This time, she wanted to do something different...
{No problem, Sister Zhizhi!}
As Duoduo finished speaking, Jiang Zhili fell into a dream.
This was a remote place in the cold palace. She looked down at her appearance and found that she seemed a few years younger than her actual age.
At this moment, a shrill cry of surprise came from the front: "Little bastard, how dare you kick this eunuch!"
Jiang Zhili's heart moved, and she walked quickly towards the direction where the sound came from.
I saw a young man in coarse cloth standing next to a middle-aged eunuch who had fallen to the ground.
The boy was thin, about fifteen or sixteen years old. His eyes were sharp and sinister, like a dormant beast. This was the young Song Yi.
This young man is now the adult Song Yi, so he has such a look in his eyes.
"Get out!" Song Yi's tone was as cold as if he had an ice blade, but he was thin now, and apart from his pair of cold black eyes, he had no deterrent power at all.
The eunuch lying on the ground sneered and stood up. He was much stronger than Song Yi, and it was obvious that he ate a lot on a daily basis.
"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink for it!" The eunuch shouted angrily and rushed forward. He pushed Song Yi to the ground and raised his fist to hit him.
Song Yi fell to the ground, his hand touched the stone on the ground, ready to chop the eunuch's head open at any time.
This is his dream and also his memory.
At that time, due to survival reasons, I could not fight back and could only allow the eunuch to beat and scold me.
If he were to do it again in his dream, he would not be the one who got beaten.
Just as Song Yi picked up the stone on the ground, the eunuch's body suddenly stiffened and he fell straight towards him.
His expression hardened, and he raised his hand and pushed the eunuch aside.
Song Yi was lying on the ground, and saw a young girl standing in front of him against the light. The girl looked very young, about twelve or thirteen years old, and her tender face was already stunningly beautiful.
His heart moved.
This girl clearly looks like Zhizhi when she was little...
"Don't get up yet, the eunuch will wake up soon!" The girl's tone was full of her usual arrogance.
Song Yi suppressed the emotions in his eyes and stood up quickly.
Jiang Zhili looked at the thin young man and felt a little nervous.
He is so thin, he must have suffered a lot here.
She took the boy's slender finger and said, "Let's go and have a feast with me!"
Song Yi looked down at the girl's hands clasped with his own and couldn't help but tighten them.
His voice was clear and bright, a trait typical of a young man. "Thank you very much, young lady."
{Wow, yo, yo, Song Yi in this dream is quite polite.} Duoduo’s baby voice has a bit of yin and yang.
It saw a lot of things in Song Yi's memory. This guy treated ordinary women like a piece of ice. He would freeze you even without saying anything.
Only Sister Zhizhi can cure him!
Jiang Zhili and Song Yi walked out of the cold palace hand in hand.
"Do you know where the imperial kitchen is?" She tightened her hand clasped with the young man's.
Song Yi's breathing tightened: "I know."
"I want to eat roast chicken. Let's go borrow one!" Jiang Zhili's tone was a little excited.
The two walked all the way to the door of the imperial kitchen and hid in a shadowy place.
A few palace maids passed by, and Jiang Zhili immediately huddled into the boy's arms. She hugged the boy's thin waist and lowered her voice: "Hold me tight, or we'll be discovered!"
Song Yi's hands were trembling a little, but with a hint of familiarity. He hugged the person in his arms tightly, and the familiar fragrance entered his nose.
For a moment, he felt a little melancholy and ashamed.
At this time, he was living like a dog, but Zhizhi was a treasure held in the palm of someone's hand. Any hairpin on her head was worth more than his worthless life...
Fortunately, fortunately, when I met her, I already had the strength, otherwise how could I hide my inferiority and embrace her in my arms.
Thinking of this, Song Yi couldn't help but tighten his arms and hug the girl in his arms tighter.
After several palace maids left, Jiang Zhili asked softly, "Do you know Qinggong?"
"Yes," Song Yi lowered his voice and answered in her ear.
Jiang Zhili's ears flushed red, and she couldn't help but push the other person's thin chest: "Then hold me and use Qinggong to go up to the roof and take a look."
Looking at the red-eared girl in his arms, Song Yi couldn't help but whisper, "Not only do I know Qinggong, I also carry a weapon. Don't worry, young lady. I will definitely protect you."
Just now he put a few stones into his sleeves.
Jiang Zhili's breath caught in her throat. She buried her face in the boy's thin chest and asked, "Who wants to see your weapon?"
Song Yi just thought she was scared, so he hugged her tighter. Then he looked around, and after making sure that there was no one around, he gathered his internal energy, hugged the person in his arms, and jumped onto the roof.
The rooftop offered a wide view, and the boy's thin chest, though frail, was steady.
Jiang Zhili directed Song Yi to lift the tiles. She looked towards the imperial kitchen and saw that it was very busy and the aroma of food wafted out.
Just as she was about to lower her head to take another look, a palace maid looked up and saw them.
"Who's up there!" the palace servant shouted, and everyone in the imperial kitchen looked over.
Jiang Zhili raised his hand and grabbed the boy's neck, saying hurriedly, "Go, go!"
Song Yi held the girl in his arms, jumped off the roof, and ran towards the cold palace.
The palace maids behind them were chasing after the two of them.
Jiang Zhili hung on Song Yi, looking at the palace chasing her relentlessly, with the corners of her lips slightly raised.
When passing by a pond, she instructed Song Yi to jump in. Song Yi's heart tightened, but although he felt it was inappropriate, he still jumped in.
This was a dream, and he could have chosen not to do this, but he couldn't bear to refuse...
The lake water was cold, and the girl's hands were still wrapped around his neck, like a clinging vine.
"Girl..." Song Yi's voice became a little hoarse, she pressed him...
Jiang Zhili snorted softly and muttered, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Not... not at all, please go ahead, young lady."
The two stayed in the water for a long time, until Jiang Zhili's legs were numb, and Song Yi carried her to the shore, but the next moment, she woke up from the dream.
Song Yi, lying on the bed, woke up feeling extremely uncomfortable. Although he didn't do that in his dream this time, it still aroused him a lot.
He glanced at the dimly lit sky and put his hand under the quilt...
In my mind, there is the image of my beloved.
He recalled the scene in his dream and closed his eyes slightly.
Ever since he confirmed his feelings for Zhizhi, he has been doing needlework more frequently, especially after every dream, which is always very unbearable.
His self-control was always easily broken, but he still enjoyed it, constantly recalling the appearance of the culprit and imagining how beautiful she must be at that moment.
What used to be just a routine task, sewing, has become incredibly fun...
The more this happens.
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