The concubine was reborn, and the cold prince was made red in the face

Zuo Xiangning looked up at the eyes behind the mask.

The eyes of the mask were as big as his eyes, and the shape of his eyes couldn't be seen at all.

"What's wrong?" The man straightened the bow that was tilted to one side and said, "Do you know that women shouldn't look at men like this? It can easily cause men to misunderstand."

"Who are you?" Zuo Xiangning asked tremblingly, "Do you know Ling Xiao?"

"Why do you always ask me this question?" The man asked strangely: "If he is here, he will come back to you. If he is not here, you have to forget about him. Sometimes people have to learn to let go. Live your life.”

"You look so much like him." Zuo Xiangning pursed her lower lip and whispered: "It's a pity that you are not..."

Zuo Xiangning untied the tie in front of her neck, tied it again, and said softly: "Let's go."

The man's eyes dimmed slightly and he walked towards the door first.

The woman behind him looked at his back facing the morning light, and her doubts deepened.

How could they look so similar apart from being thin?

The man walked into the yard, turned back to her and said, "Are you going or not?"

Zuo Xiangning raised her feet and followed behind him.

When they reached the carriage, the man held out his hand to her.

Zuo Xiangning glanced at the hand, put her hand on his arm, and got into the carriage.

Zuo Xiangning entered the carriage, and as soon as she sat down in her seat, she saw the masked man also getting on the carriage.

Zuo Xiangning hurriedly stood up and wanted to give up her seat.

But the masked man had already taken the side seat first.

Zuo Xiangning gently sat back on the mat.

Half an hour later, the carriage stopped at a small pier.

After getting off the carriage, Zuo Xiangning saw a unique painting boat parked on the vast river.

This painting boat has a slender figure, with its bow and stern tilted elegantly, like a bright pearl inlaid on the blue waves.

Zuo Xiangning couldn't help but exclaimed, "Is this the painting boat?"

"Go up and have a look." The man smiled and helped her get on the boat.

Zuo Xiangning gently touched the outer wall of the painting boat, which was carefully decorated with various landscape paintings, flower and bird paintings, and each painting was lifelike. Walking on the boat was like being in one of the exquisite paintings. Feeling extremely comfortable and peaceful.

With the fluctuation of the river water, the boat swayed gently. Several small fish jumped out of the water, turned over their bodies, and dived to the bottom in an instant. The lake surface returned to calm.

In such beautiful scenery, people can temporarily forget the troubles of the world and immerse themselves in this unique beauty.

Suddenly, the painting boat turned a corner along the river, and the scenery in front of it changed. The painting boat entered a wide water area, and there were more boats around it.

Most of them are low awning boats, but there are also many gorgeously decorated cruise ships interspersed among them. The embankment is crowded with people and bustling with shops and tourists coming and going, making it a bustling and lively scene.

"Want to go ashore and have a look?" the masked man asked.

Zuo Xiangning had wanted to take a look for a long time, so she nodded hurriedly.

"Put on the veil." The masked man took out the white veil from his arms and handed it to Zuo Xiangning.

Zuo Xiangning took it obediently, and as soon as she put it on, the masked man put his arms around her waist, and while she screamed, he hugged her and landed on the shore.

The masked man grabbed her wrist. Zuo Xiangning tried to break free, but couldn't.

"Be honest, otherwise, I won't take you shopping." The masked man whispered.

Zuo Xiangning pouted her lips and stopped struggling.

Most of the vendors on the street sold exquisitely crafted items. Zuo Xiangning looked around, pulling the masked man to look around.

The masked man followed her around in a good-natured manner, paying bills and getting things for her.

At noon, the masked man took Zuo Xiangning back to the boat. Zuo Xiangning finished her meal and lay on the imperial concubine's couch on the first floor of the boat, basking in the sun and blowing the breeze, swaying with the waves, and closing her eyes in a daze.

The masked man stood on the bow of the boat four or five meters away from her, looking back at her from time to time.

When she fell asleep, he went to get a thin quilt and gently put it on her body.

Zuo Xiangning turned over, facing him, and fell asleep deeper.

Her body leaned gently on the soft cushions, with elegant curves and a peaceful face.

Her skin looks whiter and more delicate under the sunlight. Her eyes are slightly closed, and her long eyelashes leave a faint shadow under her eyelids. There is a faint tranquility between her eyebrows, as if she is integrated with the surrounding environment, like a picture. A peaceful picture.

The man looked at this woman with lingering eyes.

In his heart, he told himself countless times that if he wanted this woman to be happy, he had to stay away from this woman.

But he couldn't help it!

Seeing her with that Bai Fengyu, he was so jealous that he went crazy. He couldn't give this woman happiness, but he couldn't bear to see other men give her happiness.

What should he do with her?

He really wanted to just keep her by his side. As long as he could be with her every day without getting married or having children, he was also willing.

But is she willing?

Of course she doesn't want to. She has so many ties to the capital, so how can she let it go?

The masked man walked to the bow of the boat, facing the wind, and looked into the distance with endless sadness in his eyes.

Zuo Xiangning slept for a long time, and when she woke up again, the sun was already in the west.

She looked at the man standing in the wind, pursed her lips tightly, and tears slowly blurred her vision.

If it were him, that would be great.

"I'll take you to the theater tonight, will you go?" the masked man said to her without looking back.

Zuo Xiangning hurriedly sniffed, wiped away her tears, and said in a humming voice: "I want to eat steamed river fish for lunch."

The man turned around, looked into her reddish eyes, and said, "Okay."

The two had dinner first that night, and then went to the theater to listen to two plays.

After listening to the play, it was already past the second watch.

The market was still noisy and crowded.

The man protected Zuo Xiangning inside and walked forward for a while with the flow of people. Seeing that the crowd would not disperse for a while, he pointed to a wonton stall next to him and said: "There are too many people now, let's stay there for a while. , wait until everyone has dispersed before leaving."

Zuo Xiangning followed him and sat at the innermost table.

The wonton sellers were an old couple. The old lady was making the wontons and the old man was cooking them in the pot.

"Your fire is a bit too strong, be careful the pot will burn dry." The old lady muttered beside her.

"I don't need you to worry about it, just take care of your own work." The old man smiled and said: "You put less stuffing in it, the skin will break when you cook it, and the soup will be ugly. "

"When you cook, you don't stir gently..."

Zuo Xiangning listened to the old couple's conversation, and the corners of her mouth became higher and higher.

She had never seen such a couple before. It was really interesting.

"Do you put chopped green onion in the wontons of the two guests?" the old man asked.

"Put some more," Zuo Xiangning said to the old stall owner with a smile: "Boss, put more chopped green onions for me. I also want some spicy oil."

"Okay!" The old man smiled and brought a small white porcelain bottle to Zuo Xiangning, "This is what our mother-in-law cooks and eats herself. If you don't mind, girl, give it a try."

"Thank you." Zuo Xiangning smiled and took out a little bit with a small spoon, put it in her bowl, then added half a spoonful of vinegar, stirred the soup, picked it up and took a big sip.

Sour and spicy, it is truly delicious.

The masked man followed suit and took a sip. He almost spit it out. It was sour and spicy. What was this thing called?