In an instant, all expectations turned to ashes, as if it were a joke, and Hua Tiantian suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

What exactly was she expecting?

Obviously she has always been the one who has been abandoned, but now she is so ridiculous and desperately wants to expect someone who will be different from others and will not abandon her.

She's really not self-aware.

After a few moments, the cold touch on her skin dissipated, and the familiar smell disappeared from her nose.

After waiting for a long time, and when there was no longer a sound to be heard, Hua Tiantian slowly opened his eyes.

Her eyes were a little glazed.

In the middle of the ring, she put her hand on her face, on her head, and on every place touched by Feng Jing's hand.

As if he felt something, he suddenly smiled.

The smile was mixed with bitterness, despair, numbness, and the bleak night behind it.

She deserves to be abandoned.

Outside the carriage, the night was getting clearer and thicker, and the cold wind was a little biter than in the evening.

A slender figure leaned against the carriage, its dark eyes looking into the dim night.

Just standing there motionless, letting the cold wind brush his lips more and more pale.

Following

Hua Tiantian woke up with a noise, sat up, and moved her body, only to find that she had fallen asleep last night by leaning on the carriage, and at this time her body was tearing in pain everywhere when she moved.

Enduring the pain in her body, Hua Tian Tian opened the curtain of the carriage in confusion, looked out of the carriage, and looked at the bustling streets where people came and went, and she suddenly realized that this was the capital.

Just as she was stunned, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Hua Tiantian lifted the curtain in front of the carriage and hurried to see if something was wrong.

As she expected, a woman in tattered clothes knelt at the front of the carriage with a child in her arms.

She seemed to anticipate something, and her face changed slightly.

Mu Han saw the woman kneeling motionless on the ground with a blank expression, walked over, and said to her in a cold voice, "Do you know whose car you stopped?" ”

The woman probably expected who was in the car, and her face became more and more frightened, but she looked at the child in her arms, gritted her teeth, and did not leave immediately.

She looked at the carriage in front of her, knowing that there were noble people inside, raised her voice, and said with a crying voice, "My lord, please save our mother and son, the border is chaotic, we have no choice but to come to the capital, but the capital does not accept refugees like us at all, we are really about to live." ”

As he spoke, he was still holding his infant and dying child to Mu Han, with pleading and despair in his eyes.

Mu Han's face moved slightly, but now the capital is really not a safe place for the Prime Minister and His Majesty, and any wind and grass must contain the danger at the beginning.

He pursed his lips, moved the hilt of his sword at his waist, and scolded in a deep voice, "Here—"

But before he finished speaking, Feng Jing's voice came from inside the carriage, and his words were interrupted.

"Give her some silver taels."

When the woman heard this, her eyes were immediately dyed with a little hope, she desperately held her child and knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, and kept saying, "Thank you, Lord Qingtian, thank you." ”

Mu Han glanced at the woman, but still bowed down to Feng Jing in the carriage and said yes, took out some silver taels from his arms, and handed them to the woman.

However, before the woman could take it, she was snatched by another man dressed in tatters.