Horses' hooves collided, wheels crushed, and a line of carriages galloped to make a continuous and small sound, although there was no nobleman in the car, it was not difficult for those who were interested to perceive the preciousness of the cart - all of them were red date-colored horses, the road was occasionally bumpy, and the carriage did not rise and fall at all.

"Phew—"

A hiss rang out, and the horsemen slowly stopped in front of the inn.

After a long day's journey, it's noon.

"Young master, madam, do you want to get out of the car for dinner?" Ying'er asked respectfully through the curtain.

There was no word in the carriage, and Ying'er was puzzled and wanted to ask again, when a deep voice flowed into her ears like a clear spring:

"Go get some water for now, she's still sleeping."

Ying'er's cheeks were red, and a thought flashed in her mind, she glanced at the groom below, answered "yes", and ordered the groom to leave.

In the carriage, Meng Jinghuai lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the willow leaves that were as delicate as the first quarter moon, and after a long time, he slowly stretched out his hand, and his slightly cool fingertips touched the side of Shen Zhihe's soft cheeks.

Even when I fall asleep, I frown, what do I think about on weekdays?

Meng Jinghuai had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he stroked Shen Zhihe's eyebrows, as if he wanted to soothe her thoughts, but he didn't want to wake up Jiaoren.

Shen Zhihe's eyes were half-open, and she was even more tired, she looked around for a while, her head was very dizzy, and she only remembered that she had taken medicine on the way, and then fell asleep.

She held her hands and wanted to get up, but as if she had pressed something, she lowered her head in surprise, and her eyes caught under the exquisitely embroidered robe - it was Meng Jinghuai's thighs.

The strange air inside the carriage seemed to condense for a moment.

Meng Jinghuai gritted his teeth secretly, obviously he didn't expect it to be like this.

“…… Rogue! ”

Shen Zhihe sat next to him for a long time, until she reached the corner of the carriage, her face was full of shame, and she brought out the spring of the branches.

Meng Jinghuai only felt that his ears were hot, he clenched his hands into fists against his lips and coughed lightly, obviously uncomfortable, but he was a little tanned in the past few years of fighting, and he couldn't see anything on his face.

The word hooligan came into his ears, he raised his eyebrows and looked up, it was the beauty's Jiaobo glare, and he felt funny: "It's you who pillow me first, how can I be a hooligan?" ”

Shen Zhihe was hand-barbed between Xingyue and Xingyue, her eyebrows were still shy, and she showed two clear Ling Ling's eyes: "You don't want to talk nonsense!" ”

"Think about it yourself, it was you who fell asleep with me after taking the medicine," Meng Jinghuai was not annoyed by the flat buttoned high hat, only drowning in her eyebrows, "I have been pillowed by you for more than an hour." ”

After that, he rubbed the side of his shoulder and made a sore look.

Shen Zhihe rubbed his drowsy head, flashed a few fragments, as if her medicinal intent was attacking, and slowly hung his head on his shoulder......

She raised her eyes without a trace, and pressed her fingertips on the soft catkins fur under the seat: "That...... It's me who is abrupt. ”

"It doesn't matter, you can sleep as long as you want."

Meng Jinghuai's voice was like throwing a pearl of jade, his throat was full of laughter, and the sound of breath was clustered, which opened in Shen Zhihe's ears and turned into a hearty heart.

How long ago was the last time I heard something like this?

Shen Zhihe lifted the curtain of the carriage, and there was broken gold and green in his eyes, as bright as clusters of flowers outside the window.

When she was about fifteen years old, she received Meng Jinghuai's flying pigeon, and slipped out of Ying'er unnoticed, and ate the sugar gourd she longed for in an inconspicuous small shop in the south of the city.

At that time, she didn't know so much, and when she heard the news that the shopkeeper was going back to her hometown, her eyes flashed with silver, and she spoke softly in the soft Wu Nong of Jiangnan, like the sweet and greasy frosting on the pastry, and asked him: "Will I not be able to eat this sugar gourd in the future?" ”

"It's okay, I'll learn this craft from the boss," I only remember that Meng Jing turned his head to look at her gently, he hadn't been on the battlefield at that time, and his eyes were full of the spirit of a young man: "You can eat as much as you want." ”

It was only more than two years before the fields were overturned.

