Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

The mountains are foggy and the road is windy.

He led the horse forward, but when Ji suddenly reached out and patted the pier, the horse ran off into the distance.

"You...why is this?" His eyes froze, and then he said: "There is only one horse left."

Ji smiled at him, "A horse, just right."

At this moment, the man in the black jade brocade robe is watching over for a moment. Across the shade of the trees, the scenery on the road is reflected in the river. In the middle of it, it seems like a banished fairy.

In fact, if there were no planners and slaves, both of them could live an ordinary life, and no one would have to drag the other into this vortex of chasing fame and fortune.

"Let's go, get on the horse." Ji suddenly jumped up, straddled the horse, and stretched out his hand to him.

His heart throbbed, but he hesitated a little, standing where he was without moving.

His restraint and fluster have appeared in front of his eyes from time to time since he was honest with him. Looking at it from another perspective, this may be a heart-stopping shyness.

"Why, are you afraid that I'll eat you?" Ji's playful gaze overlooked, his face beaming with joy.

Ji dragged the horse's reins and swayed from side to side, and the horse's hooves spun around a few times, which reminded him of the smooth scene when he and the person in front of him rode the horse and galloped the west wind.

"Why don't you dare?" The tone of the rhetorical question was proud and willful.

He tapped his toes lightly, and suddenly got on his horse, "It's just, I wonder if your riding skills are comparable to mine?"

After Ji heard this, he turned his eyes, and although the person in front of him was on the horseback, he deliberately stayed away from him, and did not wrap his arms around his waist.

Ji met his lacquered eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and immediately raised the stirrup, "Don't worry, my riding skills are better than Wang Zhi."

Ji Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Bragging." He couldn't help laughing too.

The whip is raised, but the fierce horse is like the wind, passing through the dense forest and leaving in the dust.

On the bumpy ancient road, Ji, who was riding his horse wantonly in front of him, seemed to be provoking him, deliberately speeding up his horse.

Seeing that the distance with Ji was getting closer, he vainly tried to lean back, but was firmly grasped by one hand.

Ji Dan clasped his hands with one hand, but with the other hand he still rode forward, "Look at it, sit still."

"Hold my waist tightly." Ji put his hands on his waist extremely domineeringly.

He secretly sighed, and wanted to withdraw his hands, but there was a voice in his heart telling him not to struggle any more, and obediently put his hands on Ji's waist.

The moment his eyes froze slightly, the steed under him suddenly started galloping wildly, forcing him unexpectedly to wrap around the waist of the person in front of him.

With this hug, his whole body just stuck to Ji's back.

There seemed to be waves of surprise in Ji Hei's deep locked eyes. At this moment, all the barriers buried in his heart were wiped out in ashes.

He looked embarrassed, and was about to pull his hands away, but Ji stopped him, "Don't move. I hope that if we fall off the horse and delay the time, we will have to stay in this barren mountain again."

Ji turned to him, and the barren mountains and wild mountains spoke casually.Sure enough, he nodded honestly as soon as he heard it, not daring to retreat any more.

He had to admit that he was bluffed by the man in front of him.

The warm wind blew by, and the noon sun rose to the highest point. When they reached the gate of Qianyang City, Ji took out his waist card for entering the city. A strong horse and two people went all the way forward until Fengyang City. In front of the Hou Mansion.

He got off the horse, and Ji was still straddling the horse, "Look, I'll go to the palace first. After that, I'll come to see you."

He looked at Ji's lips, nodded, and watched Ji Tiao turn his horse's head, wave his whip, and leave Fengyanghou Mansion.

For three whole days, he stayed in Fengyanghou's mansion, admiring the flowers, listening to the water and practicing swordsmanship.

Until one day, Princess Danyang came to the mansion to look for him.

Outside the window, a hint of smoked wind seeps in faintly, bringing with it the unique coolness and comfort after the summer cools down.

Lu Yi came in with tea, he skimmed off the foam and stood up.

After leaving Fengyanghou's Mansion, he stood on Zhiquan Street and saw a woman holding a plain silk handkerchief and waving at him.

Princess Danyang was sitting on the wooden table outside the teahouse, and the snow-coloured palace attire set off her beautiful appearance.

Twenty-eight beautiful women - he approached slowly and looked at her with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

Isn't Danyang just like Chaogui, a girl from Ji Kingdom?

He sat on the side, and in a short while, the noodle shop owner dismissed all the idlers appropriately, and brought a hot teacup and two bowls of Yangchun noodles.

Looking at Su Mian in front of him, he was a little surprised.

He thought that Princess Danyang's favorite food would be delicacies from the palace.

"Master Hou, move your chopsticks quickly?" Princess Danyang beside her raised her sleeves, revealing the white jade double ring buckle on her wrist.

