"And." Song Yuchen looked at Shi Qingran, who had messy hair and soot on his face, with disgust: "Did you fall into the chicken coop?" Where did you pick up this dress, it stinks! ”

When Shi Qingran heard Song Yuchen's voice, he was still a little incredulous. The next moment, when he turned his head, he saw Song Yuchen's breezy and moon-like face.

Seeing that Song Yuchen was still safe, Shi Qingran's first reaction was of course happy. But in the next second, realizing that Song Yuchen disliked him, Shi Qingran was angry again.

"It's not because I'm looking for you!" Shi Qingran looked at Song Yuchen, remembering what he had experienced in the past two days, and pinched his back molars hatefully and said, "If I wasn't worried about you, the ghost would be willing to run so far......"

Before Shi Qingran finished speaking, he suddenly fell into an embrace, and his lips were cold. Looking at Song Yuchen's handsome face in front of him, Shi Qingran's heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and the next moment, he suddenly blushed and blushed.

Shi Qingran fluttered in Song Yuchen's arms, but he couldn't break free, Song Yuchen saw her resisting, and seemed to be more interested and deepened the kiss.

Shi Qingran hated in his heart. Get it! It's still in the carriage.

At this time, Lane turned his head to the other side as if he was fine.

It wasn't until Shi Qingran was a little out of breath that Song Yuchen let her go. He hugged Shi Qingran in his arms: "You should tell me how you fell into the bandits' den." ”

"Let's ......" Shi Qingran looked at Song Yuchen, and his little face turned red at this moment: "We met bandits." ”

"I can't beat it." There was a bit of grievance in her soft and glutinous voice.

Song Yuchen lifted the corner of the sedan curtain, looked at the bandits outside who had given up the pursuit, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: These bandits in Yuling Mountain are also too rampant, and they will be destroyed sooner or later.

Shi Qingran said, leaned closer to Song Yuchen again, the wound on the back of her head touched Song Yuchen's arm, and she gasped in pain: "Hiss......"

"What's going on?" Song Yuchen straightened Shi Qingran and looked at the injury on the back of her head. It was last night when several people were beaten with sticks by bandits during a fight.

"Does it hurt?" Song Yuchen's cold fingertips swept over the wound on the back of his head, and there was a slight coldness and dull pain.

"It hurts." Shi Qingran snorted twice: "But it's okay." ”

"That's good, skin trauma, when you get to the street later, just find a Lang Zhong to show you." Song Yuchen hugged her in his arms again, and the next moment, his face wrinkled into a ball as if he was a little disgusted: "You smell ....... on your body."

Woo...... Shi Qingran raised his arm and sniffed it, it was a little ......

"Oh, yes!" Shi Qingran seemed to think of something: "Aren't you supposed to suppress the displaced people now?" How did it end up here? ”

"Where did you hear that?"

Shi Qingran pouted dissatisfiedly: "What do you still say, you are my husband, you always come and go without a trace, and you never tell me, and you don't look like a husband at all." If I hadn't heard the storyteller on the street, I wouldn't have known you had come to the southwest. ”

"The husband will go and pull out the tongue of the storyteller tomorrow." Song Yuchen smiled evilly, and added: "I didn't have to worry about Ran Ran, and I fell into the thief's den." ”

"Poof!" Shi Qingran slapped Song Yuchen's shoulder again: "Ask you about the homeless people." ”

"The affairs of the displaced people are almost all taken care of." Song Yuchen looked at Shi Qingran, with a little ill-will in his eyes: "But at the moment, I still have some things to deal with with Ran Ran!" ”

Song Yuchen meant something: "Ran still owes this king four times." ”

Shi Qingran pushed Song Yuchen, but he couldn't push it away, and glanced at Lang'er on the side-Lang'er seemed to be blushing to the base of his neck, but he didn't open his mouth now.

The carriage galloped quickly down the road, and after a while, it left Yuling Mountain and came to the nearest town.

Now, part of the grain and grass allocated by the imperial court is left in the army, and part of it is distributed by Song Yuchen as relief food. Because it was Song Yuchen who did the work, the intermediate officials didn't dare to restrain themselves, so it was quite smooth.

At present, although there are still displaced people in various areas, the situation is much better than a few days ago.

Song Yuchen settled Shi Qingran and Lang'er in an inn, and went out to buy some medicinal materials for her to heal her injuries. Lang'er took a set of women's clothes for Shi Qingran and herself, Shi Qingran took a comfortable bath, and Lang'er put some food in the room.

Shi Qingran thought that Song Yuchen hadn't eaten lunch yet, so after Lang'er had washed it again, he waited for him in the room.

Originally, it didn't take long for Song Yuchen to buy medicinal materials, but after a while, Song Yuchen brought the medicinal materials to treat his injuries back to the inn.

"It's finally back." Shi Qingran didn't know that he had wiped the dishes and chopsticks several times before waiting for Song Yuchen to come back. She set up the two dishes and chopsticks, looked at Song Yuchen, and only narrowed a slit with a smile in her eyes: "Let's eat, I'm hungry." ”

Song Yuchen sat down opposite her, and looked at Shi Qingran without speaking or moving chopsticks.

"Lord Wang?" Shi Qingran saw Song Yuchen staring at him intently, and thought that there was something on his face, but after reaching out to wipe it, he realized that he was thinking too much.

"Song Yuchen, what are you staring at me?" Shi Qingran knocked on the bowl in front of Song Yuchen a little annoyed: "Aren't you hungry?" ”

"Hungry." Song Yuchen looked at Shi Qingran and smiled meaningfully: "You don't know, this king has been hungry in this place for many days. ”

This...... Shi Qing then realized something, and his cheeks were hot.

"Ah...... Feed! Shi Qingran just recalled Song Yuchen's words, and was thinking about what to say, but he was unexpectedly hugged and put on the bed. Before Shi Qingran could sit up, Song Yuchen had already deceived her and imprisoned her firmly under him: "So, do you want to feed this king?" ”

"Song Yuchen!" Shi Qingran was shy, but he couldn't break free from Song Yuchen's confinement. It's a blue sky, and it's still outside. Maybe there's a ...... out there The soldiers who had been following him just now.

"Huh?" Song Yuchen suddenly couldn't understand Shi Qingran's anger, and gently took Shi Qingran's earlobe: "You shout the name of this king so loudly, aren't you afraid that people outside will hear it?" ”

"Hmm......" Poor Shi Qingran was a woman, facing Song Yuchen, she couldn't beat it, and she couldn't push it away. Song Yuchen raised his hand, and in three or two clicks, he untied the belt that Shi Qingran had just fastened.

Song Yuchen's slender ten fingers crossed her cheeks, making her feel crispy and numb.