No longer take the official road, but change to a slightly lonely path. Due to the narrow road, the carriage will inevitably be bumpy. Xiao Qing drove in front, and Su Qiang changed back into an ordinary woman's outfit in the carriage.

The wound on her arm was thickly bandaged by her, but fortunately it was not deep, and the blood did not stain her coat.

Donggong still has to go back, if she disappears so quietly, not to mention how Su Yiming explains, even Xiaohe will be difficult to save her life. And whether the prince wants to kill or not seems to have become a difficult problem. To kill him, he needs to think carefully and ensure that he retreats with his whole body. If you don't kill him, didn't you die in vain?

How can there be such a cheap thing!

"Bang bang", the sound of horses' hooves came from the front, interrupting Su Qiang's thoughts.

At this time, he came out from the direction of the capital, but he did not take the official road, so he must not be an ordinary person.

The carriage swayed, blocking the entire trail. If anyone wants to ride a horse through here, they must find a slightly wider fork in the road for a while.

Xiao Qing raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man riding on the horse who was coming towards him, and his face was a little flustered.

Although she didn't know this person, she saw that he was wearing a cyan robe that symbolized his honorable status, wearing white jade, and the long knife on his waist seemed to have thousands of troops and horses lying in the valley, and he didn't look like a mortal. Even if such a person is not a royal nobleman, he must also have a noble status. If he finds out the identities of himself and the crown princess, and the news of Wei Huailin's death is exposed in the future, they will not be able to get out of the relationship.

Thinking about it, Xiaoqing tried to drive the carriage on the side of the road, ignoring the etiquette and discipline of the official carriage and horses, and the carriage ran over the weeds and shrubs on the side of the road, trying to make a way.

As the person approached, Xiaoqing simply parked the carriage on the side of the road and waited for the person to pass.

Only then did she take a closer look at the faces of the visitors.

He was about fifty years old, his sword eyebrows were wide and wide, and his eyes were shining with a bottomless light, looking majestic and solemn. But the face is a little round in the broad, with a high nose bridge and lips, which is plain and amiable. He sat straight on the horse, but his body seemed to be one with the horse, and he had a kind of chic freedom from dust when he swayed slightly.

At this time, he had already approached and saw Xiaoqing trying to avoid the road and gave way to him. The man on the horse nodded slightly, seemed to hide a gloomy brow and stretched a little, and said gently: "Thank you for this girl." ”

Xiao Qing's expression was slightly stunned, and his face turned red instantly.

Her dress and errands are a servant girl to the discerning eye. The identity of the person immediately was precious, but she gave in solemnly thanks to her. Xiaoqing not only blushed, but also spoke incoherently: "Where is it, it should be." Originally, it was our carriage that took over the road. Sir, let's go, it's getting dark, and the nearest post station is five miles away. ”

She didn't know why she said so much, she just felt that the person in front of her was respectable and terrible, amiable and pitiful.

The men in the carriage had white faces.

Su Qiang sat up straight, her right hand tightly grasped the car curtain, and the whole person seemed to be about to rush out, but she was stumped by something and couldn't move.

This voice, even if she dies a hundred times, she can't forget it.

"Bang, boom," the familiar sound of horses' hooves passed leisurely out of the car window, and in a moment, it seemed to disappear forever on the nameless path outside the capital.

Is he good?

Did he lose weight?

Is the rash that is prone to recurrence in spring better this year?

Did he get worse because of his death?

Father......

Father's ......

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