Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

The sky is getting darker, the snow is falling more densely, the wind and snow are rolling, and the door curtains are creaking.

As soon as I opened the door and walked out, the wind came over me, the corners of my clothes were fluttering, and the chill became more and more pressing.

Song Shiyun went out first and had already held up his umbrella, but even so, in the blink of an eye, his hair was still stained with white.

"Your Highness, be careful and don't fall." Song Shiyun almost blocked the entire umbrella in front of Nan Qiao, and finally managed to block some of the wind and snow.

"Prime Minister, you should also watch your step." Nan Qiao had a smile on his face again.

However, Nan Qiao glanced at the distance between the two:

"Prime Minister, will I eat you? Or do I have a smell that you don't like?"

At such a distance, most of Song Shiyun's body was outside the umbrella.

"No." Song Shiyun shook his head. Not only did he not get closer to Nan Qiao, but he moved further away, standing completely outside the umbrella, like a boy holding an umbrella.

The biting wind blew his voice a little far away, and a layer of snow fell in his sight. In the haze, Nan Qiao looked at his thin lips opening and closing several times, and the sound was vague and unreal. Probe into your ears.

"Your Highness is a woman after all. Whether you mind or not, three people make a tiger, so it's better to be more careful."

Although he had no choice but to agree to Nan Qiao's request, he had always abided by etiquette and would definitely not be able to share an umbrella with a girl who had not yet left the court.

Avoiding suspicion is just the most basic thing.

"The Prime Minister is feeling cold." Nan Qiao glanced at the umbrella that was completely blocking her body, indicating something.

I don't know if it was because of the wind and snow, but Song Shiyun felt that there was a hint of coolness in Nan Qiao's voice, unlike her original sweetness.

He was probably a little angry and didn't follow her wishes, he guessed, but he still persisted.

"I am a man, not that frail."

Although he looks thin, he is actually a martial arts practitioner, and his physical fitness is much better than that of Nan Qiao, a princess who never leaves the second door.

Does this mean she is weak?

Nan Qiao narrowed his eyes, seemingly dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything and let him go.

Weak or not, he will naturally know later.

In the dark night with falling snow, even if I have turned on the light, it is not very clear after all, so I can only walk slowly.

"Before we met, I didn't expect that the Prime Minister would be so young. I believe that the Prime Minister's talent must be extremely outstanding."

Nan Qiao didn't want to just walk back in silence and took the initiative to start the conversation.

"Your Highness has given you the award. I am just lucky enough to have caught the eye of the Emperor. When it comes to talent, there are so many talented people in the court, no less talented than I."

"The Prime Minister is too humble. His diligence in coming to the palace despite the heavy snowfall is probably beyond the reach of many people. The Heavenly Father just rewarded many ministers a few days ago, but I just don't know——"

"Did your father bestow upon such a diligent Prime Minister some great beauties?"

Speaking of this, Nan Qiao's eyes suddenly lit up, full of gossip.

Song Shiyun had always treated Nan Qiao as a child. He didn't feel offended when Nan Qiao asked these questions. What could a child understand? He was just curious. He was quite dumbfounded: "I haven't gotten married yet."

The Song family did not have the habit of taking concubines before they married.

"Oh." Nan Qiao nodded, seemingly satisfied or something else.

Song Shiyun couldn't understand what Nan Qiao's expression meant, but from the few words he just said, he knew that Nan Qiao was probably thinking out loud and didn't go into details.

The wind and snow were falling, and we chatted one after another.

In about a quarter of an hour, we arrived at the gate of Nanqiao Palace.

Nan Qiao stopped pestering him and thanked Song Shiyun readily: "Thank you, Prime Minister. I will go back to the palace first——"

"Prime Minister, you—ah!"

Nan Qiao turned around to leave, but it was dark and the road was slippery. She was walking so fast that she stepped on something. She swayed and was about to pounce forward.

There is a raised step in front of it, which is extremely hard. If you fall down, the consequences will be disastrous.

Song Shiyun's pupils shrank, and he quickly reached out to fish it out. Before Nan Qiao fell to the ground, he hooked her waist and brought her into his arms.

The umbrella fell to the snow without a sound.

He was steady and didn't even retreat, but Nan Qiao couldn't stop due to inertia.

Nan Qiao fell into Song Shiyun's arms, leaned on Song Shiyun's shoulder, raised his head, and met Song Shiyun's eyes with his head lowered.

Nan Qiao was in shock, her heart beating violently.

"Plop, plop..."