When Ye Zhiwei saw Xiaolian coming in, she was slightly flustered, and said casually, "Who did you talk to just now?" ”

"It's a young man......" Xiaolian hesitated, "he asked the slave if he wanted to go to Pingcheng and wanted to borrow our carriage along the way." ”

"You answered?"

"No, I didn't discuss it with the young lady, and the slave didn't dare to decide."

Ye Zhiwei frowned slightly, "When you go out, it's better to talk to outsiders less." ”

Xiaolian was stunned, but still responded obediently, "Yes." ”

Ye Zhiwei lay down again, turned over, and found Xiaolian sitting on the bed opposite in a daze.

"What? Still thinking about what just happened? ”

Xiaolian blinked and came back to her senses, "No...... No, Miss go to bed first, the slave is guarding here. ”

Ye Zhiwei didn't care about her, turned over again, and fell asleep.

In a daze, she heard the sound of running footsteps in the hallway, a chaotic sound, mixed with the cries of the women.

She woke up with a thrill and looked up to see Xiaolian sleeping on the bed opposite.

From time to time, there was the sound of running footsteps in the hallway.

Ye Zhiwei got out of bed, came to the door, and gently opened the door a crack.

A thick smell of smoke wafted in.

It's on fire!

Ye Zhiwei rushed back to the bed and pushed Xiaolian awake, "Hurry up, it's on fire!" ”

Xiaolian woke up and ran out with Ye Zhiwei in a panic.

As soon as she stepped out of the door, Xiaolian was knocked to the ground by the people in the corridor who were scrambling to flee for her life.

Ye Zhiwei was about to pull her, but she saw a big hand stretched out from the side and pulled Xiaolian up.

"Let's go!" The man whispered.

The matter was urgent, Ye Zhiwei didn't have time to take a closer look, so she rushed out of the corridor with the man.

The coachman and the little maid who came with Ye Zhiwei were covered in soaked linen cloth and rushed in to look for them, only to see a strange man escorting Ye Zhiwei and Xiaolian down the stairs together.

The rain outside had stopped, and the wind was filled with dampness and the smell of burning wood.

"Miss, are you alright?" The little guy said nervously, "It's really strange, it rained so hard last night, and the inn caught fire......"

Ye Zhiwei and Xiaolian came out in a hurry just now, and they didn't have time to put on their clothes, and the other guests who escaped from the inn were the same, some were barefoot, some were wearing a sheet, and some were regretting that they didn't bring out their valuables just now.

Ye Zhiwei turned back to Xiaolian and said, "Let's go to the car, it just so happens that the rain has stopped, and we should also go on the road." ”

Xiaolian was saluting the man who had saved her just now, and when she heard this, she hurriedly said, "Miss, it was this boy who wanted to borrow our carriage last night......

Ye Zhiwei raised her head and looked at the man carefully, and immediately understood why Xiaolian was so spitting.

This person is a boy and a girl, and he is even more gorgeous than a woman, if it weren't for his obvious Adam's apple, outsiders would almost mistake him for a woman.

Ye Zhiwei pulled the broken hair on her sideburns, and gave a salute, "Thank you for this son's help just now, the little girl's makeup is not neat, so she was rude first." ”

The man smiled slightly, "It's okay, it happened suddenly just now, but I was rude first." ”

This smile was just like a spring flower blooming, and it shook so much that Xiaolian's body was unstable on her feet, and she lowered her head in panic.

Ye Zhiwei pursed her lips, turned around and got into the carriage, and Xiaolian followed closely behind and also entered the carriage.

Ye Zhiwei didn't say a word, found a replacement of clothes to wear, and spread her hair out and combed it again.

Xiaolian also changed her clothes and combed her hair, but the movements of her hands were fast and slow.

Ye Zhiwei saw her in a daze from the mirror.

"Little Lotus."

The comb landed on the ground with a click.

Xiaolian woke up as if in a dream, blushed, lowered her head to pick up the comb, and combed her hair again.

