Chapter 357 Is it ooc?

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

He turned back angrily, saw the scene clearly, and immediately widened his eyes.

Jiang Wenjing and the people passing by on the street were the same.

Chi Yan seemed to enjoy the attention of so many people, looking up at the horse with a proud look on his face.

He Yanting was sitting astride the horse, wearing a wreath on his head, holding a fruit in his hand, with a helpless and doting smile on his face.

Although his sturdy body blocked the people behind him, everyone could see at a glance that they were riding together.

The white and tender little hands holding the reins moved, and Jiang Zhiyu got off the horse neatly.

The scene was silent.

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

...

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

He Yanting took a carriage to enter the palace. The place Jiang Zhiyu wanted to take him to was not easy for the carriage to go, so she suggested that they ride together.

Out of some secret thoughts, He Yanting did not tell her that he could find another horse from the palace.

Instead, he readily agreed to her proposal.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at He Yanting who agreed but stood motionless beside the horse: "You go first."

He Yanting: "???"

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu, then at the horse, with surprise in his eyes: "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. Chi Yan seemed to have sensed his master's thoughts and flicked his tail around He Yanting.

He Yanting: "..."

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

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

chose a shortcut, so there were not many people on the road, only occasionally a few wild foxes and rabbits would 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 could no longer bear it and pulled the reins. Chi

Yan hissed in dissatisfaction, but did not make a fuss, and walked forward in an orderly manner.

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

Jiang Zhiyu was fine, but He Yanting stood straight with a little stiffness.

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

The snow on the mountain had not melted yet, but there were already a few weeds and wild flowers popping up, and the birds were singing crisply and melodiously.

Almost no one would come to this mountain, and He Yanting even saw a swing made of wooden boards.

There were thick white clouds in the blue sky, the sun was shining warmly, and the breeze was blowing their sleeves.

The mountain breeze swirled in the mountains, bringing 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 burst out from his eyes.

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

All his emotions were retracted from his eyes. He Yanting chuckled and sat down beside her as she said.

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

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

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Zhiyu suddenly said.

He Yanting was stunned for a moment, and then he 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 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 like. Chi Yan also hummed softly, as if agreeing.

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

Since he could remember, he had never had such a peaceful day.

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

When he grew up a little, he seemed to have adapted to it. When he saw the corpse appearing beside his bed, he no longer had any turmoil in his heart.

Being ambushed, with a leg injury, and the effect of the Five-Stone Powder, he actually didn't feel much fear in his heart. He felt no pain, and just looked at himself going crazy, the furious emperor, and the group of imperial doctors and guards surrounding him like a bystander.

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

He Yanting smiled lightly, and closed his eyes as Jiang Zhiyu muttered in a low voice.

Jiang Zhiyu tiptoed down from the swing only after he felt the person next to him breathing steadily.

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

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

He

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

When he woke up, he keenly felt some changes in his body.

Specifically, there seemed to be something on his head.

He thought about it for a while and understood the cause and effect. Pretending that he had not noticed anything, he walked to Jiang Zhiyu and her horse, which was very spiritual and seemed to have mocking eyes, and whispered: "Go back?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

Seeing that she did not move, with previous experience, He Yanting sighed again and got on the horse first.

The two of them were still walking one in front and one 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 furious and rode back at full speed.

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

...

Dead silence filled everyone. After a long while, Jiang Wenjing found his voice again. Looking at He Yanting who got off the horse, he mocked: "Mr. He's dress today is particularly 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 went down the mountain. She wanted to go into the city to tell He Yanting, but she didn't expect to hear Xiao Siyuan, and then she forgot.

He Yanting has always been seen as a demon who kills without blinking an eye, but now he wears a wreath...

[Is this considered ooc? Tsk.]

Jiang Zhiyu thought.

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

Jiang Wenjing's smile suddenly disappeared.