Author: Liuyun Hairpin

"What do you want to ask Pei Zhangyin?"

The two of them walked slowly on the steps of the observation deck, one behind the other. Song Qing'an quickened his steps a few steps and reached behind Pei Qing and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Qing stopped and Song Qingan almost bumped into him without noticing.

She stroked her heart and raised her head to meet Pei Qing's eyes.

"It's okay for the princess to act stupid in front of Concubine Chen. Do you have to pretend to be stupid in our house?"

Pei Qing said as he slowly straightened Song Qing'an's front. His movements were extremely delicate, and his fingertips touched her exposed skin intentionally or unintentionally.

He seemed to accidentally glance at his neck, which was white and smooth without any traces.

Song Qingan coughed: "What does Pei Zhangyin want to do?"

Pei Qing retracted his hand, turned around and continued walking down. Song Qing'an didn't know why, but he hurriedly followed.

The paddock was busy, and no one noticed what happened on the observation deck just now.

"Who dressed up the princess today?"

It wasn't until he got off the observation deck that Pei Qing spoke again.

"Bamboo smoke, what's wrong?"

Song Qingan subconsciously touched his cheek: "Is something wrong?"

"The people around the princess are quite attentive." Pei Qing took a deep look at her and stepped forward, "It's just not good to be too attentive."

Song Qingan's eyes were half-closed, feeling baffled.

Why does Pei Qing care about the maid next to her?

Or did Zhu Yan see something... But Zhu Yan shouldn't have noticed that Pei Qing was here?

Song Qing'an picked up her skirt and followed her, thinking that she would ask Zhu Yan carefully when she went back.

"His Majesty."

Pei Qing took Song Qing'an to the throne of Emperor Liang. As usual, Pei Qing had no luggage and only bent down slightly.

"I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

Song Qingan glanced sideways at Pei Qing without any trace, and bowed respectfully to Emperor Liang.

"You are injured, so there is no need to be polite. Just sit down."

In front of many people, Emperor Liang would still act kindly. Song Qingan lowered his eyes and thanked him, then sat down on a chair nearby.

Pei Qing returned to Emperor Liang's side again. Song Qingan raised his eyelids and looked past Emperor Liang towards him.

"Qing'an, the imperial doctor came to see you, is everything okay?"

Although Concubine Chen had mentioned it to Emperor Liang this morning, Emperor Liang still asked.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the imperial doctor said that there is nothing serious and you just need to rest."

"That's good...that's good..." Emperor Liang thought again and again, and then said, "Those assassins are really brave. I wonder if Qing'an..."

He leaned out in the direction of Song Qing'an: "...Do you still remember their appearance?"

Song Qing'an lowered his eyes to avoid Liang Emperor's gaze, frowned and thought about it: "Reporting to Your Majesty, those people were all covered, so Qing'an couldn't see clearly."

"Is there any difference in his clothes?"

Emperor Liang continued to ask without giving up, and Song Qing'an couldn't help but feel strange in his heart.

Why is he so concerned about the assassins... is he worried that it will affect him?

But with Pei Qing and others by his side, there's nothing to worry about.

It was impossible for Emperor Liang to seek justice for her. He must have had some other purpose for caring so much.

It's just that she couldn't figure it out for the moment... Song Qing'an was silent for a while, and then said apologetically: "Your Majesty, it was too critical at the time, so I didn't look at it carefully."

She pressed her forehead and frowned slightly, showing just the right amount of sadness: "In some time, I may remember it. But right now... I feel dizzy whenever I think about it. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"It doesn't matter, it's important that you take good care of yourself. If you really can't remember... then that's it."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Song Qing'an thanked him in a low voice, but felt more and more strange in his heart.

Why did it sound like what Emperor Liang said...it seemed like he didn't really expect to hear anything?

Should she "remember"?

Song Qing'an couldn't help but snort when he thought about this.

He is indeed her good father...even though he is old and confused, he still masters the imperial arts at the palm of his hand.

The emperor's mind is always unfathomable.

"Your Majesty, I will take the princess back."

Pei Qing spoke up at the right time, and with Emperor Liang's permission, he took Song Qing'an away.

As soon as Fang left Emperor Liang's sight, Song Qing'an's sad emotions were swept away.

She looked at the many figures riding horses on the field, and suddenly said to Pei Qing beside her: "Pei Zhangyin, will you take me to ride a horse?"

Pei Qing glanced at her injured arm and sneered: "Princess, did you forget the pain before the scar healed?"

"This injury was not caused by my riding a horse..."

Song Qing'an muttered dissatisfied and said in a low voice: "If it weren't for this arm, I would have gone to find the horse myself. There would be no need to come to hold Pei's handprint."

"Um?"

Seeing Pei Qing looking sideways, Song Qingan immediately changed his words: "It's a joke, of course I want to ride with Pei Zhangyin."

Pei Qing chuckled, but he didn't expose her after all.

As soon as he raised his hand, someone from the palace came forward to salute him respectfully.

"Bring in the thief Li."

Pei Qing turned the jade ring on her finger and said slowly. The palace man was obviously stunned, and then hurriedly retreated.

"Pirates? Isn't that the horse of Pei Zhangyin?"

Song Qing'an raised his eyebrows slightly, Pirates was originally one of the "Emperor's Horses", but it was fierce and no one could train it. So far, only Pei Qing has tamed it.

For this reason, Emperor Liang rewarded him with the stolen goods.

"A docile horse may not be able to escape danger. What do you think, princess?"

Song Qing'an was silent, what Pei Qing said was not unreasonable. But what happened last time...who could have expected that the Zhaoye Jade Lion was already a good horse among good horses. If it had been replaced by something else, it wouldn't have been possible.

There is wisdom in it.

When the palace man came back, there were three or four people behind him, pulling a tall black horse.

The horse took a few steps in place from time to time, snorting. Under the sunlight, the black mane was fine and shiny, highlighting the tight and strong muscles underneath.

It was still difficult for three or four people to restrain it. It raised its front hooves from time to time and almost knocked people out several times.

This is Pirates.

Pirate Li's eyes flashed fiercely from time to time. Looking at it from a distance, Song Qing'an felt that the horse looked exactly like a person.

"Lord Palmprint..."

The palace man was afraid of being kicked by Li Li, so he stood aside and spoke to Pei Qing tremblingly.

"Go down."

Pei Qing said as he glanced at Robber Li calmly. Song Qing'an couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw the horse that was still unruly just now suddenly calmed down under Pei Qing's gaze.

After hearing this, the palace man felt like he was being pardoned and quickly retreated.

Seeing that Thief Li, who was difficult to pull away from three or four people, took the initiative to walk towards Pei Qing and meekly lowered his head, Song Qingan raised his eyebrows: "Pei's palm seal is really a good trick."

Pei Qing ignored Pirate Li's gentle nudge to please her and glanced sideways at her: "The princess is over praised, it's just a small trick."

Song Qing'an was somewhat curious about this famous fierce horse. As soon as she took a few steps closer, Robber changed his docile look and stomped the ground heavily with his four hooves, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Pei Zhangyin, Robber Li doesn't seem to want to see me."

Song Qing'an knew that with Pei Qing here, nothing would happen to her. She didn't know when and where this strange trust came from. She didn't take half a step back, but instead moved forward a little provocatively.

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The thieves let out an angry chirp, but after Pei Qing glanced away, the chirping stopped abruptly. The thieves lowered their heads and flicked their ponytails, looking very irritable and impatient.

"It is a lifelong honor for it to be able to carry the princess."

Pei Qing grabbed the reins and climbed onto the horse, looking at Song Qing'an from top to bottom with a faint smile on his face.
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