The sky is blue, and the surrounding scenery is indeed beautiful, the grass grows and the warblers fly, the birds sing and the flowers are fragrant, but the temperature in the air is really low, which kills the mood of enjoying the beautiful scenery.

The carriage under him was always moving forward steadily, looking up at Leng Qing who seemed to be sulking, but it was actually too boring Leng Qing in a daze, pillowed Leng Qing's thighs, Yan Ziming closed his eyes in a good mood and fell asleep.

The mountains, forests and fields on both sides of the official road are constantly receding, and the carriages are facing gusts of cold wind. The three people on the wheel, one of them was driving the carriage seriously, and one was lying on the wheel, his head resting on the other's lap.

For Yan Ziming and Leng Qing, which is similar to "**", Mu Wen, who has been in charge of driving the carriage on the side, chose to ignore it and ignore it again, vowing to ignore it to the end!

However, Mu Wen could only choose to ignore it, unless Mu Wen wanted Yan Ziming to fire him, in that case, Mu Wen might go up against the storm to "disturb" Yan Ziming and Leng Qing.

Having said that, these are all unrealistic, because Muwen will only be loyal to Yan Ziming forever, and all of Yan Ziming's actions are inviolable to Muwen.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his master closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, Mu Wen subconsciously slowed down the speed of the car, wanting his master to rest more comfortably, lest the speed of the car be too fast and bump to his master, it would be bad.

Unexpectedly, Yan Ziming reminded him after feeling the speed of the car slowing down: "Muwen, don't slow down, we don't have much time to spend on this road, if we don't go back soon, Wang Quan is afraid that he will go crazy again." ”

Hearing this, Mu Wen dared to slow down the car again, and drove at the previous speed again.

"By the way, how many days will it take us to reach the capital of the Red Ice Kingdom?" Leng Qing suddenly looked down at Yan Ziming, who was sleeping with her thighs closed and pretending to sleep, and asked.

"In three and a half days, that is, at ten ten minutes at the beginning of the next month, you will be able to enter the territory of the Red Ice Country. After crossing the border between the two countries, you can enter the capital of the Red Ice Kingdom after another five and a half days. The person who answered Leng Qing was not Yan Ziming, but Mu Wen, who had been trying to play the role of "air" in the past few days.

"It will take nine days to arrive, two days later than expected!" Leng Qing spat out a sentence lightly.

Although there was no superfluous expression on her face, Leng Qing had already blossomed happily in her heart: It's good to be two days late, it's good to be two days late!

"That's not because it's a stop-and-go relationship on the road. The estimated time was from early morning to ten minutes at night before arriving at the capital of the Red Ice Kingdom in about ten days, and it was already calculated that it was only two days late to stop and go like us. As soon as Leng Qing's words fell, Yan Ziming, who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, took over the conversation.

When he said this, Yan Ziming didn't open his eyes, his eyes were still slightly closed, and his face was full of comfort and comfort.

Yan Ziming thought that Leng Qing was complaining that they were hurrying too slowly, but this was not the case. In fact, it would be good for Leng Qing to arrive in the Red Ice Country a month or even a year and a half late.

This has not yet reached the Red Ice Country, it has already been cold like this, if she really arrives in the Red Ice Country, Leng Qing is very doubtful that she will fall gloriously because of this cold-afraid physique.

Leisurely opened his eyes and looked at Leng Qing, Yan Ziming's good-looking Danfeng eyes had a little doubt: "It stands to reason that people who practice martial arts should be more afraid of the cold than ordinary people, and you are also a person who practices martial arts, why are you more afraid of the cold than ordinary people?"

Hearing this, I saw Leng Qing raise her head and roll her eyes to the sky, her expression was even more speechless than speechless.

Leng Qing said in his heart: You ancients practiced Sanfu in summer and Sanjiu in winter, and of course your physique is good. But she is a modern person, she has almost no spare time after formal work, when she is studying, she not only has to take classes, but also has some time to practice the piano, not to mention that she has no extra time to exercise, even if she has, she is not as diligent as them, right?

Although she thought so in her heart, Leng Qing still replied with kindness: "Individuals' physiques are different, just like thin people are naturally afraid of cold, and fat people are naturally afraid of heat, which has little to do with whether or not to practice martial arts." Can you say that a person who is strong in martial arts must not be afraid of the cold? I don't think so. ”

"Thin people are naturally afraid of cold, and fat people are naturally afraid of heat?" Yan Ziming repeated Leng Qing's words in a low voice.

Leng Qing didn't understand why Yan Ziming repeated her words, so she only nodded obediently: "Yes!"

"Hahahaha......" Seeing that Leng Qing rarely looked like a good child, Yan Ziming burst out laughing.

After laughing, looking up at Leng Qing, Yan Ziming pursed his lips and smiled: "Your statement is really appropriate enough, but I don't think it's very appropriate to use it on you." ”

"Uh, what do you mean?" Leng Qing was stunned by Yan Ziming's reaction before and after, Rao is smart as Leng Qing took a long time to react to the deep meaning of Yan Ziming's words.

