015 Whose teenager is romantic

"Princess, let's go." Du Kang nodded to Fang Siyuan, then took Xijing and went to Fang Siyuan's carriage outside the mansion. It was not until Bai Xijing arrived at the carriage that he suddenly understood their plan, because there was a woman similar to her in the carriage. It's like Li Daitao has long been ready to mess up people's sight.

"The prince of Fang will send the princess back to the palace, and I'll lead them away." Du Kang whispered to Xijing, and then took the woman and disappeared into the night.

Xijing sat in the carriage with some uneasiness, but accidentally saw a picture spread out on the small table in the carriage. When he was about to reach out and take the painting over to have a look, the curtain of the carriage was opened by a clear hand. Looking at the indifferent sight of Siyuan above, Xijing's hand stopped in mid-air, with a feeling of being caught. It's not that I stretched it out, and it's not that I took it back. I didn't know what to do for a while.

In the end, he could only smile awkwardly, stretched out his other hand and patted his outstretched hand and said, "Hand... The hand is numb, stretch it out." After Bai Xijing finished speaking, she really couldn't wait to bite off her tongue. She also thought of such a reason, but she had to pretend to be calm on her face.

Fang Siyuan didn't say anything, but looked at Xijing faintly and got into the car. Bai Xijing quickly moved farther away from Fang Siyuan and lowered his head uncomportantly. In fact, her temperament was originally relatively lively, and of course, if that hadn't happened, it would have been true. However, a dream is a lifetime. After her rebirth, she has been paying attention to restraining her emotions, but she didn't expect to break her work in front of this stranger. She couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Fang Siyuan glanced at the white Xijing sitting on one side. In the dim yellow light of the carriage, her face looked hazy and soft, and her eyebrows were a little cold and solemn, but there was enchanting between her eyebrows. Thinking of what Fang Pingting said to herself, Fang Siyuan frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "I don't know what you are thinking about approaching Pingting, but you'd better remember one sentence. Don't try to take advantage of her."

Bai Xijing slowly raised his head when he heard the words, as if he was a little surprised why Fang Siyuan said so, and then smiled faintly and said, "Do you think Pingting will be the kind of person who will be used casually?"

That woman, the seemingly simple woman is actually a smart person. Otherwise, why did Ye Lin love her the most among Ye Lin's many wives and concubines in the last life?

Fang Siyuan stopped talking and stopped looking at Bai Xijing, but casually put away the picture on the small table. The carriage walked leisurely, and there was silence in the car.

Bai Xijing slowly breathed a sigh of relief, still holding the white jade hairpin in her hand, as if only in this way could her heart calm down.

"The son has arrived at the palace." The voice of the driver outside the carriage interrupted the silence in the carriage in time. Fang Siyuan answered faintly and took the lead in walking out of the carriage.

When Xijing was ready to get off the carriage, he didn't want to see Fang Siyuan, who had just got out of the carriage before her, standing quietly next to the carriage. His right hand was slightly stretched out, his palm up, and his left hand was slightly behind him. The silver snowflakes slowly fell and gradually dissipated between his dark hair. Seeing Xijing's puzzled appearance, Fang Siyuan seemed to raise his eyebrows slightly and said two words coldly: "Get out of the car."

His voice is very cold, even without any emotion. Bai Xijing suddenly wanted to laugh. Looking at Fang Siyuan's outstretched hand, she shook her head slightly. Fang Siyuan seemed unwilling to say one more word to her at other times except for saying two more words when talking about Fang Pingting. Obviously, he had an unreserved indifferent attitude and even didn't like it at all. It is an unconcealed performance, but it is extremely polite and confusing in terms of treating people.

"No, thank you." Xijing declined gracefully, and then walked down from the carriage. Although the action was not so beautiful because the carriage was too high, the figure was very stubborn.

Fang Siyuan quietly watched her and did not go up to help, but frowned when he saw Xijing's right hand slightly clenched to support the beam of the carriage.

"Xijing thank you for your son." Bai Xijing was slightly blessed and thanked her. Seeing that Fang Siyuan just looked at her coldly, he guessed that he didn't like to talk to her very much, so he turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't expect that his step had just stepped on it, but Fang Siyuan suddenly caught his right hand. Xijing turned around in surprise. Looking at Fang Siyuan, he was puzzled by a pair of glazed eyes.

Fang Siyuan seemed a little uncomfortable to be stared at by Xijing so directly. He turned his head slightly, and then suddenly reached out and gently pressed Xijing's head to prevent her from staring straight at him. Then he asked indifferently, "Why have you been holding this hairpin?"

