Xiao Yi didn't prepare a coffin for himself. He didn't like the small space, and he didn't want to lie alone in the cold coffin. The entire Wutong Courtyard was where he died.
Xiao Yi walked into the courtyard and went straight into the bedroom. He took off his shoes and socks, straightened his clothes, then lifted the bed curtains, put on his clothes and lay down on the bed. In his hand, there was a beautiful lacquer box, which was the urn that Xu Haozhi snatched.
"Jiaojiao, please wait for me on the Naihe Bridge." Xiao Yi murmured softly, then he seemed to think of something, frowned slightly, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "It's just a small stone that doesn't live up to expectations. I came back too late, and I can't get started with state affairs." Slow down. Alas, my temper is not good..."
"Little Shitou is more than honest, but not very smart. And...he is not as cute as he was when he was little, and he is not very good-looking when he grows up."
"Oh, I got Xiao Shitou a wife. She's a nice girl. Don't worry about him anymore."
Xiao Yi babbled bad words about Xiao Wei, then slowly closed his eyes and his breathing gradually weakened. Before entering the underground palace, he took poison.
When Xiao Yi opened his eyes again, he was in a trance. Was he in the underworld? Why are the underworld and Heungdeokgung Palace exactly the same?
Xiao Yi lay on the bed without moving. He stretched out his hand and touched the side. The lacquerware box was gone. So, he frowned slightly.
Although Xiao Yi acts with thunderous tactics, he actually has a very calm personality and is by no means a reckless person. He didn't stand up in a hurry, only half-closed his eyes and looked around. Then, he heard a familiar voice coming from his ears.
"Your Highness, does your head still hurt? Do you want to ask the imperial doctor to take a look?"
Xiao Yi turned around and his eyes shrank suddenly! The person who spoke turned out to be Jiang Ning, and it was Jiang Ning who looked very young!
Before his eyes, Jiang Ning, who had been crying for him while changing his clothes before entering the underground palace, appeared in front of his eyes. Jiang Ning, who had a head full of white hair, burst into tears. Xiao Yi knew very well that Jiang Ning was not dead. Then who is this monster in front of me?
Xiao Yi sat up from the bed calmly.
Half an hour later, Xiao Yi stood stunned in front of the bronze mirror for a long time, and then finally confirmed that he had not only come back to life, but also returned to the 24th year of Zhengyuan, when he was eighteen years old.
"Your Highness, will you still go to the Fourth Highness's invitation today?" Jiang Ning asked.
Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding the emotions in his eyes, and asked: "Invitation? What invitation does Fourth Brother have today?"
Jiang Ning felt that Xiao Yi seemed a little weird today. However, he was relieved when he thought that Xiao Yi was hit on the head by a suddenly broken tree in the courtyard and was knocked unconscious for a moment. Xu was stunned.
Jiang Ning reminded him with a busy smile: "Today, March 15th, is the Spring Festival. Your Highness has invited you to go swimming in the lake. Did Your Highness forget?"
Xiao Yi's heart suddenly twisted. On March 15th, the 24th year of Zhengyuan, he rode a horse on the lake... These clues, together, formed a guess in Xiao Yi's mind. He lowered his head and looked at the clothes he was wearing, and it turned out to be a light blue brocade robe.
It turns out that the day he woke up was actually the day he met Jiaojiao for the first time.
"Of course I'm going, prepare your horses."
Jiang Ning bowed and followed the order. As he walked out, he always felt something strange lingering in his heart, which he couldn't get rid of. His Highness has always been impatient to participate in such entertainment. Why is he so interested today?
Xiao Yi was riding a horse. As soon as he left the palace gate, he saw Xiao Cheng and others waiting aside. He glanced silently and found that there were indeed five people, Xiao Cheng, Chang Kang, Yan Wu, himself and Jiang Ning, exactly as in his memory.
Only then did Xiao Yi realize that he remembered every bit of that day so clearly.
Along the way, Xiao Yi followed Xiao Cheng without saying a word. He looked at everything around him from time to time, feeling both familiar and strange at the same time. He didn't know whether to be happy or worried about being eighteen again.
When we arrived at Qingyu Lake, it was still a lively scene. The sky is clear and the clouds are light, the wind is gentle and the sunshine is warm, the spring scenery is just right. There are a lot of tourists on the shore of the lake. The men are riding horses in light shirts and small hats, showing off their elegance, and the women are riding in cars with hairpins on their temples, showing off their beautiful faces.
Xiao Yi and his party rode slowly along the lake shore, chatting and laughing from time to time, which was quite pleasant.
Xiao Yi said nothing, he looked at the rows of weeping willows on the shore of the lake. Then, he saw several girls standing in the shade of a green willow. One of them was wearing a lake green cloud embroidered shirt, with a pretty smile, like a bright rose in full bloom. She has dimples on her cheeks, and if she smiles sweetly at anyone, her heart will melt.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Xiao Yi heard his heart beating wildly, making his eardrums buzz.
It turned out that his prayer to sacrifice to heaven was indeed answered, and it was not in vain that he had devoted all his energy and worked for the world for decades. But as Xiao Yi looked at it, he became greedy. It would be great if he could renew his relationship.
If he had known that God could respond to him, he would have kept the little stone for a few more years. Looking at his body, he should have no problem living to seventy or eighty years old. Thinking of this, Xiao Yi couldn't help but raise his eyelids and glance at the sky.