Seeing Leng Qing's cold face, he suddenly raised his hand and pushed Yan Ziming's body out, although he didn't use much strength, but Yan Ziming, who had been prepared, still rolled to the side with Leng Qing's force pushing him, and at the same time, the palm of his right hand slapped the wheel under him, and he saw Yan Ziming's whole person flying up, and when he landed again, Yan Ziming had already flown to the roof of the carriage.

Under Yan Ziming's series of actions, the big dan that was originally casually draped on Yan Ziming's shoulders naturally fell with Yan Ziming's movements, and it also floated to the head of Mu Wen, who had been trying to be air, on the side.

Yan Ziming and Leng Qing naturally didn't see it, and at the moment when they were covered by the big hood, the corners of Mu Wen's mouth, who had been expressionless, twitched twice, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped twice.

Although he was full of depression, after all, Yan Ziming was his master, and Mu Wen was a quiet and dull character, so he naturally wouldn't complain about anything.

Even if he was so depressed that he wanted to hit the wall at this moment, Mu Wen just silently reached out and ripped off the big chariot that covered his head, put the big dan on the wheel behind him, and then continued to drive his carriage expressionlessly.

Standing on the roof of the carriage, Yan Ziming turned around handsomely, and at the same time lifted the hem of his robe that was blown by the oncoming wind when he turned around with his right hand, and then conveniently sat cross-legged on the edge of the roof of the carriage.

Looking down condescendingly at Leng Qing sitting on the wheel, Yan Ziming smiled like a ruffian: "You can't fight, you can't fight!"

Looking at such a "naughty" Yan Ziming, Leng Qing finally couldn't help but raise her hand to stroke her forehead.

Standing up, Leng Qing looked up at Yan Ziming with one hand on his waist and said, "You are such a scoundrel!"

"That's better than a hypocrite!" Yan Ziming naturally retorted to Leng Qing's words.

Hearing Yan Ziming's words, Leng Qing was stunned for a moment, and then, I saw Leng Qing put down the hand inserted in her waist, snorted coldly, and returned to the carriage without saying a word.

For Leng Qing's reaction, Yan Ziming, who was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the roof of the carriage, felt very inexplicable, and Mu Wen also turned his head to look at Yan Ziming behind him very thoughtfully, and then shook his head under Yan Ziming's puzzled gaze.

At this moment, Yan Ziming and Mu Wen have a common idea in their hearts, that is: women, changing their faces is really faster than changing the sky!

In the carriage, Leng Qing was curled up in the corner of the carriage with her back against the wall of the car, wrapping her arms tightly around her knees, burying her beautiful face between her arms.

The palms of the hands holding her knees tightly pressed the light purple hem on her body, because she was too hard, the finger joints of Leng Qing's hands had turned strangely white, and it seemed that as long as Leng Qing used a little more force, her white and thin skin and flesh would no longer be able to wrap the phalanges.

kept taking deep breaths, deep breaths, but the tears still couldn't help but overflow into the eye sockets, wetting the light on Leng Qing's body.

It was the tears of hatred.

Leng Qing didn't understand, hypocrite, why she always thought of that beast when she heard similar words and phrases!

Leng Qing lost her original family in a car accident when she was three years old, but because of her Mongolian parents, because they treated Leng Qing like their own daughter, Leng Qing could feel the warmth of "home" again.

However, because of that beast, the qiē that Leng Qing cherished was destroyed......

After that qiē happened, Leng Qing supported all her energy, working desperately while desperately tracking down the truth about Mengyu's suicide. Leng Qing once thought that she would not be able to hold on, but she still held on in the end.

The forensic examination and the information collected by the police show that Mongolian Yu is indeed a suicide and not a homicide, but Leng Qing can't believe that that simple, kind, cute and lively girl will one day leave her parents behind, and Leng Qing, who is like her sister, and end her life in such a cruel way. So Leng Qing wants to find out, she wants to give an explanation to her parents and herself!

From the funeral home, to the hospital, to the Mongolian home, in the end, Leng Qing finally found the real reason for the suicide of the Mongolian language.

On that day, the sky was gray and misty, and there was a misty drizzle in the air, and bursts of cool breeze kept blowing, rolling a continuous drizzle on people's faces and bodies, blurring their vision and chilling people's hearts.

On that day, there were not many pedestrians on the bustling and lively streets, and pedestrians walked unhurriedly on the street with umbrellas, a cold color.

That day, it was obviously early summer, but Leng Qing felt a chill in his body, which seemed to be a little colder than winter. In fact, what is really cold is Leng Qing's heart.

That day, Leng Qing wore the professional suit she usually weared, stepped on twelve-centimeter high heels, pushed open the two-meter-high silver-lacquered iron courtyard door of the Mongolian family, and saw the truth...... (To be continued.) )