Linglong got Jiang Yirou's consent, and it was a success, although she tried her best to endure it, her eyebrows still couldn't stop curling up. She happily pushed the door out, moving briskly with broken steps, and when she got down to the second floor of the inn, she was already smiling. The skirt of the lake-green light gauze swayed non-stop, like a large lotus leaf circle rippling waves, green and blue like a painting.

When she was excited, Linglong suddenly felt a burning gaze on herself, and couldn't help but gaze at it, the person was leaning on the window on the second floor, dressed in coarse linen, thick eyebrows and thin eyes, his face was dark and bright, and his eyes were blazing looking at her, it was the coachman Huang Xuan. She blushed, then turned her head, lifted her skirt in shame, and ran straight downstairs.

On the third floor of the inn, Jiang Yirou saw Linglong leaving, put down the teacup with a click, and drove people away: "Ji Gongzi, please go out, I'm going to rest." ”

Ji Lian Song slowly walked out from behind the screen, with a light smile on his face: "Madam is really virtuous and virtuous." ”

This time he called Mrs., not Mrs., Jiang Yirou felt an unspeakable sinister smell from this difference, and still smiled slightly: "Where, where." ”

Ji Lian Song must have no intention of that Linglong, she was tantamount to making a push this time, pushing the little Jiao Niang hard towards him, and then hanging up and waiting to see the excitement.

He walked up to her, stared at her for a long time, his fingers under the wide sleeves were gently curled, and he slightly pressed the urge to reach out and pinch her neck, and finally smiled faintly on his face.

Jiang Yirou looked at his fluttering back and walked away, holding the teacup for a while, and when she came back to her senses, she couldn't help but curse "demon".

They rested in the inn for only half a day, and then got into a carriage and set off north.

Linglong treated Ji Lian Song more and more eagerly at this time, when he went downstairs before, he saw that his face was slightly pale, so he frequently reached out to help him, and he wanted to hold the burden for him, and the money bag also wanted to be collected for him, and even took out a pink champa embroidered with orchids to wipe his sweat.

Ji Lian Song was not salty or indifferent, he couldn't say that he was happy, and he couldn't talk about displeasure.

As soon as Jiang Yirou saw him, his amazing ghostly smile appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but correct his words and deeds, and didn't dare to speak casually.

When she walked to the carriage, Ji Liansong suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her arm: "Lady, it's better for your husband to help you up-" The fluttering words were almost in her ear, and the tone was extremely gentle.

Jiang Yirou's liver trembled, and she was about to politely decline, but at first glance, seeing his smiling and cold look, she immediately closed her half-open mouth and nodded her head without hesitation.

Huang Xuan looked over with his delicate gaze on the side, and saw the scene of love between Ji Gongzi and his wife, and at an instant, he collided with Jiang Yirou's gaze, who leaned forward and was about to get into the car. While looking at each other, Jiang Yisoft smiled at him, thinking that it was not easy for people to work hard for them all the way, and they always had to give a smile and thank you.

Huang Xuan's head buzzed, he blushed, and lowered his head embarrassedly.

Linglong saw that the coachman was shy towards Ji Gongzi and Mrs. Ji, and his eyebrows frowned, a little confused.

Before Jiang Yirou's head could be twisted, he suddenly felt a pain in his hand, and he was pinched hard by the person next to him, and immediately turned around and opened his eyes angrily. Over there, Ji Lian Song had already turned his head, only reached out and lifted the curtain of the car, half-pushing and half-supporting to let her sit in, and his movements were unceremoniously.

Jiang Yirou sat down and realized that he was his wife on the surface, and this time he frowned with the coachman, which made people see that it really hurt his face. Thinking of this, I snorted hard in my heart, who is eyebrow-raising with people?!

At this time, Ji Lian Song was already sitting in the carriage, Jiang Yirou squinted at him, and saw that he was indifferent with his eyes down, and he couldn't help but pout.

The carriage traveled for most of the day, and the day was getting darker.

Jiang Yirou, who had been resting for a long time with her eyes closed, was startled by Linglong's low cry: "Childe! ”

Ji Lian Song leaned on the wall of the carriage, his handsome face was as pale as paper, and there was a trace of bright blood at the corner of his mouth, which looked more and more shocking on his fair face.

Jiang Yirou froze, frowning and staring at him: "What's the matter?" ”

Hearing this, Linglong on the side couldn't help but look at her with resentment, Ji Gongzi vomited blood, and Mrs. didn't care about a few words when she saw it, but when she opened her mouth, she said such cold words? No wonder Ji Gongzi's health is so poor, it must be because his wife is too distracted. She pursed her lips, and her gaze resolutely handed out her handkerchief to Ji Liansong.

Ji Lian Song glanced at the fresh and fragrant veil of color, but did not take it, only shook his head slightly at Linglong.

Linglong's eyes darkened, and she withdrew her veil.

"It's probably the residual poison of chrych, and it's out of the way." He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his lips were unusually red, adding to the demonic rule.

Without waiting for Jiang Yirou to speak, Linglong had already widened her eyes and covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Childe is poisoned? ”

The carriage shook violently and came to a sharp stop. Huang Xuan's concerned and anxious voice came from outside: "Childe, madam, what's wrong?" ”

"Brother Huang, my son has been poisoned, I have to go to the doctor quickly!" Linglong's pretty face was as white as if there was no color, and her face was full of panic and panic, and she couldn't take care of it at this time, but she was so anxious that she couldn't do it.

Huang Xuan was taken aback: "There are still two hours to go before the ferry, Gongzi may endure it for a while?" ”

Jiang Yirou lifted the curtain and looked out, under the dusk sky was a dark and yellowed field, not far away there were a few acres of thin and desolate fields, it was really a place where there was no village in front of the village and no store in the back, let alone a medical hall, even ordinary people could hardly find it.

She lowered the curtain and glanced at Ji Liansong's somewhat ugly face: "Brother Huang, let's stop here for a while and let the public ...... Ahem, let the husband drink saliva and rest first. ”

"Yes."

Jiang Yirou lifted the curtain to get off the carriage, and suddenly her arm was hot, and she turned around to see Ji Liansong pulling herself: "Where are you going?" ”

"Go find water and come back, you just wait."

"I don't." His tone was cold.

Jiang Yirou brushed away his hand and glared at him: "Don't be a fat man, I'll come when I go." ”

Ji Liansong watched her go out, turned his head to look at Linglong, smiled weakly, a little helpless, and slowed down his voice: "Linglong girl, can I trouble you to accompany her over?" ”

Linglong was stunned by his smile, and after a while, she hurriedly got out of the carriage and chased Jiang Yirou.

Rich orange-red erupted from the sky, then silently scattered along the clouds and smoke, and disappeared into the distance. Jiang Yirou leaned over to take water, looked up at the sky, and was in a trance.

She hadn't been down the mountain for eight years, and she hadn't seen such a magnificent sunset for a long time.