The carriage shook violently.

Su Baitong could hear the shouts of Ghost Face and the others.

Suddenly, a wolf pounced on the window of the carriage, its huge claws clutching at the outer wall of the carriage with a screeching sound.

Ling Xiaotian pulled Su Baitong to his side and comforted him in a deep voice: "It's okay, we are very well prepared this time." They can't take you away. ”

The horses driving were frightened, but fortunately, they had a lot of people this time, and the ghost face had the crispy bone fragrance given by Su Baitong in his hands.

The wolves quickly realized that they were at a disadvantage, and after they had killed a few of their sluggish counterparts, they all retreated into the distance, following behind.

The carriage swayed, and the wound on Ling Xiaotian's back was touched, and his face turned white in pain.

Su Baitong had no choice but to hug him tightly to reduce the pull of the wound caused by the vibration of the carriage.

"Ao Wolf is going crazy this time" Ling Xiaotian smiled lowly, and deliberately rubbed his face against Su Baitong's body, "I think this injury is still worth it, I have enjoyed the jade people all the way, this kind of treatment, I won't change the throne." ”

"What nonsense." Su Baitong pretended to be angry.

Ling Xiaotian's smiling eyes were crooked, and his demeanor was uninhibited. There seemed to be a drunken feeling between his eyebrows and eyes, and there was less loneliness on his body that he had seen before, and unconsciously, was he already so close to her?

Remembering the first time she met him in this life. The picturesque boy who played the flute hid a hidden pain unknown to outsiders under his stunning beauty.

But now, he seems to be just an ordinary boy next door, showing a scoundrel in front of the woman he likes, just to get more love from the other party.

Su Baitong felt a slight sour feeling in his throat.

She pressed her face to the top of his head, although she didn't say anything, but Ling Xiaotian felt that she liked her, and the peach blossom eyes smiled even more.

The carriage moved again, but slowly.

The wolves followed the pack.

"What's that?" One of the guards suddenly put his hand on the pergola and looked into the distance.

Ghost Face and Chen Zhinan followed the prestige at the same time. I saw countless small green lanterns appear from the direction of the border of the Great Yan Kingdom.

"A beast?" The guards immediately became nervous.

There are wolves trailing behind, and if you encounter a strong enemy in front, the wolves behind will inevitably take advantage of the situation to attack.

"Wait a minute" Ghostface called off the group, urging the horse to the front.

"Chirp!" The little civet jumped onto the ghost-faced horse and stared haughtily into the distance.

Ghostface looked down at it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "You called them?" ”

In fact, in the eyes of outsiders, it may be a little ridiculous that he is talking to a civet at this moment.

But Ghostface knew that this little thing was different. When it was in Qiliang City, it was able to summon countless wild cats to help them, and it was not an accident to summon the same kind now.

The fauna running in the distance got closer, and it was only then that people noticed that they were a large group of civets.

The larger ones are like adult leopards, and the smaller ones are similar to dogs.

Look at the rice balls squatting on the back of a ghost-faced horse, small in size, only the size of a domestic cat, and green eyes as bright as jade.

At this time, no one dared to underestimate it for half a point.

Su Baitong lifted the corner of the curtain and looked out, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her rice balls had grown up.

The civets blended into the procession, some jumping on the roof of the carriage, some squatting on the wheels. Most of them are just following the procession.

The wolves in the rear were in a commotion, and the speed of their followers was noticeably slower.

"They're not stupid, if they start to do it now, they're just afraid they'll die." Chen Zhinan said with a smile.

The wolves did not dare to come any closer, but all crouched on the wasteland, watching the team gradually move away.

"Ghost Face." Ling Xiaotian's voice came from the carriage.

"What does the prince command?" Earthen fork on the chin.

"You go and talk to Chen Gongzi and reward them with all the jerky." Ling Xiao Heavenly Dao.

"Yes."

The team kept marching, and finally entered the territory of Dayan Kingdom safely.

Before leaving, Chen Zhinan ordered all the meat to be left for the civets.

Ling Xiaotian rested in the Chen Mansion for three days, which coincided with the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the Chen Mansion was preparing for the New Year.

But at this moment, Ling Xiaotian received an urgent report again and summoned him back to Beijing.

Ling Xiaotian took Su Baitong on the way back to Beijing on the second day.

Because Ling Xiaotian was injured, the team would stop to rest every time they went to a city or village.

The injury on Su Baitong's shoulder healed quickly, but Ling Xiaotian had a tendency to become lazier and lazier, and even if Huixiang was there, he wouldn't let her serve.

As long as Su Baitong is by his side during the day, he must even call her to feed him for water, if she refuses to come, he will show a pitiful appearance, as if she really treated him badly.

"Tongtong, I'm a little itchy here" Ling Xiaotian lay on the mat, his eyes shining, like a child waiting for candy to eat.

Su Baitong put down the book in his hand and looked at him: "Where is the itch?" ”

"On my back." Ling Xiaotian frowned vigorously, "I can't reach it with my hand"

"Tangyuan." Su Baitong called.

The little civet jumped out of nowhere, licking its sharp paws with great vigour.

"Go and help the Scarlet Lord scratch." Su Baitong commanded expressionlessly.

In the carriage, there was a terrible cry of the scarlet prince.

The ghost face and others escorted by the car all shook their heads vigorously, and sighed secretly: It seems that the prince of his own family is going to be eaten to death by the princess in his life.

The team marched for another ten days, and most of the injuries on Ling Xiaotian's back began to heal.

It was definitely a relief for him to finally be able to lie down and sleep.

On a windy and snowy day, Ling Xiaotian ordered to stay at the post station in the city for two more days, but the wind and snow outside still showed no signs of stopping.

In the room of the post station, Su Baitong took out a jade dish from the incense box and mixed the balm in it.

Ling Xiaotian was lying on the inside of the bed, his clothes fading to his waist, revealing his honey-colored back.

Although his body does not look as strong as Ao Wolf, his texture is distinct, and as long as he looks like it, he knows that he has practiced martial arts.

Ling Xiaotian watched her apply the balm to her back, smiling with crooked eyes.

The balm was cold on his back, and it was a little itchy, and his body moved, as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Don't move, it'll be fine for a while." Su Baitong said, leaning over and gently blowing on the place where the balm had been applied.

"Will there be a scar?" Ling Xiaotian asked, because the injury was behind his back, so he had not been able to see what his injury had become.

"As long as you don't touch the wound with your hands, and I'll add some balm after the scab is over, it should gradually fade." Su Baitong skillfully wrapped the white cloth for bandaging for him, "Put on your clothes, beware of catching a cold." ”

Ling Xiaotian lay there and didn't move, "Will Tongtong dislike the ugly scars?" ”

Su Baitong was collecting the incense box, and when he heard this, he couldn't help glaring at him, "What are you talking nonsense again?" They returned to Beijing this time for Chang Zhao's funeral, and she was afraid that he would feel sad when he was idle, so she tried her best to follow his wishes along the way, and didn't want him to become a scoundrel.

Ling Xiaotian looked at her sideways, her beautiful eyes were full of grievances, and her scalp was numb.

She had to sit down and help him get dressed, "I won't dislike it, as long as you're on it"

"Really?" There seemed to be a smile in Ling Xiaotian's voice, and she let her help him put on his clothes.

Just as Su Baitong helped him get dressed and was about to retreat, he suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged her.

Su Baitong just wanted to struggle, but suddenly heard him whisper in his ear: "Tongtong, in the temple that caught fire outside Kyoto, the bodies of the three women who were burned to death are fake"