Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

In the early morning of the fourth day of the lunar new year, Yun Sheng bid farewell to Mrs. Bai, Mrs. Bai, and got up again to go to Biyin Villa.

This time, Master Bai was quite relieved, and since Biyin Villa had everything available, Yun Sheng did not need Bai Wu to send him off.

Even her personal maids, Qiaozhi and Qiaoyue, never let her follow.

Alone with Sixi.

Sixi still looked happy, seeing Yun Sheng was auspicious.

Yun Sheng looked at him on the horse, and said with a smile: "After a year, you can talk more and more. How is your mother?"

Sixi smiled and said: "Thanks to the eldest lady, I bought a lot of medicinal materials for my mother with the money that the eldest lady gave, and I have been recuperating for a few days, and I have seen it well."

Yun Sheng smiled and nodded: "Okay, that's all, get on the horse."

Si Xiyi got on the horse and smiled with Yun Sheng, "To tell you the truth, Miss, I've been looking forward to returning to the villa sooner these few days."

Yun Sheng knew that Si Xi was making progress, and he was also very happy for him.

On a winter morning, there are only a few vendors selling breakfast on the street.

The promised big city of Chang'an has yet to wake up.

Yun Sheng took the lead, with a "snap" sound of the whip in his hand, "drive."

The two rode out of Chang'an City on horseback in the still dark sky.

As soon as Yu Sheng and Sixi left the city, Sixi pointed to the front not far away, and the person and the horse said to Yun Sheng: "Miss, don't you think that is the third prince? Why is he standing outside the city so early in the morning?" .”

Yun Sheng rode on the horse, and said to Sixi: "This time the third prince will go back to Zhuangzi with us."

"what?"

Sixi was surprised when she heard this, and when she reflected, Yun Sheng had already taken the lead.

In the early morning of the twelfth lunar month, the cold wind invaded the skin.

The third prince, Wuyin, sat alone on a snow-white horse.

Wearing a plain silver face, embroidered with dark golden auspicious patterns, and a cloak trimmed with white fox velvet.

The long hair is in high bundles, and a few strands of hair on the temples are gently swaying as the cold wind blows.

Hearing Yun Sheng's hooves, he turned his head to look.

Yun Sheng suddenly thought of the words Zixia said in Journey to the West.

"The person I like, he is an unrivaled hero, one day he will wear a golden armored suit and step on colorful auspicious clouds, and come to marry me."

Although Wuyin's attire did not look like a golden armored battle suit or colorful auspicious clouds, but for some reason, Yun Sheng remembered this sentence the moment he saw him.

The handsome and profound facial features have soft and gentle arcs, and the thin red lips raised a big smile: "You are here."

Yun Sheng waved away the inexplicable thought in his mind.

But looking at the outfit of the third prince Wuyin, except that the horse under him is completely black, no matter the hairstyle or the style of the cloak, it seems that they have been discussed, and the two are very similar.

Yun Sheng discovered this, and obviously Wu Yin also discovered it.

He looked at Yun Sheng and said with a smile, "You should change to a white horse."

The implication is that if you change to a white horse, the two of us will be more similar.

Yun Sheng had always been used to laughing with Wu Yin, she listened to Wu Yin's words, without thinking about it, she said casually: "Why do I trade for a white horse, why don't you trade for a black horse."

But as soon as the words came out, Yun Sheng turned his head away in embarrassment.

No matter how I listened to what I said, it seemed that I was blaming Wuyin for not driving a dark horse, so that I was closer to myself.

But Wu Yin listened to Yun Sheng's words, first paused, and then looked at Yun Sheng's embarrassing appearance like a rare little daughter, and immediately smiled loudly: "Blame me, blame me, blame me for this matter."