The two left the cold and clear, went directly out of the palace, and got into the carriage.

Only then did Murong Qi finally get rid of the coldness on his body, hugged Leng Qinghuan tightly in his arms, and didn't say a word.

Leng Qinghuan had already felt the heavy melancholy and resentment in him, quietly listened to his heartbeat, and slowly opened his lips: "What's wrong with you?" I'm with you. ”

Murong Qi hugged Leng Qinghuan's arm tighter, and opened his mouth sullenly, and the hot breath breathed on the top of her head: "Is there anyone who has forced you to do something you don't like?" ”

Leng Qinghuan wiped the tip of his nose on his heart: "Yes, for example, marry you." ”

Murong Qi smiled bitterly and rubbed her head in punishment.

Leng Qinghuan raised his face, looked at his resolute chin, and the bitterness on his lips: "Concubine Hui's punishment of Qinglang made you feel distressed?" ”

Murong Qi pursed his lips: "Qinghuan, is there any hope for Jinyu's eyes to regain his sight?" ”

Leng Qinghuan was silent, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't want to meddle in this matter." ”

Murong Qi said bitterly: "The mother concubine said, give me a month, if Jinyu's eyes still can't regain her sight, I will pay for her eyes." ”

It's none of my business, don't blame me for being ruthless. Leng Qinghuan was silent and did not speak.

Murong Qi continued: "There is a second option, which is to marry Jin Yu as a side concubine. ”

Is this blackmailing?

used the eyes of his son's sweetheart to force him to accept the daughter-in-law he liked.

Is this a mother's doing? Is the woman named Jinyu important, or is the joy of his son important?

Leng Qinghuan immediately understood why Murong Qi was in such a bad mood. It's not how tricky it is, it's the disappointment of my mother! Incomprehensible!

"Which one did you choose?"

"Let me marry Jinyu, I can't do it!"

"But, you can't do it while you watch Leng Qinglang get her eyes gouged out, can you?"

Murong Qi didn't speak.

Leng Qinghuan gently broke free from his arms: "So, you want me to heal Jinyu's eyes?" ”

A simple "yes" is not enough. Murong Qi inserted his ten fingers into his hair, frowned tightly, and finally hardened his heart.

"Qing Huan, please help Jin Yu heal her eyes, right? This is a life-saving grace I owe to Jinyu's father. Keeping Leng Qinglang's eyes is regarded as repaying my debt to her, and it will be okay between us. ”

"What do you owe Leng Qinglang?" Leng Qinghuan asked calmly: "Just because you married her, you have to be responsible for her for the rest of your life, right?" ”

Murong Qi opened his mouth, remembering Leng Qinglang's words begging him, and only said euphemistically: "I...... I hurt her, that's why I married her. I'm really sorry for her, I can't stand by and watch. ”

He didn't want to say it, and Leng Qinghuan didn't want to continue to ask: "And then?" ”

"And then ......"

Murong Qi's tone was stunned, I don't know what to do with Leng Qinglang then? If she insists on refusing to marry another person, will she really let her be a green Buddha?

Leng Qinghuan smiled slightly, raised his arm, hooked his neck, and blew Rulan in his ear: "Then, you Murong Qi don't owe anyone, you only owe me a favor, and you will pay it back for the rest of your life?" ”

Murong Qi's heart fluttered, and as soon as he grabbed it with his big hand, he hugged Leng Qinghuan into his arms again and blocked her lips fiercely.

I still underestimated Leng Qinghuan's kindness and generosity, and his understanding.

She's a candy kid who can make her laugh.

From the first time I met, I indiscriminately ridiculed her and humiliated her divorce, to her rudeness and brutality after the wedding, and wronged her several times, and reduced her to the dust.

No matter who it is, I'm afraid I will hate it to the bone.

And the slightest kindness she inadvertently gave her, she was able to wet her eyes, forget her past unhappiness, and say, "Murong Qi, let's make peace, okay?" ”

A woman who knows how to be grateful, tolerant, and kind, she almost lost her eyes and missed her.

