Bai Qianfan originally thought that the horse, which looked quite plump, would raise its hooves and gallop when it left the city gate, but the fact was that the horse was striding with its head held high, like a leisurely stroll, and the hooves of "yes, yes, ......" knocked on the road, which was very rhythmic. To be honest, she hasn't run as fast as she sucks a girl, and if she continues like this, she has to be caught up.

She waited patiently for a while, but when she saw that the horse had a running frame, she said to the horse, "Uncle, please raise your whip, I am in a hurry!" ”

Ma Jiao is a man in his fifties, with a dark face, a mouth, and white teeth, and he doesn't turn his head back, "Don't rush, it's already soon." ”

Bai Qianfan said, "Where is this fast?" You've got to get the horses running, I'm in a hurry! ”

Ma Shi Shi glanced back at her, looking displeased, "You are a foreigner, I drive all year round, no one is too slow, if you want to be fast, ride your own horse and run, besides, my whip is not used to beat horses." ”

"What is the use of whips when they don't beat horses?"

The horse-handled style raised his hand and waved it in the air, "Smack!" A crisp sound rang in the air, "for listening." ”

Bai Qianfan wanted to cry without tears, the mother and son had big eyes on each other, but there was no way, and later met other carriages on the road, she found that the handlebar style did not lie, compared with other carriages, they should be really fast, but if they continue like this, they will inevitably be caught up.

Along the way, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the trees on the side of the road are lush, Bai Qianfan found that the mountains and forests in the southern plains are also different from those in Dongyue, those flowers and trees seem to have infinite vitality, and the green image of the mountains and fields is like a spring tide to drown people. The sun was rising overhead, and the roofs of the small villages below the col shone with golden light, and she was amazed to find that no matter how dilapidated the houses of the common people were, the golden spire must have them.

She looked at the faint cigarette, her heart moved, and she said to Ma Jiaoshi, "Uncle, just send me to the village." ”

Ma Shoshi glanced back at her, "Aren't you going to town?" ”

"I suddenly remembered that there was a relative who lived here and wanted to go and see him."

The horse didn't ask much, pulled the reins and drove the carriage down the slope, and sent her to the entrance of the village, Bai Qianfan paid for the car, tied Mo Ronglin in his arms, and walked to the village with the burden on his back.

The village was small, and the villagers looked at her with curious eyes, and could not guess which noble guest she was.

Bai Qianfan asked several families about buying horses, but those horses looked short and the price was not low, so she asked how to get to the next village and walked through the village.

She walked on the narrow mountain road, looked back, there were villagers standing under the tree looking at her, she smiled and beckoned, turned around the back of the tree, waited for a while, secretly probed to look again, the villager was gone, she looked around, did not go to the next village, but went up the mountain road on the left into the mountain.

This mountain is about a lot of people, the mountain road is longitudinal, left and right, winding, stretching into the dense grass, Bai Qianfan walked for a while, found a good place to rest, is a low col, back to the hillside, the top of her head is intertwined leaves and grass, she leans on the grass, the field of vision is very wide, can see the official road she just came.

She took out the steamed buns, broke them and fed them to Mo Ronglin, she ate rice balls by herself, Nanyuan's rice was delicious, but it was cold and a little hard, she didn't dare to give it to Mo Ronglin to eat, for fear that he would not digest it, so she deliberately packed a few steamed buns on her body, which was used to feed him, her milk is not much now, and it is okay in case of emergency, if you want him to eat enough, it may not be enough.

Fortunately, Murong Lin is not a picky eater, he always gives him what to eat, he is always happy, and he spits bubbles at her when he gets proud.

She deliberately lectured him with a straight face: "How old is it, still spitting, how dirty, don't do it in the future." ”

Murong Lin understood her words, but vomited more cheerfully, Bai Qianfan was helpless, pulled his sleeve to wipe it off for him, and pinched it on his chubby face, "Disobedient, be careful that I hit you!" ”

Murong Lin grinned, stood up with her arm, and called out glutinously: "Mother." ”

He would have called his mother a long time ago, but he didn't call often, every time Bai Qianfan heard him call, it was like the first time he heard it, there was an indescribable sense of happiness, she pursed her lips and smiled, hugged him over and kissed the little face, "Good Lin'er, obedient, my mother will take you to find your father, your father must be happy to see you grow so big." ”

Murong Lin put his arms around her neck, his body arched one by one, as if he was coquettish, suddenly he turned his head to look down the mountain, Bai Qianfan also saw it, in the dust, a team of people and horses quickly came to the village.

It was the people who were chasing her who came, and if she was still in the carriage at this time, one by one, and now that the people and horses had entered the village, it was estimated that the handlebar type had been interrogated on the way back to the city and confessed her whereabouts, so the officers and soldiers came into the village to arrest her.

There were not many people coming, about a dozen soldiers, and the man in the lead was a tall man, with a golden crown on his head, and sharp horns on the crown, like a miniature version of the roof.

She sat still, waited patiently, and before long the group was moving down the mountain road in the direction of the next village, exactly as she had expected.

If they couldn't find her in the next village, they would have searched there, and she swaggered back, stopping a carriage on the way and leaving the place.

She tied Murong Lin to her body, carried her burden down from the side of the mountain, and soon arrived at the official road, walking briskly, looking around, hoping to find a carriage to sit in quickly.

She carried a man on her back, and she was not slow to walk, thinking that those people were still searching for her between the two villages at the moment, and she couldn't help but be secretly proud, and by the time they slowly searched the mountains, she might have arrived in the town.

But...... She faintly heard the sound of the horse's hooves, flashed behind the tree, slid down the slope by the side of the road, and hid herself in the grass, and sure enough, the sound of the horse's hooves was getting closer and closer to her, and she did not dare to look up, but listened to the sound from far and near, and ran past her.

It should not be the same as the one just now, they didn't catch up so quickly, it seems that the mother queen will chase her back at all costs.

She lay quietly for a while, just about to get up, when she heard the sound of horses' hooves coming back just now, she hurriedly lay down, signaling Mo Ronglin to be quiet, Mo Ronglin grabbed a handful of dust on the ground with his white little hands, looked at her and smiled.

This time, the sound of horses' hooves stopped near them, and she heard the sound of soldiers turning over and dismounting, and her heart slowly lifted, wondering why they stopped here, could it be that they had found her?

But it's not like, if you find her, you come up and catch her, why do you scatter around, as if you are searching?

After waiting for a while, she still only heard the sound of footsteps scattering, she didn't dare to look up, but in the afterglow, she saw Murong Lin raising his little head, as if he was smiling at someone.

A pair of gray boots appeared in her sight, and above that, a lake-blue robe with a wide golden rim embroidered with a mandolin pattern.

Her gaze was fixed on the pattern and no longer up, and the man, apparently dissatisfied, bent down himself, the golden crown on his head glistening in the sun, and a pair of eyes looking at her with a smile on his face.

Bai Qianfan recognized those eyes, at the banquet last night, he stared at her rudely for a long time, and several times their eyes met, he didn't mean to avoid them at all, but smiled shamelessly.