Because of some recognition of the bed, Liang Jingsheng woke up a little early the next day. Just moved slightly, a light sweat appeared on his body, and the air in the morning still had some coolness from last night, but Liang Jingsheng knew that after a while, when the sun had completely risen, the sky would be hot. Just thinking about it, Liang Jingsheng felt sticky, and then saw the men's clothes placed next to the bed and the white cloth strip on it,

Suddenly, I felt that the whole person was about to be suffocated. Going out is not as good as in Murong Mansion, don't think about the ice cubes, you can only rely on the well water to scatter the little heat on your hands and face. If possible, Liang Jingsheng really wants to stay in the ice cellar under a quilt for a summer.

"Second cousin, are they up?" Seeing Mozhu push the door in, Liang Jingsheng asked.

Hearing Liang Jingsheng ask about this, the corners of Mo Zhu's mouth showed a smile that couldn't be hidden, "I woke up a long time ago, and when I heard that it was morning, I yelled to take a shower." ”

"Cool water?" Liang Jingsheng imagined the heart-piercing feeling, if the few dart masters who followed them did that, Liang Jingsheng would not be worried, but the second cousin who was not particularly strong was ...... Liang Jingsheng was really worried that he would get a wind chill and sweat in this hot weather where he would sweat after a few steps.

One night passed, and when she saw her second cousin again, Liang Jingsheng only felt that he was almost as haggard as she was a few days ago. He yawned as he sat bent over, slightly embarrassed as he put the breakfast from the inn into his mouth, frowning as he ate.

When he saw Liang Jingsheng, a glimmer of light flashed in Murong Haoran's eyes, Liang Jingsheng understood, but pretended not to see it, only smiled at him, and lowered his head and began to eat, it was really not delicious. Whether it is spring, autumn or winter, Liang Jingsheng likes the kitchen very much, but now it is summer, and she is very afraid of heat.

After getting into the carriage, Liang Jingsheng and Mo Zhu sat on one side, and Murong Haoran lay on the other side, yes, it was indeed lying on his stomach. For whether he was lying down or sitting, there were places where he felt pain, especially after the carriage had moved. After stopping the carriage a few times, he finally found a slightly more comfortable position.

Liang Jingsheng and Mo Zhu stayed quietly on the side, watching him throw his body to the ground for a while, and support his upper body with his elbows for a while, in short, he didn't stop at all.

"Second cousin, aren't you tired?" Even if she wasn't tired, he was moving around in front of her, and she felt very hot just looking at it.

"Cousin, don't you know, this is lying on my stomach, I feel stuffy in my chest, and it's still hot, but I support it with my hands, and my hands are so sore after a long time."

Liang Jingsheng: "......" is cool, and I still feel hot. But if you just use the cool and abandon the low mat, you will feel that the carriage vibrates even more.

Suddenly, Liang Jingsheng remembered something, she turned around and opened the small cabinet behind her, and took out a porcelain pillow from it, "Second cousin, use this." ”

Resting his arm on the porcelain pillow and heading, Murong Haoran finally stopped.

Seeing that Murong Haoran seemed to be asleep, Liang Jingsheng breathed a sigh of relief, the hotter the weather, the more she didn't want to move, she didn't want to move, and she couldn't see others moving, otherwise she would feel uncomfortable all over. But the good times didn't last long, and the breath that had just been relieved seemed to be still around him, Murong Haoran moved again, raised his head and looked at her, "Cousin, hurry, let them stop, I'll ......"

"Huh?"

"I want to ......" When Liang Jingsheng thought that the desire on his face stopped because the word "out of Gong" couldn't be spoken, he 'vomited', and at this moment, Liang Jingsheng still didn't understand something, she immediately opened the front curtain of the carriage, "Stop quickly, the second cousin is motion sickness, and he is about to vomit." ”

Murong Haoran vomited so white that his little face turned white, and after rinsing his mouth, he said a little unhappily: "How can you say that I am motion sickness and want to vomit?" ”

"What else do you say? Could it be that if you are happy, others can believe it? ”

Murong Haoran suddenly silenced.

Liang Jingsheng felt that when facing Murong Haoran, she didn't look like an extra cousin, but more like an extra cousin, at this moment his puffing appearance was close in front of her, she felt funny, but she couldn't help but want to coax him, this thought of the word 'coaxing', and then remembered a thing in the eldest aunt's thousand instructions, Liang Jingsheng turned around and rummaged through the cabinet, ate one by himself, sour and inverted his teeth, handed one to Mozhu, and then handed the whole box to Murong Haoran, "If it's uncomfortable, contain one." ”

Seeing that Murong Haoran was complaining that it was too sour, but at the same time stuffing sour plums into his mouth every once in a while, Liang Jingsheng felt that his teeth were soft. Although the sour plum is very sour, it is very effective, Murong Haoran gradually became energetic, and he can talk to Liang Jingsheng from time to time, although even if he doesn't speak, Liang Jingsheng will not feel lonely, only feel hot. The carriage was too stuffy, so Liang Jingsheng lifted the curtain of the carriage on her side, hoping that some of the cool breeze from the carriage would blow in, but in addition to the yellow sand, only the heat remained.

I don't know how long later, when Liang Jingsheng felt that there seemed to be no place in his body that was not sticky, the dart master outside asked whether he would stay in the small village in front of him or hurry up and go to a farther town for the night.

If it is according to Liang Jingsheng's meaning, it is naturally better to go to the town, and the inn has more things, but Murong Haoran, who went out for the first time, wants to experience the pastoral life. Liang Jingsheng thought, but it was just one night, so he went with him. The main thing is that arguing consumes energy, but also sweats.

Listening to the people in the village, there was a shallow stream at the edge of the village, Murong Haoran was so happy that he took advantage of the night to take a bath inside, and several dart masters also followed. It's just that for Liang Jingsheng and Mo Zhu, who are women, they can only secretly fill a small basin of water to wipe their bodies. Feeling that he was covered in stinky sweat, but he couldn't take a bath, Liang Jingsheng and Mozhu didn't sleep well. Since then, Liang Jingsheng decided that even if he was in a hurry at night, he must live in the inn.

As the master said, the town was not far from the village, but it was just over an hour away. Liang Jingsheng first took a good bath, then bought some ice cubes in the inn and slept beautifully. When I went downstairs for lunch at noon, I had just sat down when I saw a group of people coming in outside. Liang Jingsheng's gaze swept casually, but when she passed by one of the women in red, she didn't move for a long time. Her eyes widened unconsciously, just to see her better.

In the Liang Mansion in Fengcheng, Liang Jingya was even more frizzy than a few months ago, she walked around the room restlessly, and then she finally sat down because she was tired or because of the heat.

"Mother, did you think she would come back?" Liang Jingya bit her lip, her face full of unease.

Mrs. Liang didn't speak, just frowned, because she didn't know the answer.

"Little brother, what do you say?"

"I've already written the letter, and I don't want to care about anything else."

"How can you care, I'm your sister."

Liang Jingcheng raised his head and looked directly at Liang Jingya, his voice was a little cold, "If it weren't for this, you think I would write that letter?" If she doesn't come back, we can't do anything about it. The last sentence is a tacit fact that everyone knows.

"How's that going to work? How could she not come back? Liang Jingya's voice was a little sharp.

"You are the one who caused the disaster, if she refuses to come back, you will naturally carry it yourself."

"No...... I don't...... Not him, not him. ”