He felt that Danyang's words at this moment already meant that he was gearing up.

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and picked up his chopsticks, "Does Her Royal Highness usually like to come here?"

Before he finished speaking, Danyang couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and start eating as soon as he saw him move his chopsticks.

Today, he did not see Xiaojin who was always by her side.

"Uh... umm, that's right. Xianghe Noodle Restaurant is my...my favorite place to come. The Yangchun noodles here are truly amazing, a bowl is worth a lot of things I've eaten before!"

Princess Danyang swallowed the noodles in her mouth and swallowed them with difficulty.

He immediately began to worry about whether she would choke on the noodles, and immediately pushed the porcelain cup filled with tea over.

"Hmm...thank you, thank you." Danyang finally spoke fluently.

He just stared blankly, watching her eat quietly, feeling suspicious in his heart.

Could it be that Princess Danyang will be grounded and fasted when she stays in Qingxiang Palace and has someone to take care of her?No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't imagine that the Danyang in front of him would be so hungry that he would completely abandon the ladylike demeanor he had in the past, and become another person completely.

Danyang ate hungrily.

He handed her the plain silk she put aside, "Your Highness, please wipe it off."

Danyang raised his head from the Yangchun noodles, the corner of his lips was stained with oil, and there was still a piece of unchewed vegetable leaf hanging on it.

Seeing her ignorant look, he suddenly chuckled, feeling helpless and sighing.

Danyang wiped the vegetable leaves from the corner of his mouth in the direction of his fingers, seeing him laughing, he didn't feel shy or sullen, just stared at him blankly, then threw himself into his arms and burst into tears.

This hug is full of nephrite jade and warmth.He was in a daze, in a trance.

After breaking away her arm tightly hanging around his neck with great difficulty, he did not forget to softly comfort Danyang who was crying faintly at this moment.

Danyang buried his head in his chest, his voice was sobbing.

"Master Hou...you, really, really look like my brother..."

Danyang paused every word, weeping continuously.

He took a breath slowly and said: "Your Highness, how can I be like your brother Wang. Your brother is the king of Zhou Rao."

He only thought that this nonsensical remark was a joke she said when she was emotional.

He has no similarity with Zhou Hui Wang Qi Xin.

He coaxed Danyang to get up, but Danyang just kept repeating this sentence, which made him think a lot.

"Isn't this really a studio?" On the wooden table where the bowls and chopsticks were put away, Princess Danyang propped her elbows, her face slumped, "It turns out that this is really not a dream..."

Danyang just felt the deliciousness of Yangchun noodles, but in an instant he licked the unbearable bitterness.

Hearing the words, he closed his eyes, and gently wiped away the soup stains on Danyang's mouth, "Your Highness, it's still early, let's go for a walk elsewhere."

For some reason, he looked at Danyang's tears and felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

At that moment, he really treated her as his little sister.

As noon approached, the pedestrians on the road gradually dispersed.Danyang looked indifferent all the way, frequently distracted.

He turned around and caught a flash of complex and resentment in Danyang's eyes.

Sad light and shadow shrouded both sides of Zhiquan Street.

After all the melancholy in her mind was swept away, Princess Danyang returned to the dignified and elegant appearance when she first met, "Master Hou, there will be a family banquet in the palace in a few days, you will come."

She looked at him fixedly.

Family banquet... How could he be a member of the palace, the dearest relative of King Zhou Hui?

He raised his eyes, and saw his lonely figure in those dark pupils.

The wind is a bit bleak, but the bright sun is like a precious mirror.

He said goodbye to Princess Danyang, who was taken away by the internal guard, and walked towards Fengyanghou's mansion alone.

In an instant, the horse's hooves came rattling, setting off a gust of dust.

He frowned and looked back, but suddenly there was darkness in front of him.

The misty Langgan bead curtain swayed with the wind, and the sound was crisp - he stood up with his swaying body, and his blurred vision was lightly concentrated behind the screen painted with roasted blue canaries.

He only had time to see a slender figure.

Under the warm afternoon sun, he stood across the screen, neither panic nor timid.

The woman in the screen was sitting behind the desk, and when she saw him wake up, her red lips parted slightly.

"The young master is awake. Tell the servants to wait for a while."

He looked at the smooth and clean feet exposed outside the screen, enchanting and charming.

He took half a step back, turned his eyes away, and said solemnly, "It's you."

The woman in front of her was the demon who danced beside Chu Ai that day.

"May I ask the girl to invite me to come here in such a way, why?" He frowned and asked.

Surprisingly, she didn't see him who was furious.

In the wind, there was a faint fragrance of rest; this smell made him both familiar and unfamiliar.