After Xuanyuan Zhirong finished speaking, he turned the wooden wheelchair and walked out of the inner hall, without giving Mu Jieyu the slightest chance to speak again.
However, Mu Jieyu is also a person who speaks the truth. When Xuanyuan Zhirong left Baihua Town, Mu Jieyu followed him. Xuanyuan Zhirong, who stopped briefly at the fork in the road, soon waited for Mu Jieyu.
Under the thick darkness of night, Xuanyuan Zhirong opened the car curtain and looked at the people coming from the car under the moonlight. He sighed softly: "Get in the car."
Just like outside Yongjing City, his tone was light but could not be rejected. It was just that last time he was full of joy and domineering force, but this time it was also full of joy, but clearly overflowing with a deep sense of helplessness. Unlike last time, Mu Jie
Yu got into the carriage without any hesitation.
Xuanyuan Zhirong didn't speak, but Mu Jieyu clearly saw that the long couch on the left was covered with a soft brocade quilt, and there was also a neatly folded small blanket, which was clearly prepared for her.
Mu Jieyu raised the corner of his lips and did not take the initiative to talk to Xuanyuan Zhirong. Instead, he lay on his side on the couch, pulled off the blanket and draped it casually around his body, resting his arms on his arms to sleep.
Full of worries, Mu Jieyu closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the rolling axles, the chirping of insects as he walked through the woods, and the croaking of frogs as he passed by the fields. He could not fall asleep for a long time.
"Silly girl." I don't know how long it took, but Xuanyuan Zhirong suddenly came to her side, pulled the blanket for her, and gently brushed her smooth face with his cold fingertips.
Mu Jieyu didn't move at all. Even when she felt Xuanyuan Zhirong stretch out his arms to gently lift her up, sit behind her, and take her into his arms, she remained calm.
Leaning on Xuanyuan Zhirong's strong and warm arms, smelling the refreshing cold fragrance on his body, and feeling the warmth from his big palm holding her little hand, Mu Jieyu's heart became more and more complicated.
She may be really stupid. According to her past personality, she would never get involved in this. She would even stay away as far away as possible. She would always ignore it if something didn't come to her door.
, but this time, it was the first time in her two lifetimes that she was sober looking for trouble.
It was not a big deal for her to go to Chongyang a few days late, but she was still worried about Xuanyuan Zhirong. She was worried that he would not cherish his body if she was not by his side; she was worried that if she was not by his side, if he had a
If it's not right, she will regret and blame herself.
Since when did this man not only influence her choices, he even started to worry her...
This was a bad omen, she knew it, but...
I don't know if this embrace was too comfortable, but Mu Jieyu actually fell asleep. However, Mu Jieyu's good sleep did not last long before he was awakened by a shrill scream!
Mu Jieyu started working suddenly, the carriage stopped suddenly, and the curtains were lifted. The stars were still bright outside and the night was deep.
Xuanyuan Zhirong frowned and shouted coldly: "Wang Ke!"
"Master, someone is being hunted and is coming this way!" Wang Ke's voice sounded through the car door.
"Bai Su." Mu Jieyu approached the car window and called out in a low voice.
Bai Su, who was following closely outside the carriage window, jumped up and flew away from the horse.
Bai Su came back after half a cup of tea and reported softly to Mu Jieyu: "Miss, it's the villagers in the small village ahead who are chasing the thieves in the village."
Mu Jieyu stretched out his hand to lift the silky embroidered curtain and looked at the heavy night sky: "The situation."
"Forty strong men, chasing two ragged men." Bai Su answered truthfully.
Mu Jieyu let go of his hand, put down the curtain, and looked at Xuanyuan Zhirong: "If I remember correctly, there is a Yangjia Village thirty miles away."
"Thirty miles away, forty people are chasing two people." Xuanyuan Zhirong smiled lightly, his eyes deep.