This voice seemed to be engraved into Xiao Siyuan's bones.

He turned back angrily, saw the scene in front of him clearly, and his eyes widened immediately.

So did Jiang Wenjing and the people passing by on the street.

Chi Yan seemed to enjoy the attention of the crowd very much, and he raised his horse's head with a proud look on his face.

He Yanting was sitting astride the horse, with a garland on his head, fruit in his hands, and a helpless yet doting smile on his face.

Although his strong body completely blocked the person behind him, anyone could see at a glance that they were riding together.

The tender little white hand that was tightly holding the reins moved, and Jiang Zhiyu dismounted quickly and neatly.

There was silence at the scene.

Xiao Siyuan's eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.

…

Time goes back to when Jiang Zhiyu and He Yanting left the palace.

He Yanting entered the palace in a carriage. Jiang Zhiyu wanted to take him to a place where the carriage was difficult to travel, so she suggested that they ride together.

For some secret reason, He Yanting did not tell her that he could find another one from the palace.

Instead, he readily agreed to her proposal.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at He Yanting, who had agreed but was standing motionless beside the horse, and said, "You go ahead."

He Yanting: “???”

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu, then at Ma, his eyes filled with surprise. "Me first?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded as a matter of course: "Of course you go first."

He Yanting hesitated to speak.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him urgingly, and Chi Yan seemed to have noticed his master's thoughts, swinging his tail at He Yanting.

He Yanting: “…”

He sighed lightly, climbed onto the horse, and sat forward as far as he could.

Jiang Zhiyu also got on the horse, standing about a fist's distance away from him. He took the reins he handed over and rode away.

Jiang Zhiyu chose a shortcut, so there were not many people on the road, only a few wild foxes and rabbits would occasionally appear.

Chi Yan showed great interest in these small creatures. Jiang Zhiyu let it go at first, until it chased the wild fox around the tree for nearly fifteen laps. Jiang Zhiyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and pulled the reins.

Chi Yan hissed in dissatisfaction, but did not make any trouble and walked forward in an orderly manner.

When they were at the bottom of the mountain, the road was relatively smooth and there was still some distance between the two of them, but when they were going up the mountain, it was quite bumpy and their bodies were inevitably touching each other.

Jiang Zhiyu was fine, but He Yanting's back was straight and his body was a little stiff.

After Chi Yan stopped, He Yanting looked at the surrounding scenery and found that Jiang Zhiyu had brought him to the top of the mountain.

The snow on the mountain has not melted yet, but there are already some wild grass and flowers popping up, and the birds are singing clear and melodiously.

Almost no one comes to this mountain, and He Yanting also saw a swing made of wooden boards.

There were thick white clouds in the blue sky, the sun shone warmly, and the breeze blew their clothes.

The mountain breeze swirled through the mountains, bringing with it the fresh fragrance of the trees and...

He Yanting's dark eyes stared at Jiang Zhiyu who was walking towards the swing, as if something was about to roar out from his eyes.

At this moment, He Yanting heard Jiang Zhiyu sitting on the swing. He patted the seat next to him and called him: "What are you standing there for? Come and sit down."

All his emotions were hidden in his eyes. He Yanting chuckled and sat beside her as he said.

Chi Yan walked over with small steps and lay down beside Jiang Zhiyu's legs very skillfully.

He Yanting couldn't help but take a few more glances at the bag hanging next to it.

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Zhiyu suddenly asked.

He Yanting was stunned for a moment, then saw Jiang Zhiyu untie the bag, which was full of food.

He Yanting glanced over and found that none of them were the same.

“…”

He didn't answer, and Jiang Zhiyu casually stuffed a fruit into his hand.

Then she continued to swing on the swing, looking at the white clouds in the sky, and occasionally asked Chi Yan what the shape of the white clouds was. Chi Yan also hummed softly, as if agreeing.

He Yanting held the fruit and imitated her, relaxing his body.

He had never had such a peaceful day since he could remember.

When he was young, he worried every day whether the person he met yesterday would become a cold corpse today.

As he grew a little older, he seemed to have adapted to it, and seeing a corpse appear beside his bed no longer caused any ripples in his heart.

Even though he was ambushed, had a leg injury, and the Five Stones Powder took effect, he actually didn't feel much fear in his heart. He felt no pain and was like a bystander, watching his mad self, the furious emperor, and the group of imperial doctors and guards surrounding him.

In fact, for a moment, he thought that it would be good to be free like this.

He Yanting had a slight smile on his face and closed his eyes as Jiang Zhiyu muttered softly.

Only after feeling that the person next to him had calmed down in breathing did Jiang Zhiyu tiptoe down from the swing.

Although it was to comfort He Yanting, this kind of thing can only be digested slowly by the person involved. Bringing it up rashly will only backfire.

Jiang Zhiyu walked around the top of the mountain, looked at the flowers on the ground, then looked at the sleeping He Yanting, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...

…

He Yanting thought he had slept for a long time, but in reality, it was only half an hour.

When he regained consciousness, he could keenly sense some changes in his body.

The specific manifestation is that there seems to be something extra on the head.

He thought about it for a moment and understood the whole process. Pretending to have noticed nothing, he walked over to Jiang Zhiyu and her very intelligent horse, whose eyes seemed to hold a mocking look, and whispered, "Go back?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

Seeing that she didn't move, He Yanting sighed softly with his previous experience and got on the horse first.

The two of them were still walking one in front and the other behind, this time they took the main road. As soon as they entered the city, they heard people talking about Xiao Siyuan going to look for Jiang Sulan again. Jiang Zhiyu was immediately furious and rode back at full speed.

Hearing Xiao Siyuan's words about big pie again, he directly retorted.

…

Deathly silence permeated everyone. After a long while, Jiang Wenjing finally found his voice. He looked at He Yanting who had dismounted from his horse and said sarcastically, "Mr. He's outfit today is exceptionally unique."

He Yanting was slightly stunned and subconsciously looked at Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't expect that the wreath was so tight that it didn't blow away even when the wind was so strong when she was going down the mountain. She wanted to go into the city to tell He Yanting, but she heard Xiao Siyuan instead, and then forgot about it.

In everyone's eyes, He Yanting has always been a murderous villain, but now he wears a wreath on his head...

[Is this considered OOC? Tsk.]

Jiang Zhiyu thought.

She was about to speak when He Yanting suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, General Jiang. You also think that the wreath that Zhiyu made for me looks very suitable for me, right?"

The smile on Jiang Wenjing's face suddenly disappeared.