The days are getting hotter and hotter day by day, Zhao Yiheng bought a carriage and led Mu Mingshu back to Kyoto unhurriedly. Ziyouge

Mu Mingshu called Zhao Yiheng to flirt with Zhao Yiheng by the shallow stream that day, and she didn't have a good face for many days, at first she wanted to escape when Zhao Yiheng was not paying attention, but often where she fled Zhao Yiheng must follow, it is even more annoying than those Xiliang people.

Zhao Yiheng always found her, but he always covered his heart and said grief-stricken: "A heart for your husband is on you, are you really willing to die for your husband's sadness for you?" ”

He said that he never cared about the occasion, and he often came with his mouth open on the street, and after a few troubles, Mu Mingshu really felt embarrassed, so he had to stop thinking about it.

I thought that Zhao Yiheng had never done anything bad except for being a little shameless, and he took care of himself in everything.

Moreover, the words he said last time by the shallow stream were interrupted by a few grilled fish, Mu Mingshu still half-believed it, and he didn't know whether what he said was true or not, but he also had some thoughts in his heart, if he followed him, he would definitely be able to find the result.

As far as Mu Mingshu's thoughts are concerned, Zhao Yiheng's heart is like a mirror, although his heart is not very comfortable, but when he thinks of the hardships she suffered outside this year, he doesn't care at all, he only treats her with his heart and lungs, that is, she can't remember the past things in the future, and she can willingly follow her back to Kyoto.

The carriage walked slowly on the official road, the noon sun made the whole person groggy, Mu Mingshu leaned on the wall of the car and closed his eyes to recuperate, but Zhao Yiheng, who was driving the car, said very noisily that most of them are fun, where there is good food, they all have to take her to see and taste it.

Speaking of the rising land, I couldn't help humming a few sentences, and I was in a very good mood.

Mu Mingshu didn't listen to a word, but felt that his voice was particularly annoying in this scorching sun.

"Zhao Yiheng, I'm hungry, thirsty," she shouted through the curtain of the car, with a little irritability in her voice.

She called Zhao Yiheng back and forth like this, and she didn't see him annoyed, but grinned and responded: "Okay, the lady is sitting tight, and the husband will take you to forage for food." ”

Saying that, the horsewhip was raised and thrown on the horse's buttocks, the horse was in pain, and ran forward happily, but Mu Mingshu, who was sitting in the car, fell to the ground, and she was so angry that she scolded and scolded: "You are a king and a lamb on purpose, isn't it?"

Listening to Mu Mingshu's gunpowder-filled scolding, Zhao Yiheng didn't feel annoyed at all, always with a joyful smile on his face, and drove the carriage all the way to the front happily.

For the sake of safety, Zhao Yiheng is on the official road all the way, and it is simple to find something to eat and drink, but after walking for half an hour, there is a tea house with sails hanging on the road.

A thatched hut that is too simple to be built, with a simple stove stacked in it, on which a pot is boiling water and a pot is heating dry food. Outside the thatched hut there were a few tables, chairs and benches, and they were full of people.

Zhao Yiheng stopped the horse, tied the carriage to the side of the special place for tethering horses, he didn't ask Mu Mingshu to get off, only entered the carriage and looked for a teapot to come out, and then took the pot and put it on the table of the eight immortals: "Boss, fill it with tea, and then wrap ten full heads." ”

The old man, who was more than half a hundred years old, came out of the hut, wiped his body with water stains on his hands, and replied with a wrinkled face: "Okay, wait a minute, guest officer." So saying, he took the pot and went to the stove.

Zhao Yiheng was not in a hurry, he just sat there with his legs crossed, and his eyes turned to the table that was full, hooking his lips and smiling without making a sound.

The old man was fast, and after a short time, he poured tea, wrapped ten white-flour steamed buns in oiled paper, and handed them to Zhao Yiheng: "Guest officer, what you want is good." ”

Zhao Yiheng deserved it, threw a broken piece of silver down, and said, "You don't have to look for it." Then he carried the teapot and the white-flour steamed buns and got into the carriage.

"Uncle Xie, Uncle Xie, Uncle go slowly" The old man happily twisted up the broken silver, and smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into a slit, a pot of water and ten steamed buns are not at most 100 Wen, this man is generous everywhere, and this broken silver has at least two coins.

Obviously, Zhao Yiheng only got out of the car for a while, but Mu Mingshu sat in the car for acupuncture, and when he saw him getting into the car, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to take something and urged: "Let's go quickly, this place is not suitable for a long time." ”

Zhao Yiheng still looked full of ruffianism, stretched out his hand to hug Mu Mingshu and grinned: "If you have a husband, you will definitely not let those people get close to you." ”

As he spoke, he kissed Mu Mingshu again: "Aren't you hungry and thirsty?" Eat something first. ”

Mu Mingshu was so anxious that the sweat on his forehead came out, where did he still have the heart to eat and drink, and when he heard Zhao Yiheng's understatement, he was even more angry, and reached out to pinch the soft flesh on his waist: "There is so much nonsense, if you are told to go quickly, go quickly." ”

When Zhao Yiheng entered the carriage to find the teapot and told her not to go out, she felt that something was wrong and took him away, so she carefully lifted the curtain and saw that the people sitting outside the teahouse were indeed Xiliang people.

