At the same time, a carriage flew past us. After a closer look, it turned out to be exactly the same as the carriage we were riding in now!

At the same time as the two carriages passed by, I suddenly heard a strange noise coming from outside. The entire carriage shook violently. It turned out that several carriage panels on our carriage were being torn apart.

Fall!

Now the entire carriage is almost brand new. The outside is made of solid pine wood and has fine carvings. But instead of the majestic coiled dragons and phoenixes just now, there are auspicious clouds and flying tigers, inlaid with some shiny pine stones, and layers of gauze curtains from the carriage.

The top is floating down, and the wind is blowing, as if it is shrouded in clouds and mist.

Everything happened in just a short moment.

When I looked back, the carriage that was exactly the same as ours had quickly driven out of the alley and inserted into the original convoy. As if nothing had happened, the convoy drove slowly towards the main road.

Everyone in the palace knows this method of cheating. Every time the royal family goes out on patrol, they will use a double to spread suspicion. There is nothing wrong with him doing this.

But——I felt something was wrong in my heart.

Why did he do this technique after leaving the palace?

Although I had all kinds of doubts in my heart, of course I would not ask Pei Yuanhao, and he was definitely not a person who could explain. The carriage left the imperial city and drove slowly towards the south.
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The days that followed were very peaceful. There were not many people walking on the official road. You could occasionally hear the hoofbeats of other horses passing by. The only thing left was the monotonous sound of the wheels hitting the ground, which made this journey even more special.

Loneliness.

Along the way, Pei Yuanhao didn't say another word.

He just sits there drinking every day, rarely even looking at me, as if he doesn’t know me as a person so close at hand. As for me, if he doesn’t speak, I certainly won’t take the initiative to ask him to say anything.<

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This atmosphere seems to be back to the silent confrontation between me and him in his bedroom the night before leaving the imperial city.

However, this time the confrontation was longer, and it gradually seemed to merge into this small space, and even the air felt tight.

It’s just that I don’t know when it will collapse.

On this day, he drank a lot, then leaned on the couch and seemed to fall asleep.

The curtain was swaying, and some cold wind came in from time to time. I thought for a while, picked up a snow wolf fur coat and gently covered him, then retreated to the corner of the carriage and sat quietly for a while. I was really bored.

, simply picked up a book from the corner and started reading.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the book in my hand turned out to be "Commentaries on the Thirteen Classics".

Opening the book, those familiar annotations came into view, and that familiar figure flashed before my eyes. Every time he appeared in the Tibetan Pavilion, he was as quiet as jade. Just like his flowing fonts, it made people feel that they were speaking.

It was so gentle. I couldn't help but stretched out my fingers and slowly drew along the smooth strokes, as if dancing.

Just like last time, when I wrote the last character "zi", my fingers started to fly like butterflies through flowers.

My eyes followed my fingertips, and I was caught off guard and met a pair of cold eyes.
Chapter completed!