Uncle Zhao drove the carriage forward slowly, grabbed the horsewhip in his hand with one hand, and whispered to Ning Xiang; "Little brother, stay in the car and don't talk, let the old man meet this person first. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Ning Xiang whispered, "Yes", and hurriedly retracted her head.

After a while, the carriage stopped again, and she heard Zhao Bo's voice sounding outside the car, "This son, what's wrong with your horse?" Do you need my help? ”

The young man's voice was obviously asking for help, but his voice was cold and clear, "Thank you, uncle, I need help." My horse has run too far, and it seems that it is going to fail, so I ask the old man to drag it with me to the side of the road, so that it will not block the way of passers-by. ”

Uncle Zhao said briskly, "Old man, get out of the car to help you." ”

The young man said in a clear and polite voice, "Thank you, uncle." ”

The carriage shook slightly, and Ning Xiang knew that Uncle Zhao had gotten out of the carriage.

Suddenly, the voices of the two people outside the car sounded again.

"Childe, it's a pity that your horse collapsed and died, it's a rare good horse!"

"Well, I'm in a hurry, and I can't care about it. Don't hide it from the old man, I am from the capital, and I have something urgent to rush back to the capital, but I don't want to have this incident in the middle of the road..... May I ask the old man, where are you driving the carriage, if you are going to the direction of Fucheng, can it be convenient for me to take a ride, and then I can buy a new horse in Fucheng..."

"Looking at the son's good looks, he must be a noble son of a rich family. The old man's surname is Zhao, and he is known as Zhao Bo. I won't tell you, the old man's car is going in the direction of Fucheng, but the old man's car has a few jars of sauerkraut and fish sauce, and the smell in the car is heavy, I'm afraid it doesn't smell good, I'm afraid that I will wronged you..."

People from the capital, rushing to the capital? When Ning Xiang heard this, she couldn't help but quietly pick up a corner of the curtain, peeked out, and happened to see the young man standing on the side of the road diagonally across the road took out a silver ingot from his bosom and handed it to Zhao Bodao, "Uncle Zhao said with a smile, when you go out, everyone is the same as a rich and noble son, and there is nothing wronged or wronged. Although it was a thank you and a begging word, it could come out of his mouth with a strong command-like tone, and even the words seemed to have a cold chill between the lines.

Uncle Zhao hadn't seen anyone outside, and when he saw it, he knew that this son was not a good match. How dare to take this errand, it is more important to save his life if the money is good, he did not reach out to take the silver, but only smiled and refused, "The old man's car is small and simple, and he is carrying a little brother who rushed to Fucheng." Although the old man is carrying passengers to ask for life, he can't see the money, there are business rules, and the guests also come first and come first, son, so you wait a while, the old man will ask the little brother in the car if he is willing to share a car with you? ”

Ning Xiang withdrew her hand, hurriedly put down the curtain and flashed back to sit down.

Within a few seconds, the door curtain made of straw at the end of the car was lifted by Uncle Zhao with one hand, revealing Uncle Zhao's old face that had been through the vicissitudes of time, "Little brother, you should also hear what I said outside, would you like to share a car with others?" ”

Although Uncle Zhao asked her opinion with a smile, there was no smile on his face, and he shook his head at her while speaking.

What does this mean? As soon as the young man outside made a move, it was a silver ingot, and Zhao Bo was reluctant to carry him, which meant that he wanted to refuse the other party through her mouth.

It seems that there must be something wrong with the other party... Ning Xiang's mouth was a little bitter, and she secretly scolded Zhao Boren in her heart, the carriage was his, and he had to do it himself if he offended people.

Anyway, any decision she makes, she always has to offend one party, Ning Xiang hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Uncle Zhao, you have also seen that your five jars of sauerkraut and fish sauce occupy half of the space in the carriage..."

She didn't finish her refusal words, the light in front of her was bright, the grass door curtain was completely opened by a long arm, and there was one more person beside Uncle Zhao, "Little brother, it's convenient for you to be with others." When I fell off my horse, one of my legs was cut by a sharp stone on the ground, and I didn't know when the next carriage would come. So offended. This is the fare, please accept it from Uncle Zhao..."As he spoke, he strongly stuffed the silver into Uncle Zhao's hand, kicked into the car, and sat on the empty seat opposite Ning Xiang.

Ning Xiang stared at a pair of big watery eyes, her pink lips opened slightly, and Uncle Zhao was holding the ingot of silver in his hand, both of them were stunned by his lightning-fast and extremely natural words and deeds, and when they came back to their senses, the two looked at each other, a little dumbfounded.

In this way, there was a tall and prosperous young man in the carriage in which Ning Xiang was riding.

It's just that when Ning Xiang saw his face under his messy hair up close, she was shocked and suspicious. Not only because he has a handsome and good appearance like Zhao Bofang, but also because he looks like Ning Xiang's big brother who has been obsessed with many years ago.

His long hair was very messy, and like the dark blue robe on his body, it was stained with a little sand and dust, which was a little embarrassed, but he still couldn't hide his extravagant and domineering temperament and extremely cold appearance.

It's just that he is more mature, handsome, and colder than the big brother in Ning Xiang's previous impression, and his whole body has an unapproachable coldness.

Facing his strange and cold eyes, Ning Xiang didn't dare to recognize him rashly.

She exchanged a few words with him unnaturally and unnaturally, and only briefly introduced herself, the other party obviously didn't want to talk to her more, either nodded expressionlessly, or said a cold "um" and disappeared, Ning Xiang wanted to test if he remembered himself, and he had to give up when he saw him like this.

The two of them no longer talked to each other as if they had a tacit understanding, and each sat on the side of the car, one reading a book, the other bandaging the wound on his leg, and doing their own things.

Ning Xiang quietly looked at a book in her hand, and the book in her hand was a miscellaneous book of wild history. It was a manuscript, five or six percent new, which she had spent eighty copper plates to get from the dock market.

At that time, she was only attracted by the colorful cover, she was in the meditation hermitage, except for the books to be studied by the master, which were Buddhist scriptures. I've never seen these wild history books, who knows that after turning over, I think it's quite interesting, but most of them are nonsense, just like saying that this fox fairy was saved by a mortal scholar, in order to repay the favor with a personal promise, to help him become famous, but he took this fox fairy, and found a Taoist priest to accept her to make her soul fly away.... Or maybe the fox fairy fell in love with a mortal, but because he inhaled his yang energy, the mortal died early.... And so on.

It's just a bunch of nonsense, not to mention that the charm of their fox clan is unmatched, how can he, a mortal scholar, resist it, and then how can their fox fairy be a mortal woman in the world, if you are ruthless, I will leave, why not make your soul fly away for a negative man who only has a short lifespan of a hundred years. And then if the fox fairy really fell in love with a mortal man, how could she suck his yang energy. I don't know who scribbled it, but the stories of many children in the world here are quite interesting.

Ning Xiang read with relish, sometimes she was tired of reading, she couldn't help but secretly observe the son sitting opposite, she blocked her whole face with the book, and she quietly observed the every move of the opposite son through the tilt angle of the book.