Murong Jing hugged Su'er and quickly left the alley.
After turning another intersection, a luxurious carriage parked there.
Chen Shou and Xiao Zhongzhi held the horse and stood by the car.
As soon as he saw Murong Jing, he lifted the curtain.
Murong Jing quickly got on the car.[
"Get out of the city! At the fastest speed." Murong Jing ordered.
I can't wait any longer, I have to leave immediately.
He knew that his younger brother had made such a deeper prejudice against him just now.
Once you are free, you must first grab someone.
The carriage gradually ran on the road from slow to fast.
Until the city gate.
When leaving the city, for safety reasons.
Murong Jing ordered to close the city gate early.
Before dawn, no one is allowed to leave the city, so that Sima Luo can be stopped for a while.
However, he knew he wouldn't stop him for a long time.
Because Sima Luo is not an ordinary person, he naturally has his own way.
Even if Murong Jing ordered that the city gate be not allowed to be opened, he would have a way to leave the city, or force the gatekeeper to open the door.
With the sound of ticks of horse hooves, the carriage galloped on the road.
Murong Jing's strong and powerful arms were not released, and he quietly wrapped her in his arms.
Feeling her heartbeat and breathing.
From the panic and rush just now, it gradually became stable.
From the beginning of entering the carriage, the two of them said nothing and did not mention a single word.
Silence is better than sound, just hold it quietly.
...[
Time is passing.
Outside the car window, the moonlight pondered and thoughtful, and the scenes flying by were shining and hazy.
Two lanterns were hung in the car.
It trembled with the carriage.
The red candlelight reflected the person in his arms. The pale little face seemed to be covered with a trace of powder, as delicate as the buds in the bud in the early morning. The long eyelashes reflected a soft shadow in the candlelight, as soft as light
The wind blows across the water.
After looking closer, he was filled with his heart. The two curved eyebrows were slightly furrowed, faintly covering his sorrow, which could not be removed...
She didn't ask or say anything.
Just lay in his arms very docilely.
It doesn't matter where he takes him and goes.
It seems that as long as he is there, everything doesn't matter...