"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Jiang Ning urged Xiao Yi in a low voice when he saw Xiao Yi stopped and was distracted.
Xiao Yi came back to his senses and saw that it was Xiao Cheng and others who had walked away. Xiao Yi looked at Jiang Ning beside him and frowned slightly. Is it really only possible to take a look? He was unwilling to do so.
So, Xiao Yi stretched out his hand and pinched Jiang Ning a few times. Jiang Ning was so pinched that her scalp instantly became numb, and she felt horrified.
Your Highness, what are you doing? ! I’ve never seen him have such a hobby!
"Are you feeling unwell?" Xiao Yi asked.
Jiang Ning trembled and shook her head. It wasn't until he saw that Xiao Yi looked at ease, his eyes were calm, and he had no other intentions, that he felt a little at ease.
Jiang Ning suddenly thought of something. Emperor Zhengyuan misunderstood Xiao Yi's mother and concubine, which caused Xiao Yi to extremely reject any contact with women in the palace. Even though he was eighteen years old, he never wanted any women to serve him in his room.
Jiang Ning rubbed her chin and thought, His Highness was about to get married, should he ask Concubine De to arrange for one or two female officers to teach His Highness?
Jiang Ning was just thinking about something on her mind. Seeing that Jiang Ning was fine, Xiao Yi suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Xiao Yi's smile caught Jiang Ning's peripheral vision, and Jiang Ning couldn't help but feel confused. She stayed for a moment, as if she didn't know where she was, what to think, and what to do.
After a moment, Jiang Ning came back to her senses and sighed secretly. His Highness's smile would make the whole world pale.
Xiao Yile turned his horse's head and headed in the direction of Shen Zhuo.
Shen Zhuo felt a little strange when he saw Xiao Yi riding towards him.
It has been almost two years since Shen Zhuo was reborn. In the past two years, she and Xiao Yi had met several times because Xiao Cheng pursued Shen Yao. Xiao Yi always turned a blind eye to her, never took the initiative to approach her, and rarely even looked at her. And after two lives, she herself has finally become immune to Xiao Yi's beauty, and will no longer lose her mind at the first sight.
But today, why did he come towards her?
Shen Zhuo looked around. Zhang Jingyi was showing off her new dress with Meng Qinglian, Lu Waner, Wen Mingyun and Xiao Yushu were competing in blowing willow leaves... There should be nothing to arouse Xiao Yi's interest.
Shen Zhuo frowned secretly, feeling vaguely uneasy in his heart. In this life, she had already made up her mind to have nothing to do with Xiao Yi.
"I'm a little tired. Let's go back to the carriage and rest. You will go to Yu Garden to listen to a play later. Remember to call me."
After Shen Zhuo finished speaking, he led Ying'er towards the carriage parked not far away. She and Xiao Yi walked towards each other. When passing Xiao Yi, Shen Zhuo stood by the roadside and bowed slightly.
"I've met His Highness Seventh Highness." Shen Zhuo lowered his head meekly, his voice calm.
Xiao Yi reined in his horse and was about to extend his hand, but saw that Shen Zhuo had turned and left. From the beginning to the end, she did not raise her eyes to look at him, observing the etiquette.
Xiao Yi looked at the back of Shen Zhuo's master and servant leaving, his eyes darkened. She knew he was the seventh prince.
"Which family are you from? May I invite you to go to the lake?"
"Oh, oh, don't leave~~"
"My family calls me Jiaojiao, what's your name?"
In Xiao Yi's memory, a peach blossom would fall into his arms at this moment, and then a little girl in a lake-green dress would stop his horse with a smile, and forcefully pull him to swim in the lake without any explanation.
Xiao Yi clearly remembered that that was the first time the two met, and neither of them knew the other's identity.
Xiao Yi allowed the horse to lead him around as he pleased. He thought silently and finally dug out some brand new memories from his limited memory, which were indeed different from his previous life. For example, he and Shen Zhuo had already met, and she hit him on the head with a stone.
Xiao Yi grew up in a deep palace, and his mother and concubine died early, leaving him with no one to rely on since he was a child. In the harem, if you don't ask anything, it will show your timidity, so he developed a character of few words. No matter what he encountered, he rarely opened his mouth, only observed and pondered secretly, and rarely showed his emotions.
Xiao Yi walked freely and soon walked out of Qingyu Lake and turned to a small street not far from the lake where tourists could rest.
The small street is quiet and there are not many people on the street. Xiao Yi reined in his horse, stopped and watched for a while, then urged his horse to go to a sweet shop ahead. Then he sat in the shop and ordered a bowl of rice dumplings.
Jiang Ning was greatly surprised. Doesn’t His Highness not like desserts?
Jiang Ning didn't know that in his previous life, Shen Zhuo came to this shop after swimming around the lake and treated Xiao Yi to a bowl of rice dumplings.
Well, in this life, if Jiaojiao doesn't invite him, then he can eat it by himself, as if it was Jiaojiao who invited him.
After eating the fermented rice balls, Xiao Yi was in a good mood, and the depression that had accumulated in his heart for decades seemed to be swept away. The eighteen-year-old boy's spirit suddenly rose with the alcohol, and Xiao Yi could feel that the blood in his body was boiling hot.
Now that God allows him to come back again, he will not leave just once. This is the case in this world, and it is the same with Yu Shenzhuo.
In this life, everything will come to an end.
