"Stop talking," Du Heng suddenly frowned and said, "How come we can't comment on noble people's matters?"
Song Fu was a little stunned. Du Heng had always respected him. Although he was just a slave, Du Heng, considering his friendship with Song Tong, always called him Uncle Song, respecting him as his elder, which he never used to do. Having spoken to him in such a stiff tone, Song Fu was inevitably a little surprised: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood today?"
"No, I just didn't sleep well last night," Du Heng wiped his face and bowed deeply to Song Fu, "Uncle Song, what I just said didn't make sense, so don't worry about it."
"What do I have to argue with you?" Song Fu was so busy that he helped Du Heng up and brushed the snowflakes off his body. "Go out quickly. Don't delay in picking up Princess Jing'an."
"Yes, I'll leave first." Du Heng said.
"It's snowing here, why don't you hold an umbrella?" Song Fu turned around and walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and shouted to Du Heng's back.
Du Heng said nothing, just waved his hand and walked outside without looking back.
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Du Heng drove the carriage through the falling snowflakes. He thought about Princess Jing'an's gentle profile, the way she opened the curtains and looked at him, and the little azure stone she handed to him. Umbrella, my heart is in a mess, even more messy than the snow outside.
He was a little depressed and a little discouraged. He had walked this road not long ago when he was sending Princess Jing'an back to the palace. His mood at that time was really different from this moment.
When he reached the palace gate, he reined in his horse and stood in front of it with his head bowed. He looked at the majestic and upright guards in front of the palace gate, looked at the huge and majestic palace gate, and looked at the red walls and yellow tiles inside. He felt He became even more depressed. Just when he was about to look away, he saw a green woolen sedan walking out from behind the red wall. He looked at the green woolen sedan covered with snowflakes and couldn't help clenching his fists. .
The green cloth soft sedan slowly left the palace gate and stopped in front of Du Heng. The door curtain was opened by the maid. Du Heng saw clearly the woman sitting inside. He saw that she was wearing a magnolia green double embroidered satin dress, with her hair on her head. She combed her single snail and wore a hollow orchid hairpin on her temples. She still looked solemn and elegant. She was none other than Princess Jing'an.
Du Heng quickly walked up to the sedan, bowed and saluted, "I have been ordered by the princess to welcome the princess to the palace."
"Princess is too polite," Princess Jing'an pursed her lips and waved her hand to the sedan bearer. The bearer was so busy holding down the sedan chair that the maid was so busy holding an umbrella for Princess Jing'an. Princess Jing'an was about to After getting out of the sedan chair, she saw Du Heng bowing forward and handing her his arm. Princess Jing'an was startled, then she held Du Heng's arm out of the sedan chair and boarded the carriage. Du Heng stood up straight again, Jing'an Princess The princess nodded to him, "Thank you."
"Princess, you don't have to be polite." Du Heng said as he lowered the curtain of the carriage, then got on the front of the carriage and started driving.
"Princess, there is hot milk tea in the food box," Du Heng suddenly said to the carriage after running about ten meters, "There is Mrs. Tang under the soft pillow."
Princess Jing'an opened the food box and saw a tea cup inside. She picked it up and it was indeed hot. She couldn't help but curled her lips and said to Du Heng, "I'm interested."
Du Heng was silent and drove the carriage quickly against the heavy snow.