The driver was a man from Nan Yao, and he would urge the horse to run very fast along the way, without knowing what the final goal was.
Song Qinghuan sat up, raised his wrist, put the inconspicuous silver bracelet on his wrist to his nose and sniffed it, and then he felt that his whole body's strength had fully recovered.
He raised the curtain to take a look at the situation on the road, roughly calculated the odds, and then took out a silver needle from his girdle that was smaller and thinner than usual.
While the horse was running very fast, he opened the curtain and when the driver was not paying attention, he quickly inserted the silver needle in his hand into the person's acupuncture point.
I just didn't expect that Song Qinghuan's hands were quick, and the man's movements were also quick. He turned slightly to the side, just to avoid the acupuncture point where the silver needle was going to hit. The man's face was pulled in pain, and he cursed something in his mouth, and he pulled out the silver needle fiercely.
The urging made the horse run faster.
Song Qinghuan held on to the door tightly with both hands, but he didn't expect to miss it. His eyes quickly swept across the road, and there was a slope in front of him. When the horse was running very fast, he jumped out of the carriage.
Go down.
The slope was full of gravel, with a few bowl-sized trees planted here and there. The rest were weeds all over the ground, extending all the way to the bottom of the slope, and it was hard to tell what the situation was.
Song Qinghuan quickly gathered up his body, protecting his head and body, trying to avoid the tree stumps, but within a moment he disappeared at the bottom of the slope.
"Damn..." When the coachman realized something was wrong, he stopped the horse, turned back, and slid to the bottom of the slope. All he saw was a deep river, and Song Qinghuan was nowhere to be seen. He couldn't help but curse in anger.
After casually pulling up a few weeds by the river, the man hurriedly went ashore again and set off on his empty carriage all the way to Kyoto City.
Song Qinghuan dived into the bottom of the water. After the man left, he dared to surface and followed the current down until he felt it was safe, then he went ashore.
The clothes on my body were soaked by the river water. Even though it was early autumn, I shivered with the cold when the wind blew.
Despite this, Song Qinghuan also endured all the way to return to Beijing first. It didn't matter whether the letter to let go of his wife or what Nan Yao said was true or false. Even if it was true, she still wanted Xiao Ci to say it to her personally, and she also wanted to agree with it herself.
He made the decision that Nanyao was nothing but a dog begging for food from other people's bowls.
If Xiao Ci was interested in her, there was no need to wait ten years. Although marrying her would be a form of use, Nanyao was not even worthy of being used by Xiao Ci. She was just putting on airs and showing off along the way.
There was sadness and anger in my heart, reluctance, and murderous intent. But after two days of walking along the road, all those feelings of sadness and anger, unwillingness and murderous intent, gradually calmed down.
When Song Qinghuan entered the city of Kyoto, she was as embarrassed as a beggar woman, with unkempt hair, dirty clothes, and wounds all over her body. As soon as she entered the city, she was discovered by people from the Wucheng Army and Horses Division. Xiao Jingchuan hurriedly arrived.
At this time, the circles under his eyes were red, and he called out "Mother" before being interrupted by Song Qinghuan.
Although Song Qinghuan was slovenly at this time, he was in excellent spirits. His eyes were full of determination and he said: "I want to see your father now."
Xiao Jingchuan frowned and had many questions in his mind, but he decided to stop for now and simply said: "Father is not free right now. Mother will go back with me first. I will go and inform father right away."
Song Qinghuan said lightly: "No need, I want to see him right now."
His eyes passed over Xiao Jingchuan, and he said, "If he is not available, I can wait, but I want to see him as soon as possible."
Xiao Ci was indeed busy at this time, and Xiao Jingchuan did not dare to agree rashly. He only asked: "Mother, where have you been these past two days? What happened?"
Song Qinghuan lowered his eyes and didn't respond to him, saying: "Or you can tell me where he is and I'll find it myself."
"Mother..." Xiao Jingchuan frowned seriously. He clearly sensed something was wrong with Song Qinghuan and did not dare to seriously let her go to find Xiao Ci alone. He half-responsed: "I will take you there."
Then he asked, "Mom, would you like to eat something and drink some water?"
Song Qinghuan didn't answer a word. Nanyao's carriage took her out of Tongzhou. She walked day and night for two days on her feet. When she was hungry, she looked for some wild fruits to fill her belly. When she was thirsty, she walked
Holding some water to drink on the roadside, she had done this before when she was not the eldest lady of the Song family.
The only thing that kept her going all this way was that she wanted to ask Xiao Ci personally.
Xiao Jingchuan saw that Song Qinghuan had not spoken for a while and looked unkempt. He pursed his lips and took off his own cloak and put it on hers.
Song Qinghuan then raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes full of grievance, but disappeared in an instant.
The entire Qinglan Lake is tightly surrounded. A raft of boats is floating on the lake. Two men, one white and one basket, are standing on the boat with their hands folded. They don’t know what they are saying from a distance, but Xiao Ci’s expression can be faintly seen.
It's not that he's very nice, but it's the man in blue who has an upright posture and a nice smile.
Xiao Jingchuan wrapped Song Qinghuan tightly in his cloak, then blocked her behind him, waiting for the boat to dock.
The wind near the lake was strong, pouring into Song Qinghuan's hood and blowing on his neck, which only made people feel colder.
An hour later, the boat slowly approached the shore. When the boat landed, Xiao Ci's face didn't look very good.
The man in blue shirt who jumped out of the boat behind him looked at his rushing back and couldn't help but chuckle and said something meaningful: "Ninth brother, you are getting older, so you have to think more.
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Xiao Ci didn't say anything, and walked away quickly. When he passed by Xiao Jingchuan, he even said angrily: "What are you still standing for?"
Xiao Jingchuan lowered his eyes and said nothing, only pulling Song Qinghuan to follow him.
Song Qinghuan resisted saying anything and followed Xiao Jingchuan only two steps before being stopped by Wu Wang Xiao En.
"Nephew, who is this person you brought?" Xiao En still had a kind smile on his face, but his temperament was completely different from what he had been many years ago.
Xiao Jingchuan's heart tightened, and there was a moment of nervousness on his face, and he responded: "Uncle Eight Emperors, it's none of your business who the person I bring is none of your business."
Xiao En chuckled twice: "It's none of my business. I'm just curious."
As he spoke, he reached out to take off Song Qinghuan's hood, but Xiao Ci quickly stopped him: "Brother Bage, what do you mean?"
Xiao Ci's face was still ugly, but murderous intent was spreading around him. Xiao En was stunned and chuckled: "Didn't you say the thing is at your place? What's going on with this man?"
Xiao Ci said displeasedly: "What's going on? What you saw is what's going on."
After saying that, he gave Song Qinghuan a fierce look, and said to Xiao Jingchuan in an increasingly bad tone, "Take him away."
Xiao Jingchuan responded, and before he could catch Song Qinghuan, he saw Song Qinghuan's hood being lifted, revealing a dirty face.
Xiao En was stunned for a moment and then said: "What's going on with the ninth younger brother and sister?"
