly parted lips.

"... Hmm, Wynn..."

Xiao Qi didn't dare to touch her dress, and he didn't dare to chase her too closely.When she made him unable to blend in through the crowd, he seemed to have returned to the time when he looked up to her and couldn't ask for it.

Even if he already knew how much she loved him and how much she was willing to pamper him, he would always feel uneasy when he had to give in because of his different identities.

She...she kept her mother and brother in mind, but what about him?Can't you leave a souvenir with her?

"Satisfied?"

She took out the veil from his arms, first wiped off the moisture on his lips, and then carefully cleaned herself with the other side.

Xiao Qi nodded, and carefully painted the lipstick on her lips with his ring finger. Xiao Qi knelt up straight and leaned in front of her, devoting himself to complete the last bit of dignity she lacked.

"...Can I kiss you again, Your Highness?"

He closed the lip balm box, didn't get up, and still held his head up, unwilling to leave.

It was her grace just now, but now it is his arrogance.

The dignified prince, will he accommodate the servant who wants to make an inch again?
"Just a moment."

Wei Huaien frowned, stretched out a finger and shook it in front of his eyes, then leaned forward and closed his eyes.

Of course she could see that Xiao Qi had been waiting all morning for her to notice him, and every time she cast her gaze over him, he would be overjoyed just to look at him.Now all he had to do was grow a tail and wag it behind him, begging her to get close to him one more time before leaving.

How could she bear to let him down?
Xiao Qi's breathing was stagnant, and she didn't feel it when she opened her eyes to look at him, but after closing those apricot eyes, he suddenly didn't dare to get close to her in her fairy-like attire, as if any tempting thought They are all blasphemous gods.

But he still approached slowly and pressed her lips lightly.

It's soft, warm, alive...

...and his too.

"It's time to go, Your Highness."

He stood up and stepped aside, followed her, and left the hall door with her half a body behind.

Wei Huai'en's vermilion was naturally dyed on the lips, but on Xiao Qiqiongshan's jade-like face, not only was it not obtrusive, but it actually added a lot of color to him.

Wei Huai'en helped Xiao Qi's arm into the sedan chair, and the group went straight to the Temple of Heaven.

Temple of Heaven.

The Imperial Forest Army and Xuanyu Guards were guarding the outer layer, and the courtiers stood in line under the Temple of Heaven.Emperor Yonghe and Wei Huai'en climbed up the steps one after the other, and among the several important officials who followed were Yu Zhiyan and Lu Zhong.

When they reached the highest point, the important officials could only stop at the bottom of the steps, watching one bright yellow and one vermilion figure go towards the center of the altar.

Before reciting the sacrificial oration, Emperor Yonghe turned his head to look at Wei Huai'en who was kneeling beside him, and lightly brushed her hair crown and temples.

Wei Huaien looked up and read out from his lips: "Very good."

The Echo Wall expanded the voice of Emperor Yonghe's chanting to all directions, and the sky and the earth were dark, as if all of a sudden, the people on the steps could only hear this long sacrificial text, and they knelt down together as if they had a feeling, listening quietly to the vastness. sound.

It was not until the voice of Emperor Yonghe disappeared for a long time that everyone woke up from the fugue, because Zhiyan and others led the mountain to shout long live.

Next, it's Wei Huai'en.

Standing under the Temple of Heaven, leading a circle of Xuanyu Guards and Yulin Army to guard against the disrespect of the officials, Xiao Qi glanced at the officials one by one with sharp eyes. If someone secretly disdains Wei Huai'en, he will naturally come After that, I will greet you well.

But when Wei Huai'en spoke, the last bit of contempt hidden in everyone's hearts disappeared.

People who don't believe in ghosts and gods, or gods and Buddhas, today have to rely on the reverberations of the Temple of Heaven and the mysteries of human hearts to prove to all people in the world that she, Wei Huai'en, is what destiny wants.

Qingyue's voice became ethereal amidst the tremors, like the sound of the heavenly palace, like the Sanskrit sound of Lingshan. Compared with the chanting of the emperor Yonghe, it has more divinity to communicate with heaven and earth.

The emperor's sky is above, the earth is full of spirits, and the sky is blue and blue. In the middle of the white marble platform, the vermilion fiery figure is like a phoenix spreading its wings, which is more vigorous than the real dragon beside it.

"...Haiyan Shifeng, Suihe Zhenxiang.

Serve! "

　Xiao Qi - A Generation of Demon Empress

　　
　
(End of this chapter)