Zheng Qingyue pursed her lips, glared at Nangong Ruochen, lowered her head and continued to eat.

After eating, Zheng Qingyue and Nangong Ruochen rushed to Qingcun, saying that they were in a hurry, but the actual situation was that Zheng Qingyue was in a hurry.

But Nangong Ruochen was unhurried, pulling Zheng Qingyue to go slowly like a leisurely walk.

Zheng Qingyue looked at Nangong Ruochen with such a leisurely appearance, so he asked him the reason, but he just replied calmly, "Don't worry, you'll know in a while." ”

Zheng Qingyue was not in a hurry to go when he saw him like this, he was still the prince of the Holy Cloud Kingdom, he was not in a hurry about what she was anxious about.

simply followed him with peace of mind, he should be prepared to be so calm.

Sure enough, when they were about to arrive at Qingchi Village, Nangong Ruochen pulled Zheng Qingyue to stop.

Then he found a place that could be hidden and rested, Zheng Qingyue looked at Nangong Ruochen.

Nangong Ruochen smiled at her; "Let's wait until it's dark before we go into the village"

When it was almost time for dinner, Nangong Ruochen left for a while, and when he came back, he was carrying a fat hare in his hand.

Nangong Ruochen's skillful peeling and smoking can smell the fragrant smell after a while, which makes people have a great appetite.

Nangong Ruochen looked at Zheng Qingyue, who had swallowed saliva several times, with a doting smile, and tore off a rabbit leg from the roasted rabbit and handed it to her.

"Eat, little glutton." When she was done, she rubbed Zheng Qingyue's little head and moved her little nose again

Zheng Qingyue didn't care about Nangong Ruochen's actions to her, she took the rabbit leg and ate it contentedly, she was really hungry after a day's journey.

Although she was hungry, Zheng Qingyue ate a small amount, so she was full after eating a rabbit leg.

After dinner, it was already dark, but Zheng Qingyue saw that Nangong Ruochen still didn't have the slightest intention of leaving, and looked at Nangong Ruochen who was sitting next to her.

Nangong Ruochen was amused by her expression of wanting to ask and holding back her tangle without asking, and scratched the bridge of Zheng Qingyue's tall nose and said; "Don't worry, we'll wait until late at night to go in.

The headless crime occurred in the middle of the night, once every three days, and today happened to be the third day after the second case.

If we go in the middle of the night, we might meet the murderer. ”

Nangong Ruochen rubbed Zheng Qingyue's little head, and her whole heart was cute, "Good, sleep for a while, and I'll call you when I go in, um." ”

Zheng Qingyue was shocked by Nangong Ruochen's gentle and watery side, and the side she usually saw was a scoundrel and domineering, why was it so abnormal today.

No, it should be said that since he found her, he has been relatively different, although he is still so domineering and scoundrel.

Zheng Qingyue didn't know if she was confused by the gentle Nangong Ruochen or if she was really a little sleepy, so she obediently closed her eyes and fell asleep without resisting.

Nangong Ruochen smiled when she saw her so obediently, and reached out to hold Zheng Qingyue in her arms so that her head rested comfortably on his shoulder.

He leaned against the tree and hugged her and closed his eyes.

Nangong Ruochen is indeed different, after the past few days of Zheng Qingyue's disappearance, he really saw his heart clearly.

He was going crazy these days when he couldn't find her, he wanted to see her, he wanted to fight with her, and he wanted to mess with her.

She wasn't around, and he felt his world go back to that dark and lonely state, and everything was cold.

He thought he was really in love with her, the woman he remembered at first sight and engraved in his heart unconsciously.

When his queen mother was still there, every day when he returned from school, his queen mother would make him some beautiful and delicious snacks.

In the summer, she always held him in her arms, looked at the stars from a chair in the yard, and told him stories he had never heard.

His father sat on the side, criticizing the folds, and from time to time he looked at them, mother and son, and smiled.

He knew that his mother loved his father very much, and his father loved his mother very much, and that he was the happiest at that time, the only warmest day of his childhood.