"Ah?" Xijing was suddenly stunned by his question. When she reacted, she felt that this "ah" sound really lost the etiquette of a princess of a country. She couldn't help but blush, and she couldn't help spitting on her twice, but fortunately, she lowered her head now so no one could see her expression clearly.

"It has nothing to do with you." Perhaps out of the unwillingness of being disgruous in front of the same person twice, or the bad feeling from Fang Siyuan, Xijing subconsciously armed himself with indifference, and his words were as cold as frost. Seeing Fang Siyuan still holding her right hand, Xijing frowned slightly and said, "Son, men and women are not close."

Fang Siyuan seemed to have heard what Bai Xijing said. With a slight force on his wrist, Xijing released his right hand in pain. Fang Siyuan took the white jade hairpin in Bai Xijing's hand and took a good look in front of him. He said without much emotion and said, "Do you want to die?"

Xijing turned her head slightly and did not answer. She did move the idea of death. She was not a real smart woman. In that case, she really couldn't think of anything. So she kept dragging the hairpin, because it was too tight, and the hairpin was stained with blood on the palm of her hand.

Seeing that Xijing turned his head and didn't say anything, Fang Siyuan agreed with her. With a slight force on his hand, the exquisite white jade hairpin was broken into two pieces. "Since you have died, should I have responded to Pingting to save you."

Bai Xijing hasn't spoken for a long time. When Fang Siyuan thought she wouldn't say anything more, she suddenly raised her head with a trace of fatigue on her beautiful face, but her eyes were shining: "No, I don't want to die, but to survive."

After saying this, Bai Xijing suddenly smiled helplessly and whispered, "I know it sounds funny, but at that time, I just wanted to be the most humiliating princess of Bai. Mr. once taught Xijing that the royal family is the dignity of the society, and the dignity of the royal family is the dignity of the society. Xijing must not let the State of Bai suffer this insult. What is death? What is life? If Xijing dies, it can not only complete the innocence of Xijing, but also preserve the face of the State of Bai. For Xijing, that is life. If I am humiliated by... and survive like this, it may be better to die in the hearts of my subjects.

In the last life, she was the most humiliating princess of the White Country. She has always had regrets in her heart. She just wanted to make the same mistakes again in this life. It's just that simple, but... she just wanted to live the dignity of a princess, that's all.

Many years later, Fang Siyuan has never forgotten Bai Xijing's words. In fact, he doesn't know what they mean. He just felt that he remembered the woman's appearance for the first time, and before that, he only felt that her face was hazy and blurred.

"I will compensate the princess for a hairpin another day." After a long time, Fang Siyuan opened his mouth lightly and released Xijing's hand.

Xijing shook her head and just wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden crisp but sharp female voice. Yo, isn't this Bai Xijing, your father's favorite?"

A gust of wind rose, and the lanterns in front of the palace gate swayed gently with the wind, and a tall woman in purple and purple skirt slowly came out of the mottled shadow. She put her hands around her chest and stopped condescendingly at the steps to look down at Xijing and others. Although the expression on her face could not be seen because of the hazy light, the evil spirit and hostility were not hidden.

Bai Xijing looked up at the woman faintly when he heard the words, but his eyes did not stay too much or answer, as if he had not seen such a person at all. Seeing Fang Siyuan frowned slightly, Xijing slowly exhaled and didn't want him to participate too much in the entanglement. Thanks to the son of the world for protecting each other, Xijing left first.

The woman in purple saw Bai Xijing ignoring her talking with a man. Her face suddenly turned black, and a pair of Danfeng's eyes seemed to be calculating. She pointed to Fang Siyuan, who turned her back to her, and said loudly, "I said, why haven't you arrived at the palace so late? How dare you go to be a lover. A girl who hasn't left the cabinet was sent back by a man in the middle of the night. It's really inderange! I'd like to take a good look at what kind of man can fascinate our Princess Xijing so much!"

After saying that, the woman in purple rushed down the steps and reached out to catch Fang Siyuan, but before she touched a corner of Fang Siyuan's clothes, Fang Siyuan suddenly turned around. In the snowflakes, the man's face looks quiet and beautiful, like the clear moonlight under the quiet water, like the ice and snow on the top of the steep mountains, so beautiful and tall but so cold.

He glanced at the woman in purple, and then opened the oil paper umbrella handed over by the servant very calmly. His movements were slow and light, elegant, as if he were enjoying flowers in a leisurely court. Siyuan will no longer send the princess.