Ye Zhiwei's face sank, and she instructed outside: "It's not too early, let's go on the road." ”

The little man outside answered with the coachman, and the carriage turned.

A trace of anxiety flashed on Xiaolian's face, and she reminded in a low voice: "Miss, that son is still waiting outside for your reply......

Ye Zhiwei took out a piece of broken silver and called the little guy outside, "You go and give this silver to the son who helped us just now." ”

That little guy is usually the most dexterous, and he answered.

Ye Zhiwei picked up the corner of the curtain and quietly looked outside, only to see that the little guy handed over the silver to the man and saluted respectfully, and then ran to chase their carriage.

Ye Zhiwei lowered the curtain, and the carriage left the inn and restarted on the road.

Along the way, Ye Zhiwei was extremely silent, and Xiaolian peeked at her from time to time, but when she saw her cold face, she swallowed the words back into her stomach.

It wasn't until noon that everyone's stomachs were growling, so they pulled the car against the tea stall on the side of the road and ate some dry food they had brought with them.

Xiaolian took out the shortbread wrapped in a handkerchief, which Ye Zhiwei asked the small kitchen to make before leaving, because of the wind and twilight, she also had an inexplicable hostile attitude towards eating outside.

"Miss, are you still angry with the slave?" Xiaolian finally mustered up the courage to speak.

Ye Zhiwei glanced up at her and said lightly, "No." ”

Xiaolian was anxious, "The slave maid has been with the young lady for many years, and she can see the seriousness. ”

"I'm really not angry, don't think too much." Ye Zhiwei took small bites of shortbread, but her eyes were always staring at the road.

Everyone was eating at the tea stall, and in the distance, a carriage came from the main road, and the carriage next to them stopped on the side of the road.

The coachman came down and asked for two bowls of herbal tea and went back to the car.

Ye Zhiwei hurriedly ate all the cakes in her hand, stood up, and prepared to urge everyone to go on the road.

Just then, a frightened bird suddenly passed by the side of the road, pounced on their carriage, and crashed into the eye of the head horse pulling the cart.

The horse's mane stood on end, frightened by the sudden attack, and raised its hooves desperately.

"Shocked...... Surprised......" shouted the man who was sitting at the tea stall drinking tea.

Xiaolian stood there dumbfounded, watching their carriage run down the road as if it had gone mad.

"Little ...... Miss ......," Xiaolian stammered, "this ...... How good is that? ”

All their belongings were in the cart, and now that the carriage was gone, they could really not move an inch.

Ye Zhiwei saw the carriage rushing away, a glimmer flashed in her dark eyes, she sat down again, drinking the herbal tea in front of her, looking unhurried.

"Miss, what can I do, the carriage has run away......" Xiaolian was so anxious that she was about to cry.

"Don't worry." Ye Zhiwei's eyes swept over another carriage parked on the side of the road.

The little servant consulted with the coachman for a while, and said, "He will go to look for the carriage, and if he can catch up, he will return along the road to look for us, and if he can't catch up, he will go to the gate of the small city in front of him to stop us." ”

Ye Zhiwei nodded, took out dozens of copper coins from her purse, and handed them over.

The coachman took it and hurried along the road.

"Miss, what shall we do now?" Miss asked.

At this time, it is false to say that there is no hurry.

The only thing Ye Zhiwei is pleased with is that the painting bone incense has always been on her.

"We'll have to take a ride to the town ahead." Ye Zhiwei said, "When you get to the city, if you can't find our carriage, let's rent one, I still have some money on me, we just need to hold on for another five days to get to Pingcheng." ”

"But it's still a long way from the small town ahead, how can we get there?" Xiaolian ran out of ideas.

A sneer flashed across Ye Zhiwei's lips, and an irrelevant sentence suddenly came out, "Xiaolian, do you believe in fate?" ”

"What...... What the? Xiaolian followed Ye Zhiwei's gaze and looked at the side of the road, only to see a young man with a charming face walking down from the carriage parked on the side of the road, who was the one who helped them escape from the fire at the inn.