Qin Wan'er smiled, coughed twice, and then covered it up for Murong Xiao: "It's nothing. You three go down and pack your things first. Sister Wan'er will come over later."
"Yeah, yeah." Boyan seemed to have guessed a bit, and agreed quite sensibly, taking his two younger brothers out of the room. Before leaving, he smiled meaningfully at Qin Wan'er.
These three little brats are just a little smarter, and they don’t look like children of this age at all. It seems that it will take more effort to hide something from them in the future.
……..
The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is extremely beautiful. There are willow trees, misty rain and setting sun. The scenery along the way is endless. But no one is in the mood to appreciate it. The assassin behind him is like a sharp sword hanging above his head at any time. He may kill several people at any time.
In order to avoid pursuit, everyone did not choose bustling towns, but took remote mountain trails, remote and dark
Qin Wan'er stretched her body. It was such a bumpy mountain road that her waist almost fell apart. She glanced at the three children, but she was calm and didn't care about this pain at all.
"How about singing a song?" Qin Waner couldn't bear the boring carriage time anymore and came up with an idea.
"Okay, sister Wan'er, here's one." Borui took the lead in applauding with a smirk.
Qin Wan'er was speechless. These children really found every opportunity to take advantage of others. She was reluctant to suffer the consequences. "Okay, just sing." She cleared her throat slightly.
"Your tears, weak and hurt, the pale moon curves, hooking the past night, which was too long and condensed into frost. Who is in the attic, the cold and desperate rain flicks, the vermilion window, my life is in the paper
The wind blows above and dreams in the distance turn into a wisp of incense, drifting in the wind. Your appearance is like chrysanthemums, and the ground is covered with wounds. Your smile has turned yellow and the flowers have fallen to the heart. My thoughts are flowing quietly, the north wind is chaotic, and the night is still young.
, your shadow keeps cutting, leaving me alone on the lake, in pairs..."
The song was soft and melodious, with a bit of sadness. No one noticed that when the song reached its climax, Qin Wan'er's eyes had faint traces of tears.
Murong Xiao, who was outside the carriage, was listening to the song, as if his heart had been deeply touched. The emotion and sadness in the song could not help but make him look sad.
I can't tell when, my weak heart gradually hardened. The palace's swords and swords did not allow anyone to make mistakes. The unjust death of my mother and concubine, and so many years of caution, were all just for two words, "live".
"We're here, let's get off the carriage first, rest for one night, and then drive on again tomorrow." Murong Xiao calmed down the sadness in his heart slightly and said to the people in the carriage.
Qin Wan'er took the three little kids out of the carriage. They were in a remote wilderness with no human beings. It seemed that they would have to pass by this kind of place these days. Several people collected firewood and took dry food from the carriage.
Swallow with water
"Your Majesty, how long will it take for us to arrive?" Qin Wan'er couldn't help but ask. Ever since she came out of the Li Mansion, she has been in such a state of fear almost every day. The three little brats have also suffered along with her. If these days were longer,
, I guess I’ll go crazy
Murong Xiao glanced at Qin Wan'er lightly, took a mouthful of dry food, and seemed to ignore "Go to bed early, we have to go on the road tomorrow."