Leng Qinghuan kept clenching his teeth and holding back the sourness in his throat. As a result, she found that she was getting more and more uncomfortable, and even a little dizzy, and she couldn't speak.

After a few steps, I finally couldn't help it: "Stop!" ”

The coachman pulled the reins of his horse and stopped.

Leng Qinghuan jumped out of the car in two steps and rushed to the side of the road, but he couldn't hold back anymore and retched for a while.

I didn't eat anything at noon, and by this time, my stomach was empty, and what I vomited was sour water.

The driver was a little embarrassed: "This road is a little shaken with potholes, and it's good to enter the city." ”

Leng Qinghuan couldn't catch up in one breath, and he couldn't answer.

Murong Qi, who was walking in front, also stopped his horse, glanced at her pale face, clenched the reins of the horse, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were protruding, and his face sank, almost dripping water. Although he had never been a father, he immediately understood why Leng Qinghuan was retching.

He took up the reins of his horse, whipped his horse, and went into the city himself.

The coachman stood by and could only wait patiently.

Leng Qinghuan felt so uncomfortable that she was about to hang up, sitting on the side of the road, even if she walked back on two legs, she didn't want to go back to the carriage.

She waved her hand weakly: "You go, I'll rest in a while, and walk back by myself." ”

The coachman didn't move.

After resting for a long time, she breathed a sigh of relief, she turned her back, felt out a glucose solution, and took out an antiemetic pill, planning to replenish a little physical energy, and then leave after resting.

In the distance, there was the sound of horses' hooves, pounding on the road in a hurry, and they galloped from the direction of the city gate.

Leng Qinghuan squinted his eyes, and saw that it was Murong Qi who had gone and returned, and he was still carrying a wine jar in his hand.

She looked at him in amazement.

Murong Qi turned over from his horse and got off the ground, walked straight towards her, pulled out the wine jar cork in his hand, and then handed it to her without saying a word.

Leng Qinghuan took it in his hand stupidly, and when he shook it, there was a loud sound inside, like the sound of ice cubes crashing, which was very pleasant. There is a layer of cool small water droplets on the outer wall of the jar, which is connected to the palm of the hand, and it is instantly cool and reaches the limbs and hundreds of remains.

"What is this?"

Murong Qi had a cold face and did not answer.

I was bored with one, put it under my nose and smelled it, sweet and sour, not wine, it turned out to be sour plum soup! And it's on the rocks.

This kind of iced drink, which is all over the streets in modern times, was a bit rare in ancient times. Where did he get it? Just now I thought that he was angry for a while, left himself and left, did he deliberately run to fetch water for himself?

Such a cold and ruthless man turned out to be a fried chicken warm man.

Leng Qinghuan's hand holding the altar tightened, with a slight tremble, and there was even wetness in his eyes. She didn't want Murong Qi to see that she was unproductive, so she hurriedly bit her lower lip and lowered her head.

The mist in his eyes immediately overwhelmed the weight and wet his eyelashes. This heavy jar of sour plum soup, and his brother's thin house deed, are the most inadvertent touches of me, instantly warming my sad life.

"If you don't like it, you lose it." Murong Qi saw her holding the jar, but she had no intention of drinking it, so she said coldly.

Leng Qinghuan didn't answer, picked it up and took a big sip. Cool, sweet and sour, with the unique aroma of plums, slid down the throat into the stomach, and suddenly a spirit, the strength that was withdrawn seemed to come back in an instant, and the spirit was shocked.

She craned her neck and took a second sip, a third.

Murong Qi looked at her side face, and saw with sharp eyes that the corners of her eyes were shining, as if there was a drop of water vapor condensed there. Curly lashes are also wet.

Suddenly remembered that her lowered eyes were just right, and then she found that this woman covered in thorns was so soft and sensual, and a cup of sour plum soup could also move her to tears.

Only children who lack love will be so easily satisfied.

Leng Qinghuan drank too much and choked, or rather, she was coughing on purpose, coughing up tears to the point where tears came out, so as to cover up her gaffe, so as not to be laughed at by Murong Qi.

Murong Qi softened his eyes, but he still coldly came out with two words: "You deserve it." ”

Yes, I really deserved it, I knew that I was going to suffer, but I still insisted on keeping this child.

Leng Qinghuan ate a piece of ice and chewed it with a "clattering" sound: "Thank you." ”

Murong Qi turned his face uncomfortably: "Do you want to go?" ”

Leng Qinghuan glanced at the bumpy road, and then at the jar in his hand, not knowing if he could support himself to return to the palace.

She stood up and walked to the carriage, still a little shaky: "Go." ”

As soon as the words fell, I felt that my body was light, my slender waist was hugged, my feet were off the ground, and the whole person flew up. Her hands trembled, and the jar almost flew away, screaming out of her throat.

Murong Qi hugged her and landed on the horse's back steadily.

Murong Qi's arm was still wrapped around her waist, and the hot snort sprayed on the top of her head, and as soon as she opened her mouth, the heat burned her ears: "Sit tight." ”

Her entire back froze, she sat up straight, sweating from her nerves.

What are you kidding, it's like sitting in his arms, it's a little too intimate. If you enter the city like this and swagger through the market, is it too nonsense?

As soon as she opened her mouth, Ling Ling trembled slightly, revealing her nervousness: "I can take the carriage." ”

Murong Qi's arms tightened, he didn't speak, he just clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and immediately walked towards the way he came from.

Unlike the last time I was ordered to beat a horse to the barracks, this time because of nervousness, my senses are particularly sensitive.

Leng Qinghuan leaned forward as much as he could, holding the remaining half jar of sour plum soup in his arms, and holding the horsehair tightly with one hand, lest he fall again. The warm chest behind the partial life would lean over from time to time, and through the thin spring shirt, it seemed that his body temperature and strong muscles could be felt.

When the wind blows, his hair rises back, and he always feels that it will be entangled with his black hair, and it will also rub against his face, and there will be a trace of ambiguity that will quietly wander between the two.

She moved uncomfortably.

Murong Qi was a little impatient, and said viciously: "If you can't ride a horse, don't move around casually, and if you fall, this king can't be saved." ”

Leng Qinghuan felt even more uncomfortable, and shouted softly: "My bead flower was blown off by the wind." ”

Murong Qi had to pull the reins of the horse, turn over and dismount, and look down to search: "Women are trouble." ”

Leng Qinghuan rode on horseback, smiled proudly, and shook the reins of the horse: "Drive!" ”

Leng Qinghuan, who was riding on horseback, held the wine jar in one hand and held the reins of the horse in the other, his spine was straight, his hair was flying, and he was heroic.

Who says I can't ride a horse?

The voice came from afar, with a smug look: "It's you men who like to ask for trouble. See you at the palace. ”

Murong Qi raised his face, a little stunned, but he hugged his shoulders, leisurely. When the horse had gone a little farther, there was a loud whistle, and the horse immediately turned its head and ran back towards him. No matter how Leng Qinghuan shouted, he didn't listen to anything.

Leng Qinghuan rode on horseback, and before he was proud, he was stolen and captured, and he was angry for a while.

Murong Qi smiled coldly: "You made me understand what it means to take revenge." Women can't get used to it. ”

Leng Qinghuan climbed down from the horse, obediently rolled back into the carriage, and lay down in the carriage, looking like life was worse than death.

As the saying goes, the road is one foot high, and the devil is one foot high, it seems that he is really not his opponent, give up the struggle.