The carriage arrived at the Qiwang Mansion and slowly stopped.

Leng Qinghuan has a pretty face, red like a brocade dyed by the sunset, and her red lips are shiny and slightly swollen.

She sat up from Murong Qi's arms and glared at him coquettishly: "Look at the way I look now, when I return to the house, I will be ridiculed and shamed again." ”

With this shy and disgusted look, his eyebrows flowed, and he was full of color, and Murong Qi was stupid when he saw it.

As soon as he lifted the curtain of the car, he took the horsewhip from the coachman's hand, and ordered in a deep voice: "I suddenly remembered that there was still important business in the army, so I will not return to the palace for the time being." You go back and tell the steward. ”

As soon as the horsewhip was raised, the carriage drove directly through the streets and alleys, and the sound of hooves was crisp and cheerful.

Leng Qinghuan covered half of his face with a car curtain, revealing a pair of eyes that were still misty: "Where are you going?" ”

"Distracted." Murong Qi didn't look back, threw the horsewhip very quickly, and went directly out of the city gate and into the mountain.

After entering the mountain, I feel that the heat has dropped a lot, and there is a little bit of cool air in early autumn, mixed with the cool water vapor of the mountain spring water, which makes people feel instantly refreshed. Coming out of the palace, the irritability brought by it was instantly eliminated.

What a great place to escape the heat.

Seeing that there were no pedestrians anymore, Leng Qinghuan climbed out of the carriage and sat side by side with Murong Qi in front of the car. It was already twilight, and the sunset had dyed the lush mountains red, and even the cheerfully beating mountain streams were sprinkled with the afterglow of the setting sun.

The two faced the direction of the setting sun, bathed in the holy golden sunlight, their heads rested on their shoulders, leaning on each other, Murong Qi freed up a hand to wrap his arms around her waist, slowing down the speed of the march, lest it be too bumpy, she couldn't stand it anymore.

The mountain road is wide enough to fit a horse-drawn carriage through.

Murong Qi explained that there is a summer house in the mountains, and he occasionally comes here every summer to escape the heat. There is only one couple in the Zhuangzi who is responsible for daily care and cleaning, which is very clean.

Leng Qinglang's affairs made him a little anxious, and it seemed that he wanted to ignore it, and willfully purify it for two days and scatter his mind.

When Murong Qi said this, a pair of big hands roamed around her waist irregularly, making Leng Qinghuan feel that it was clearly a drunkard's intention not to drink.

The carriage stopped in front of a house with white walls and gray tiles, and immediately a couple heard the movement and came out, after seeing the ceremony, the man took the reins of the horse in Murong Qi's hand, and the woman took the two of them inside, and then hurriedly went to prepare tea, turn on the fire, cook rice, and instructed his man to quickly go to the pond to catch fish, kill chickens in the backyard, go to the vegetable garden to pull vegetables, and instruct the man to turn around.

The man is honest and honest, he doesn't say anything, and the woman nods in response to whatever she says, carrying a memorization on her back, like a spinning top, and turns around a few times before she goes out in a panic.

A drop of ink dripped down the mountains, quietly blending, and when the curling smoke rose in the hazy night, the courtyard was filled with the smell of warm home.

The couple is a typical Bashu people, and they do a good job of Sichuan cuisine, spicy fish, pickled pepper chicken, and fried green vegetables, which make people full of appetite.

Coupled with the cool breeze in the yard, the chirping of summer insects in the grass outside, the croaking of frogs in the pond, and the occasional sound of water bubbles, it will make people feel refreshed.

The two didn't say anything, bathed in the cool moonlight like water, and everything fell into place in the depths.

Leng Qinghuan was peeled into a water chestnut that shone with white porcelain, biting her lower lip tightly, still uncontrollably nervous.

This was the first time in her true sense, and the waves that swept and surged in her body were a little unfamiliar, because she was shy, trembling like leaves in the wind, looking forward to it and being at a loss.