798. Chapter 798 Encounter on a Narrow Road——The Lord is Ruthless 01
Of course, the most important thing is to keep your ideals in mind, be down-to-earth, and take things step by step.
Huangfu Jin held her in his arms and rode slowly. When he entered the city gate, the gatekeepers did not dare to stop him, let alone check, and kept saluting him.
Huangfu Jin stopped his horse, glanced at them, and faintly smiled at the corners of his lips.
Then he drove his horse over.
The soldiers stood there blankly for a long time before they came back to their senses and looked at each other, "Did King Linjiang smile at us?"
Can this man also laugh?
Doesn’t it mean that iron trees can also bloom, and stones can also be moved?
"Didn't you see Miss Su in his arms?"
"It's just that you don't know yet, right? Miss Su yelled in front of the emperor and the imperial concubine in Xuanhe Palace, 'Huangfu Jin belongs to me, whoever dares to snatch her away, I'm welcome!' Don't look at her appearance."
She was very weak and had a loud voice. When she yelled at her, Miss Song was so frightened that she went home and lay down for more than ten days!"
"Let's just make it up. According to what you said, Miss Su is just a Roar from Hedong. How can someone as noble as His Highness fall in love with her?"
"Anyway, whether you believe it or not, Miss Su has publicly said that she likes Huangfujin, and Huangfujin also likes her."
"I don't believe it. How can there be such a bold girl?"
"Anyway, I believe it!"
Su Mo was sitting in Huangfu Jin's arms without any hesitation. People on the road looked at him with various eyes, but he was as steady as a mountain and unmoving.
Originally, when Huangfu Jin walked around the capital, the young women upstairs would open their windows and throw brocade handkerchief sachets. This time, seeing a girl sitting in his arms, he was so angry that instead of throwing brocade sachets, he threw something else.
Umbrella, cut sachet...
An umbrella was thrown at Su Mo with a sudden force. Huangfu Jin flipped his hand and caught the delicate silk umbrella. He pushed it with his little finger and "whooped", and the umbrella was held above the two people's heads.
The long street is like a river, the horses are like boats, the jade stones are like jade, and the painted umbrellas are long and leisurely.
The sad women watched them go, feeling as if they were looking at a dynamic painting. The picturesque scenery and picturesque people were gradually moving away.
Su Mo fiddled with the umbrella handle, and had to be careful not to scratch Huangfujin's black hair.
She glared at him and hummed: "It seems that His Highness Leng Mian has many admirers."
