The next day, sure enough, there was no news of a monster night attack in Liujia Village.

According to what he said yesterday, Master Hu immediately ordered someone to release Bai Xuwen.

At the moment when the darkness faded, Bai Xuwen only felt that the long-lost sunlight was dazzling and tight, and subconsciously raised his sleeves to cover his eyes.

"White Sywin. ”

A nice voice came at the right time.

He slowly lowered the sleeves that covered his eyes, and looked up, and the woman in purple with a beautiful face was standing not far away with a gentle smile, as if she had come to pick him up on purpose.

It is undeniable that his heart is a little moved, even if she has some intentions, but in the overwhelming darkness, she is the only light that shines in.

The two figures gradually drifted away under Xiao Chengyu's deep eyes, and the hands hidden under the wide sleeves continued to tighten.

She's been busy working for a while just to save that man?

Yun Zheng gathered the clothes on his body, and wondered in his heart, why did he still feel a little cold when the sun was shining brightly today?

Shen Qingyu took the person back to the inn to wash it, and after changing into a newly changed shirt, the man with a beautiful face and a scholarly spirit came back.

After such a toss, she was already hungry.

"Lord...... The master ......" he pursed his lips, and his eyes flashed as he looked at her who was sitting opposite her and eating.

A delicate and fair face was a little red, obviously those two words made him a little embarrassed and a little ashamed.

The reader is hypocritical, Yu Guang glanced at him, she calmly sent a mouthful of food into her mouth, and then said with a straight face: "Just call me Miss." ”

He froze for a moment, and took a deep breath as if he had been pardoned. Let him call her master every day, he really can't do it.

"Thank you. ”

She glanced at the bamboo chopsticks that had not moved in front of his desk with a smile, her eyes must have fallen on him, and she pouted: "Hurry up and eat, after eating, you will have to rush back to Chang'an." ”

He tugged at the corners of his mouth and bowed slightly, and the smile on his face was particularly shy.

After drinking and eating, the two embarked on the road back to Chang'an.

Although he was taken under her command, he could not be counted on in this work of driving horses.

There is a good saying, useless is a scholar, except for the pen, it is difficult.

Bai Xuwen was a stubborn master, and he had to be a coachman for her to drive the horse, but he didn't get out of the three-mile road, and he was almost thrown off the car by the bumps.

Unable to bear it any longer, she pulled him back into the car.

"Xiaosheng...... Xiaosheng can. He said stiffly, and tried to lean out again.

She hurriedly pressed his shoulder, glanced at him who was sweating profusely, and said very good-naturedly: "It's not early, you have to hurry back to Chang'an, if you want to learn to drive a horse, study another day." ”

He pulled the corners of his mouth with a blushing face, and finally settled down.

Chang'an is no better than the water city, there are many people here.

When he was about to arrive in Chang'an, Shen Qingyu let him get out of the carriage.

"You go to the Yixing Wine Shop on Lin'an Street first and wait, and I'll go back to Mofu first. As she spoke, she took off the hairpin with three thousand green silk on her head.

At that time, the wind came, blowing her green silk a little messy, and the fluttering green silk gently brushed over his face, like catkins, which made people feel itchy, but it was very comfortable.

"When you arrive at Yixing Liquor Workshop, you can take this hosta to find Liu Shu, the shopkeeper of the Liquor Workshop. She said to herself, raising her hand to twist a strand of green silk, and tied the fluttering green silk together in a circle.

An ordinary move, but at this moment, it has become a beautiful picture in the eyes of others.

Bai Xuwen, who was distracted, lowered her eyes and glanced at the hairpin in her hand, hummed a little unnaturally, and sniffed lightly, as if there was still her hair fragrance in the wind............

In this situation, Yun Zheng saw it really, and his master also saw it really.

Compared to Fang Cai, Yun Zheng felt that it was a lot colder around him.

"Master, this Chang'an has arrived, and Miss Nianchu is fine, why don't you go home first?"

Yun Zheng lowered his eyebrows and glanced at his master's expression, and his tone was very cautious.

Xiao Chengyu stared at the scene not far away silently, and there were a few traces of frost on his cold face, even he didn't notice it.

After the carriage went to the city gate, he strode towards Bai Xuwen, who was still looking at the pestle.

