The carriage galloped, kicking up smoke and dust all the way. Startled the birds from the forest on the side of the road, causing the people in the crops to look up one after another, and saw that it was a team of luxurious and golden carriages, and knew that it was either a prince or a nobleman.

No matter who it was, as long as it didn't interfere with their lives, they didn't care much, and if they knew it, they saw the soldiers on the front horse waving a big banner with a feast written on it, and said: "This is the king of Hades who is going back to his fiefdom." ”

Yan Zhenrui, the king of Hades in their mouths, was sitting in the carriage at the moment, flipping through the map in his hand, and his eyes were glued to it, but he was motionless.

People who don't know still think that he is so focused that he is crazy to watch, only Yan Zhenrui himself is still wandering in the world, and his mind is full of Zhou Zhiqing's pretend, but it is an impeccable smile.

She's not really different. Yan Zhenrui has lived for more than 20 years, and he has been in the palace since he was a child, what kind of beauty has he not seen? Enchanting, amorous, charming, pure, and glamorous...... And so on, he's tired of seeing it, and he doesn't have too much contact with women, nor does he have too many feelings.

Most of the women who followed him looked the same, whether they were beautiful or ordinary, they didn't even dare to raise their heads when they saw him, they were pale for many years, and they looked bitter, but they trembled when they saw him, as if they were not serving the prince, but a devil who would eat people at any time.

Even in bed, most of them are trembling, with a miserable white face, crying and crying, which makes people lose their appetite.

He had never seen anyone who dared to laugh next to him, let alone question him or lose his temper with him.

Therefore, Zhou Zhiqing's smile is extremely touching, and it is especially commendable.

Yan Zhenrui thought about it carefully, it seemed that only on the night when he was tortured and broke the melon, Zhou Zhiqing shed tears, and after that, he had no impression at all.

She was also very beautiful when she cried, fragile like a reed, and her slender and delicate neck seemed to break off if she was slightly broken, but he knew that she would not give in so easily.

Of course, he likes meek and obedient women, but women like puppets are completely at his mercy, and even women who have no other affection, he is also bored.

And Zhou Zhiqing is even more beautiful when she smiles. She is like a bright sun, her smile is always so sunny and bright, and with her graceful voice, it is even more intoxicating.

But he just understood the sadness behind her parting smile with her relatives.

This sorrow was brought to her by him.

Yan Zhenrui was inexplicably irritable, so much so that although he was very greedy for Zhou Zhiqing's soft and flexible body, he didn't dare to face her. He was afraid that he would reach out and wipe away the tears behind her smile. He was even more afraid that he would relented again and sent her back to the capital.

And this qiē doesn't matter, what he is more afraid of is that he will be moved and soft-hearted because of Zhou Zhiqing, which is the most unfamiliar feeling to him, making him irritable, irritable, and manic.

So he could only flee in a hurry, the heart in his chest was still pounding, the slippery fingertips were still there, and even the faint fragrance of Zhou Zhiqing's body was still on his body.

He didn't dare to look at Zhou Zhiqing again.

I don't see it, but I miss it. This kind of thought made Yan Zhenrui extremely troubled, but this miss was like a web as thin as spider silk, covering him, and he couldn't get rid of it.

He was suffocated by the bindings, and he wanted to draw his sword and pick open the net and breathe freely.

But there was a void in front of him, so that he especially wanted to see Zhou Zhiqing, even if her smile was so heartbreaking, but she was in front of him, in his arms, he felt full and satisfied.

Yan Zhenrui snapped and slammed the map. He is the prince, and he wants a woman to ride in the same car to facilitate her service, is it difficult to be so entangled?

He raised his voice and said, "Call Zhou Zhiqing to come over." ”

Zhou Zhi slept ignorantly, although she woke up, but her mind was like a ball of paste, she followed Xianzhi Xianling out of the car, got into Yan Zhenrui's carriage, rubbed her eyes, and then rubbed her eyes, still feeling uncomfortable.

I didn't wake up, and I had to force myself to wake up, but I couldn't wake up, my brain was confused like a mess, but the soft and cotton-like body was supported by a hard iron plate, but it was too hard, and the whole body was extremely uncomfortable.

She could hear her own voice: "Lord, what do you command?" ”

She had just woken up, her cheeks were flushed, and even her right cheek had a tattoo of her clothes. Although a pair of eyes are wide open, they are not as agile as usual, and they can vaguely see that there is a blank in the depths of their eyes.

Although she looked at Yan Zhenrui intently, her dark eyes were motionless, as if after a while, she would close her eyes and dream of Zhou Gong again.

As soon as she came, she looked so simple and cute, like a little animal that hadn't woken up, Yan Zhenrui felt that the wide carriage suddenly became warm.

He shook his head, put on a straight face, and said, "You are asleep." "She's really heartless, the carriage is so bumpy, she can actually sleep?

Zhou Zhiqing's brain was still wooden, but he just hummed unconsciously, but he unconsciously sat down next to Yan Zhenrui, weak and boneless, and wanted to hit him.

But he seems to abide by the rules, and he will be hit by him, and force himself to retract.

Yan Zhenrui couldn't help but stretch out his hand to push her, Zhou Zhiqing's body was stiff, but he also knew how to sit upright, he pushed it, she shook it but immediately sat up straight, still staring at him blankly, as if he didn't know what he was going to do.

Yan Zhenrui sighed, took her into his arms, patted her on the back and said, "That's it, you can go back to sleep." ”

Although Zhou Zhiqing obediently curled up in his arms and yawned unscrupulously, he still said woodenly: "Oh, I'm awake, I'm not sleepy." ”

Sure enough, I just opened my eyes wide, but I still couldn't react.

She is like a small animal, sometimes with her paws outstretched, extremely pungent, but sometimes soft and incredible, just like now, she is not afraid of him at all, and dares to be so presumptuous and bold to curl up in his arms, with wide eyes and no idea what she is thinking.

Yan Zhenrui subconsciously stroked Zhou Zhi's smooth long hair, looked at her quiet and moist little face, and wanted to know when she would wake up, and what kind of appearance she would be after she sobered up.

Zhou Zhiqing slowly closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep.

Yan Zhenrui couldn't cry or laugh: "Still sleeping, you're about to become a pig." Zhou Zhiqing muttered something, but didn't hear it clearly, Yan Zhenrui asked, "What did you say?" ”

Zhou Zhiqing arched in his arms and repeated: "I'm not a pig, but I'm so tired, so tired, so tired......" softly said Jiaonong, like a child who relied on him wholeheartedly.

She hugged her tightly, which made Yan Zhenrui have an illusion, she was not hugging herself, but a support, a support, a support, and couldn't help it, a light smile climbed up the corner of his lips, and his face was gentle that he himself didn't expect.