It's just a dream of Nanke.

The noise finally brought back her thoughts, Ying'er called outside, Shen Zhihe lowered the curtains, glanced at Meng Jinghuai, and saw the flow in each other's eyes, she looked sideways and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"The slave and maid have brought water," Ying'er held a pot and asked hesitantly, "The old man and the old lady have already eaten, is it the slave and the maid who will present the car for you, or ......?"

Before the words fell, I saw that the curtain of the car was lifted, Shen Zhihe bent over, and Ying'er hurriedly took the handle and helped her out of the car steadily.

Meng Jinghuai followed closely.

"Is there any repensure from my mother?" Shen Zhihe asked Ying'er in a low voice.

Ying'er raised her eyes and glanced at Meng Jinghuai, and determined: "The old lady only asked once, and the slave and maid didn't look very good." ”

"Don't be afraid," Meng Jinghuai kept the conversation between the two in his ears, turned around, and motioned for them to follow, "Follow me." ”

Shen Zhihe tightened his handkerchief, and as he stepped into the gate of the post station, he went straight inside, which was a simple arrangement.

There are a few small round cases in the hall, and the two of General Meng have already entered the main seat for dinner, and the round table on the side is also full of vegetables, thinking that it is for them.

"Father, mother." Meng Jinghuai stood still in front of the main case and bowed first.

Shen Zhihe bent his knees and looked to the side, only to feel that the gaze from Old Madam Meng was stinging.

"If you are unwell, you should not have come with you earlier." The old lady's voice sounded, and there was only the small sound of the collision of dishes and chopsticks in the hall, which was unusually quiet.

"It was the daughter-in-law who was weak and rested in the carriage for a while, and was supposed to come to serve her mother for dinner." Shen Zhihe knew that he had broken the rules first, so he was respectful.

This old lady Meng thought about changing her rules and etiquette, but she couldn't go against her mind and talk plainly.

"Mother, I pulled her to accompany me." The slightest undisturbed sound fell into his ears, and Meng Jinghuai said without waves.

"You-" Mrs. Meng glanced at him, she had a difficult labor and hemorrhage, and it was three days after she woke up, and Meng Jinghuai was the only one in her life, and she was spoiled tightly, "That's it, let's eat." ”

Meng Jinghuai smiled, motioned for Shen Zhihe to follow, and sat down in the round case.

Shen Zhihe sat obediently on his side.

The dishes of this post station are simple, but the taste is too greasy, Shen Zhihe put aside the chopsticks after eating two bites, used a cup of tea to relieve the greasy, and went to the wing room for a lunch break after the second old meal, and then went out with Ying'er.

The warm breeze is intoxicating, and the oblique light is more welcome.

This is a small city in Yongnan, about half a day away from Luoyang.

Shen Zhihe stood beside the lush grass on the side of the gate of the post station, stroking the begonias with his hands, the fragrance into his nose, and his fatigue disappeared a little.

The leaves began in the corner of the wall and rolled past her toes in a single slip, allowing the wisps of light cut by the new leaves to flow away.

There were small voices from others, probably outsiders who stayed at the post station, telling some cookie-cutter stories.

For example, whose daughter-in-law is beautiful, and when the green plum is reviewed, and whose son's fresh clothes have beaten the horse, the residual fragrance under the hooves.

When Shen Zhihe was young, he came to Yongnan with his biological mother.

It's just that when she was picked up by Shen Xiang later, the resolute look of her biological mother Jiang almost broke her heart, and there was only one sentence in her ear that she repeatedly emphasized: "My crane-that's the wealth of the sky is waiting for you!" ”

Shen Zhihe lowered his eyes, stunned, and the begonia in his hand fell to the ground.

She was about to bend down to pick it up, but someone grabbed her first.

"I don't think that food is to your liking."

Meng Jinghuai picked up the begonia flower, raised her hand and pinned it to her sideburns, and then stretched out her right palm, which was a few fresh cherry blossoms, "Eat it, I've tried it, it's not sour." ”