Murong Qingshuang saw that he didn't answer, but she didn't wait for him to say anything.
He turned his head and looked straight ahead with his chin raised slightly. Hearing his voice, he whipped up his whip and rode away from the city.
September is already the autumnal equinox, and there is a feeling of desolation everywhere.
Wherever the horse's hooves went, dust was thrown up. By the time we arrived at the inn, it was already dusty.
Horseback riding in the past was still different from what it is now.[
There was a world of difference between that kind of gambling and the current life-threatening situation.
Not long after riding, Murong Qingshuang began to feel a kind of fatigue that was difficult to adapt to. This kind of transportation that makes you feel dizzy makes your whole body exhausted.
However, you can't show weakness at this time, and you can't let him think that he is just pretending to ride a horse.
So he held on hard and followed him closely until he dismounted and finally took a breath.
"Don't you think my speed is too fast?"
She handed the snow crane into the hands of her servants and asked them to take the horse to the stable.
After strenuous exercise, my legs feel a little weak.
She bit her lower lip and said expressionlessly, "No."
Yuwen Longxiang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her jokingly, "Then why are you so pale?"
Murong Qingshuang touched her face and felt a rustling feeling on her face.
I'm afraid it's not that my face is white, but that my face is gray.
It seems like you can feel a layer of sand with just a touch of your hand.
"You're wrong." She took off her hand, looked down at her fingers, and rubbed a bit of sand on her hand, "It's just a little bit of dirt, I'll go wash my face."
Yuwen Longxiang said again: "In that case, I want to hurry up and get to the capital as early as possible. How about speeding up tomorrow?"
She turned her head and stared at him, saying just two words, "Whatever!"
Even though he went in without looking back, he had no idea that he should be the first one here.
Yuwen Longxiang did not care about this, and the interest in his eyes did not diminish at all. On the contrary, it became more and more intense.
Murong Qingshuang washed her face, but Luo Yi was probably still at the back of the queue.
The few maids who followed were all sitting in the car. They must not be as fast as them. I am afraid they will not arrive until nightfall today.[
