Yange said when the man was about to take a step forward: "Xiaotai, the road is long, the rain never stops, it is a destiny to meet, can you borrow a ride?"

The man paused and turned to look at Yange.

He wore a dark purple round neck embroidered with a purple jinyun crane robe and a cloud-printed blue shirt. The clothing was not brilliant, but his eyebrows were strong and his lips were thin and white. .

When the man saw Yange, he froze slightly.

Yuan Zijing's only brother, Zhao Zimo.

It is also the right hand of Emperor Yuan Jing. Although this man is not capable of martial arts, he is eloquent and has always been the first think tank around Yuan Jingdi.

At the time of the marriage of Princess Chu Guo and Zhao Guo, he also lobbied for his credit.

In the state capital of Chu State, Princess Chu State had banqueted him a few times. The two talked, which is still old knowledge.

So even if Yange was a man, Zhao Zimo recognized her at a glance.

However, Xu Shi still had some disbelief, he hesitated, "Princess?"

A greeting was an old acquaintance, and the song seemed to be very surprised. She glared at Zhao Zimo and waited until Zhao Zimo made a noise. Then she realized her disposition and hurriedly reached out to hide her face: "You, you have recognized the wrong person. "

After that, she turned and walked into the rain curtain, but her sleeves were pulled at this moment.

She turned her head and didn't look at the person holding her sleeve, just trying to pull her sleeve back again and again.

In a panic, her foot stepped on the puddle and slipped. Before she pulled back her sleeve, she fluttered forward.

However, he did not fall to the ground, Zhao Zimo reached out his hand in time, and the words fell into his arms.

She whispered, trying to step back, but frowned, as if holding back pain.

Zhao Zimo asked her, "What's wrong?"

Yange didn't speak, just pushed him outward.

He lowered his head to see her eyebrows wet with rain.

I used an ink pen to trace my eyebrows. Under the rain, the ink on her face ran down the corner of her eyes.

Somewhat funny.

It is very different from Princess Chu in his impression.

He even said he had confessed someone wrong.

He held back a smile, lifted her horizontally, and walked towards the carriage: "But a sprained foot?"

Yan Song pointed outwards, trying to keep a distance from him, stubbornly pursed his lips, ignored his words.

When she got to the carriage, she rolled into a corner of the car, about to want to stand up, but her feet were soft again, and she screamed in pain, and then tightened her lips again.

Zhao Zimo handed her a papa: "Wipe your face."

Yan Ge didn't answer, probably because she felt the rain on her face, she reached out to wipe her face, and finally wiped the black juice with one hand.

After a moment's surprise, she turned around quickly, took out her handkerchief and wiped her face carefully.

Zhao Zimo said behind her, "You can rest assured that today's matter, I will not tell the emperor."

Yan Ge's action was a slight pause, and she threw the dirty pazi on the ground. Then she looked up, looked at Zhao Zimo, and said reluctantly, "Thank you."

"No thanks." Zhao Zimo had already taken his eyes off when Yange looked at him. He sat back on the mat of the carriage and said to her warmly, "Hello, between you and me, you don't need to be polite."

The words hang down, without saying a word.

Her ink-like long hair has been wet by the rain, and most of it is attached to the clothes behind her, but there are also a few strands falling on the side of her cheek. Drops of raindrops drop down her neck along her hair, Slowly flowed into her clothes.