"Open the gates! Don't let that horse stop, or we'll be done with this life!" ”

An exclamation exploded in the ears of the city guards, so that they who had been drowsy a second ago immediately woke up.

Everyone hurriedly pulled up the city gate, and cold sweat was dripping behind them.

"Drive!"

The gate rose, and a red horse galloped like lightning, passing through the gate in an instant.

Walking on the night, running to the long street.

The people in front of the door didn't even have time to see the two figures on the horse.

They wanted to ask, but they saw that the commander of the city was trembling, wiping the sweat from his forehead repeatedly, and his face was pale.

Just because he got the gossip, the prince is in a bad mood at the moment......

And when it comes to the in-depth understanding of the four words "bad mood", no one can surpass Qiao Le on horseback at this moment.

Because she's cold.

It's freezing cold......

Of course, this kind of cold was by no means blown by the night wind, but by Qiao Xuan behind him.

God knows how depressed Brother Scumbag was along the way, so much so that she didn't even have the courage to turn around or even open her mouth to comfort her.

Because she herself didn't know how to comfort herself.

It's not your fault that I got lost, that I ran into the woods on my own?

Or is it because I think Mu Kite wants to kill me, she is the protagonist, and the people around me must not be able to protect me?

Or maybe she met her brother-in-law in the woods and killed the god?

Oh, no matter which of the above sentences, she didn't dare to say it.

Because after she was almost killed by the gods, she seriously reflected on a problem. That is, if she, as a character in the book who can't see the eyebrows and is not an outsider, will she regard her strange behavior as a neuropath?

The answer is yes.

So the first two answers, she can't explain.

And the last answer, she didn't dare to explain.

What can she do, she is also desperate......

In such helplessness, self-blame and entanglement, Qiao Le saw the familiar side door of the palace.

It's just that the side door is brightly lit and overcrowded at the moment. And the handsome man standing in the center of the crowd was none other than Prince Qiao Yin.

She and the father of the scumbag.

The reins in Qiao Xuan's hand tightened, and the red horse kicked its front hooves arrogantly, and finally stopped in front of the door gracefully.

Turning over and dismounting, Qiao Xuan wanted to hug Qiao Le down, but was glared at by his father who rushed over, so he had to lower his eyes and retreat to the side.

This time, it was indeed he who was wrong.

"Le'er, are you alright?"

Qiao Yin stretched out his hand and hugged his daughter off the horse. Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the girl's gray face, not to mention how much it hurts in my heart.

Although they have been unlucky since childhood, they rarely have such embarrassing times.

Lost in the woods on the outskirts of the city at night, he was terrified to think about it.

So he couldn't hold back, and he glared at his unlucky son again.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people, I wouldn't have to put my feet on it.

"Dad, Le'er is fine."

Qiao Le pulled Qiao Yin's sleeve, his eyes were bright, and he said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Qiao Yin nodded, then ignored his son, and walked to the house with his daughter. Qiao Xuan, along with a group of entourage, followed briskly.

Qiao Le, who was picked up, blinked his eyes and was looking left and right curiously.

Although it was late at night, the huge palace was brightly lit, and there was no darkness.

What surprised Qiao Le even more was that there were still a group of slaves standing respectfully on both sides of the road, holding lamps and following.

This is the palace of Prince Qiao, such as today's Zhao Baiguan, which is synonymous with being favored by all the honors.

Sometimes, however, extreme prosperity is a precursor to decline.

Prosperity and decline, or pole Tailai.