Outside the palace.

On the way out of the palace, Zong Zhengchen and Qin Ye walked side by side, and the man's big hand naturally held her small hand.

Fingers interlocked.

Walk at a leisurely pace.

The warm sunlight sprinkled on the two of them, casting long shadows on the ground. When they were stretched apart, even the shadows appeared unusually harmonious.

"What did you say to the Crown Princess just now?" Zong Zhengchen asked.

Qin Ye glanced sideways at him, "Curious?"

The Crown Princess wanted to make trouble for her, but her words made her lose confidence and she dared not to shout anymore.

However, she had no friendship with the Crown Princess, and the Crown Princess did not have any leverage over her.

Why is the Crown Princess so obedient?

Zong Zhengchen was indeed curious.

Qin Ye: "Guess."

he:"……"

Can't guess.

I wanted to listen to her inner voice, but I heard her say in her heart: I won’t tell you, I won’t tell you, aren’t you very smart? Then think about it yourself!

He was silent for a moment, then said, "I can't guess, but you should be thinking about it in your heart, right?"

"Why should I think about it in my heart?" Qin Ye was suspicious.

"Don't you think before you speak or do anything? When you think, just think silently in your heart, such as thinking about what you said to the Crown Princess before?" His seductive voice tempted Qin Ye to think carefully.

Then, I heard Qin Ye's inner voice:

--Neuropathy.

——What is there to think about? If I think about it every day, every moment, while eating, walking, sleeping, and bathing, wouldn't I have been exhausted to the point of having gray hair and die young?

he:"……"

Qin Ye kept muttering in his heart, but he had a smile on his face:

"I'm stupid and don't like to think about things. As the old saying goes, people with broad minds can see things more easily. If they can see things more easily, they will naturally live longer."

The little hand patted his shoulder and said jokingly:

"Don't think too much. It's a headache to keep calculating. Look at you. You've got white hair."

"?"

Qin Ye walked to the front after he finished speaking. Zong Zhengchen subconsciously touched his meticulously combed black hair and followed him in a flash.

"Does the king really have white hair?"

"Where?"

"Where does it grow?"

Qin Ye walked in front with his hands behind his back, and hummed slowly: "Go back and look in the mirror by yourself."

"No, you tell me now where the white hair grows. I am only twenty-two, it is impossible for me to have white hair." Zong Zhengchen grabbed her wrist and stubbornly pondered this issue.

Qin Ye was too lazy to talk to him. He tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't, so he just pointed at his head casually:

“Growing here.”

"Oh?" Zong Zhengchen raised his eyebrows, "Pull it off for me."

"You come by yourself. You have to pay attention to your image on the street." After saying that, Qin Ye walked away.

Zong Zhengchen frowned.

Why didn’t I see any gray hair when I tied my hair up this morning?

Is he old?

He hasn't even had a baby yet, so it's impossible for him to age so quickly, right?

He was really suspicious and didn't have a bronze mirror, so he drew the soft sword from his sleeve, held up the blade, and used the reflected light from the silver blade to shine it on his head. He shook his head and looked at it from head to toe.

Not far away.

When Deputy General Jiang came over, he saw the tall, mighty and heroic prince in his mind, using his head to compare with his sword.

He looked as if he was trying to see which was harder, the head or the sword.

He was confused.

What's going on?

Rushing forward, "My Lord, are you okay? Are you okay?"

Zong Zhengchen: “…”