Bai Xuwen carefully put the hosta into his sleeve, and as soon as he stepped out of his front foot, he tripped over a cold-faced man on his back foot.

Seeing that the person fell facing the ground, Yun Zheng subconsciously swallowed his saliva, what is his master for?

You said that you tripped over people, and you deliberately stepped on someone afterwards, which is a bit unkind.

He felt that his master had more and more of the taste of the little marquis.

"Yun Zheng. "The cold voice is like August snow.

Yun Zheng, who was confused, looked at his master innocently, but saw his master sweeping in a cold eye.

Yun Zheng, who knew about it, didn't dare to make a mistake, and obediently picked up the black cauldron that was thrown over.

"Childe can't help it, I'm in a hurry, I didn't see it, I hope Childe will take care of it. Yun Zheng helped the person up as he spoke, and the master of his family, who had always been cold-blooded and indifferent, had already left.

It's so bitter, he's so bitter.

Fortunately, Bai Xuwen is also a good talker, so he didn't say anything serious, and let him go at the moment.

In the days when there was no sick beauty, Sheng Xiaohou Ye didn't eat anything fragrant, and the drunken dream building that he loved to visit in the past couldn't arouse his interest, so he loved to pull his unlucky cousin Song Zhiyuan to run into the restaurant.

After three pots of wine, Song Zhiyuan had already been defeated, but Sheng Jingchen's guy kept drinking white water.

Unable to walk and go, Song Zhiyuan had to look boredly towards the main street of Chang'an downstairs, but this look, but he just saw Shen Qingyu who was driving the carriage to Mofu.

"Jingchen, Miss Nianchu is back. ”

As soon as these words came out, the sluggish Sheng Xiaohou Ye was like being beaten with chicken blood.

As soon as the wine cup was put down, he ran to the window.

On the street where the crowd came and went, wasn't the woman in a purple shirt with a beautiful face the sick beauty he thought about day and night?

"Sick Beauty!"

Hearing the sound, she subconsciously raised her eyes, and in the next second, there was a flower in front of her, and the arrogant young man in fresh clothes and angry horses had already fallen in front of the carriage.

Her face changed slightly, and she hurriedly grabbed the reins.

"Sheng Xiaohou is not dying?"

Looking at her heavy face and angry scolding, he only felt comfortably tight.

Sure enough, he Sheng Jingchen is an abusive person, but he owes her abusiveness.

The first time I saw someone being scolded, I could still laugh so happily, not to mention that this object was still the famous demon king of the mixed world in Chang'an, and for a while, people who watched the excitement felt that their eyes were dazzled.

"Get out of the way. She felt that Sheng Jingchen's brain must have a bit of a problem.

This fierce tone was uncomfortable to listen to, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he smiled extremely cynically, and after a moment, he obediently stepped aside.

He knew her temperament, so he didn't want to upset her.

Glancing at him angrily, she looked straight ahead, her red lips opened slightly, and she said slowly: "Come up." ”

The smile on Sheng Jingchen's face froze for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong, so he pestle dryly, and there was no movement for a long time.

Song Zhiyuan, who ran downstairs, happened to hear her words, glanced at his cousin, who was already overly surprised, and couldn't help but kick his heel anxiously.

This time, Sheng Xiaohou came back to his senses, and sat beside her between the flipping sleeves.

Before the sour words hidden in her stomach came out, she saw her smiling and shoved the whip of the horse to him.

"I'm tired of the little marquis. ”

After that, Wu Zi got into the carriage and drove the carriage for a long time, I have to say that it was extremely tiring, her body was a little unbearable, Sheng Jingchen sent it to the door by herself, no need to use it in vain.

He couldn't laugh or cry with the whip, but he was still very well-behaved as her cheap coachman.

This reversal came unexpectedly, and Song Zhiyuan was dumbfounded.

Looking at the carriage in the distance, Song Zhiyuan shook it thoughtfully, it's amazing, his cousin has been crisscrossing flowers for many years, not to mention it, it's a little deep!

On the same day, there was a favorite conversation in the streets and alleys of Chang'an, saying that the young lady from the countryside of Mofu didn't know what kind of fairy magic she used, so that the demon king of Chang'an would obey her words.