Although those people changed into the clothes of most people at this time, their appearance could not be changed, Mu Mingshu and Zhao Yiheng got along for more than ten days, and they had never met those Xiliang people who were chasing her, she thought that those people had given up, but she never thought that she was waiting for herself.

Zhao Yiheng asked Mu Mingshu to squeeze wow, and his mouth responded: "Let's go, let's go" The body was still rubbed next to Mu Mingshu a few times, and then he unhurriedly lifted the curtain and went out to catch the car.

The carriage left the tea house, and those Xiliang people in disguise also gave the tea money and got on the horse and left, and the tea house that was still full of people was empty after a while, and when the old man brought out the things that the Xiliang people wanted, he saw the dust raised by the horses' hooves.

Zhao Yiheng still drove the carriage with an unhurried look, and he could hum a few small tunes by the way, seeing that the sound of the horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, he just hooked his lips and smiled.

He is not afraid that those Xiliang people will come, but he is afraid that those Xiliang people will not come, and he has to borrow the hands of Xiliang people for many things.

The sound of those horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, Mu Mingshu's heart was hanging in his throat, but Zhao Yiheng was still as slow as a nobody, so anxious that she scolded as soon as she lifted the curtain: "You old guy, can you die soon." ”

Zhao Yiheng couldn't react to the title of the old guy, and unconsciously touched his face, although he was a few years older than Mu Mingshu, it was not to the point of the old guy. But if you think about it carefully, the name of this old guy is very mysterious, those white-headed couples who are old are not all gray-haired at the age of gray-haired, you are an old woman, and I am an old man.

Although the old man and the old guy are still a little bit behind, Zhao Yiheng didn't dislike it, so he just called her the old man.

Thinking like this, Zhao Yiheng was overjoyed, turned around and smiled at Mu Mingshu, revealing a neat mouthful of big white teeth: "Old woman, don't worry, there are things waiting for these things in front of you." ”

Old lady? Mu Mingshu was dumbfounded, and when he thought about it, he suddenly blushed, opened his mouth several times and wanted to scold, but in the end, he flicked the curtain and withdrew from the carriage and ignored Zhao Yiheng.

Zhao Yiheng was shy, and she also smiled, and the horsewhip was raised in the air, making a crackling sound and then falling on the horse's buttocks.

Those Xiliang people fought all the way, forcing Zhao Yiheng's carriage into a hollow valley and surrounded it. Zhao Yiheng roughly counted them, there were twelve, and they were all extraordinary, he subconsciously glanced into the hanging car curtain, and wanted to know more and more what happened to Mu Mingshu in Xiliang this year, and asked Danmu to send so many people to hunt her down.

"Yo, you're robbing money or lust." Zhao Yiheng's phoenix eyes were cold, leaning on the door frame of the carriage, his feet stretched out on the horse's buttocks, like a little ruffian.

Those disguised Xiliang people are all Danmu's private soldiers, and naturally they have never seen Zhao Yiheng, this time they saw him as just a coachman, and he could still be calm and unhurried in the face of so many people, so he couldn't help but let people take a look, but at the same time, it also made people vigilant.

The Xiliang man who was the leader was Danmu's cronies, and he didn't know Zhao Yiheng, but he definitely wasn't an ordinary person in his attitude, so he weighed it in his heart, and only frowned and said in a lame Central Plains dialect: "This benevolent brother please let go, this is the female daughter of my family in the carriage, and we were ordered by the master to take the lady back." ”

Zhao Yiheng looked as if he didn't react much, hooked his lips and smiled indifferently, but his eyes were full of murderous intent, when did his Mingshu become someone else's wife?

Mu Mingshu, who was sitting in the carriage, was stunned, but he didn't expect those Xiliang people to go back in order to arrest themselves, and they could even say this. But she was somehow afraid that Zhao Yiheng would believe it, so she immediately whispered: "Zhao Yiheng, don't listen to their nonsense, I don't recognize their master, let alone anyone's wife." ”

Zhao Yiheng ignored Mu Mingshu, but said to the person who spoke: "Oh, tell me who your master is, and ask him to come and argue with me, when did my delicate lady become his wife?" ”

The man at the head was stunned, he didn't expect the coachman to talk like this, and wondered if they were wrong.

At this time, someone couldn't hold it back, and said in Xiliang dialect: "Big brother, don't chirp crookedly with this coachman, most of them are very good-mouthed, and you may not be able to talk about him for three days and three nights." ”

Someone immediately responded: "Yes, kill this coachman and send this noble man back directly, we have been delayed for too long on the way, and the boss will definitely blame." ”

"Yes, our family is still in the hands of the king"

The man called the eldest brother listened to the words of several subordinates, he tightened the big knife in his hand, and was silent for a while before he ordered: "Kill"