Along the way, Su Yueming's mind echoed with what Feng Po said——
Xuanyuan Qilin came to Da Qin. He must have come prepared. Did he want to rescue the prince? Or did he have other plans.
There was a faint restlessness throughout Kyoto, as if something big was about to happen.
She raised her head and looked towards the distant sky. Clouds like blue velvet were floating in the sky, misty and insubstantial, seeming to be close before her eyes but actually out of reach.
"Princess, we're here." The coachman's voice from outside the carriage pulled her back.
The carriage door opened, the coachman squatted on the ground, Tuxue bowed beside him, Su Yueming stepped on the coachman's back and prepared to get off.
"Come."
A cold and charming voice sounded, and a big hand stretched out. She turned her head slightly, and saw Murong Canghai standing in front of him, extending his hand to her, with his always evil and indifferent eyes exuding color.
of streamer.
Su Yueming hesitated for a moment, then slowly handed his hand to him, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face.
In full view of everyone, he picked her up. She was startled and couldn't help but hug his neck.
"Take you somewhere."
There was a smile on his lips, and with a wave of his hand, his maroon horse galloped forward. He hugged her, flew up, and sat firmly on the galloping horse.
Behind them, the guards followed closely, providing careful protection.
"Where are you going?" She was held in his arms, his hot breath surrounded her tightly, and she felt an inexplicable nervousness in her heart.
"You'll know when you get there." He clasped his hands, lowered his head, and kissed her lips accurately.
The wind whistled past her ears, and her long hair flew high and wrapped around his neck.
On this galloping horse, he passionately embraced the cold woman in his arms, not allowing her to avoid him in the slightest. He wanted her to surrender completely to his world.
Su Yueming clutched his clothes tightly, her heart beating very fast. She didn't know whether it was because of his embrace or the speed of the car.
The flush on her face was as if the sunset was about to burn.
Seeing in Murong Canghai's eyes, he was particularly satisfied, because he liked to see her react because of him, even just a little bit.
The horse finally stopped.
His domineering [Kouwu] finally reluctantly stopped.
Along the way, his lips never let go of his, so intense and rich. At this moment, Su Yueming collapsed weakly in his arms, panting.
"We're here," he said, looking ahead.
Su Yueming adjusted her breath, turned her head, and followed his line of sight -
Suddenly, a magnificent, magnificent palace lay before her eyes.
So beautiful, so spectacular!
I saw that the ancient and majestic palace was faintly enveloped in the curling fairy air. Starting from their feet, the fine white jade paved on the ground extended into the palace, shining with a warm light.
On the four corners of the palace, there are four peacocks carved from sandalwood, and the wall panels are all made of floating windows and jade carved by craftsmen hand by hand.
In front of the palace, countless guards were responsible for guarding it day and night. When they saw the master, they all knelt down on one knee and shouted——
"Welcome to you, Your Majesty! Your Majesty is a thousand years old!"
It is majestic and majestic.
In the palace, maids could also be vaguely seen walking around.