Looking at Feng Zao who had stopped him, Qiaoer said hoarsely: "Mr. Feng Zao, please tell the prince that our princess is very ill. She can't even drink the medicine, and... still...
…”
She really wanted to tell the story about the princess vomiting blood, but the princess didn't allow it.
Qiao'er could only trot all the way and continued: "The princess's body and bones can no longer bear it. I beg the prince to have mercy and let the team stop so that the princess can rest."
Kazehaya saw that it was really hard for her to run, so he had to stop himself.
However, the team was still moving forward, and the prince gradually walked away.
Qiao'er became more and more anxious looking at Feng Liye's tall and cold figure.
"Mr. Fenghaya, the princess is really feeling very uncomfortable. Sir, please tell the prince."
Feng Hao thought for a while and then said: "Okay, just wait a moment."
He immediately galvanized his horse and caught up with Feng Liye.
Qiao'er didn't dare to stop, so she could only follow the team and trot along.
Not long after, Feng Hao came back on horseback and looked at Qiao'er, who was already panting from exhaustion: "Is it... the princess begging the prince to stop?"
Qiaoer was stunned and wanted to say yes, but in the end, the word "yes" couldn't be said.
With the princess' pride, if she knew about this, she might be so angry that she would vomit blood.
Feng Zao saw this and already understood.
He sighed lightly and said helplessly: "You should go back and stay with the princess."
"Does it mean that the princess must bow her head before the prince is willing to show a little mercy to her?"
Qiaoer's eyes were red and she was biting her lip, almost desperate.
Fenghaya wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only swallow the words that came to his mouth.
"You should... go back and persuade the princess." How could it be his turn to question the affairs of his masters?
He spurred his horse, turned around, followed Feng Liye, and left.
The team is still moving forward, and the carriage is still bumping.
Qiao'er dragged her bruised feet and slowly returned to the back of the team, next to the princess's carriage.
Just when he was about to get into the car with Lan Yu's strength, Feng Si suddenly heard an order from the front: "Stop!"
The voice with inner strength spread instantly.
"The army has really stopped!" Qiaoer's red eyes suddenly flashed with surprise.
Now, run forward quickly.
She was so excited! The prince finally showed mercy to the princess!
"Fazehaya! Mr. Kazehaya, thank you!"
Qiao'er ran out of breath and finally caught up with Feng Zao, her little face being dried by the wind and shining brightly.
Fenghaya could feel her excitement, but...
Looking back and looking into the distance, he hesitated to speak.
Qiaoer still had a smile on her face and said hoarsely: "Thank you, I will definitely..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Chu Weiyun getting off the carriage with the help of the palace maid.
The maid next to her smiled and said: "Princess, do you think the prince loves you so much? As soon as you said you wanted to come down and take a walk, the prince asked the army to stop. He simply loves you to the sky!"
The smile on Qiaoer's lips froze instantly.
Looking at Feng Zao again, Feng Zao had a complicated expression. Finally, he nodded slightly: "It's because... Princess Yun said that she felt uncomfortable after being suffocated in the car for too long, so she thought..."
Before he finished speaking, Qiaoer had already turned around and returned.
Feng Hao felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.
He doesn't want to be like this. It seems that even he owes the whole world, alas...
Chu Qingge was sleeping, and Qiaoer returned to the carriage and sat down, with no luster in her eyes.
"What's going on? Aren't you going to thank Feng Zao?" Lan Yu was confused.
Qiaoer looked back and saw that the princess seemed to be sleeping deeply.
She bit her lower lip, lowered her voice, and said angrily: "The Crown Prince gave the order to stop, just because Princess Yun was bored in the car and wanted to come down for a walk."
It’s not for their princess at all!
Your Majesty, you are too partial!
In the car, Chu Qingge turned over and continued to sleep.
What does favoritism have to do with her?
All men in the world are unlucky. What she wants to think about is how to live the rest of her life comfortably in this harsh environment.
"Qiao'er." A hoarse voice slowly escaped from her cold lips: "Looking at the weather, I'm afraid we'll have to garrison the troops for the night. Go and make me some porridge. I'm hungry."
Qiaoer and Lan Yu looked at each other, feeling uncomfortable.
