"Well, when I'm seventy or eighty, I'll become an old-fashioned old lady, then you're also an old-fashioned old man, at that time, we're both old-fashioned, who can dislike anyone?" Jing Qingran smiled and looked at the man opposite, unable to see each other's eyebrows clearly in the dark night.

The man didn't speak, just nodded.

The night was deep, and they were getting farther and farther away from the capital.

……

The carriage ran in the moonlight, and the guard coachman set up the horse, tirelessly trying to hurry.

Inside the carriage, Jing Qingran felt a tiredness coming.

"Xianggong, I want to sleep......" Jing Qingran snorted shallowly, his eyes were very heavy, his body was getting heavier and heavier, and even his voice was very sleepy.

In the bleak compartment, the facilities are very attentive, not a hard bench, but a very comfortable cushion with soft cushions.

It was almost early in the morning, and they left the Chenwang Mansion in the evening.

Mu Zhengchen stretched out his hand and pulled the woman into his arms, let her lean on herself, curled up in the carriage in a position that she was very comfortable with, patted her back lightly with his hand, and a soft voice fell from her thin lips, "Sleep." ”

Jing Qingran leaned on him and nodded silently, although his face was covered with a thin layer of skin, and he changed his appearance, but his arms were still as familiar as usual, with a clean breath and a faint cold fragrance, she leaned on his arms, did not change at all, it was still very comfortable, very natural, the tip of his nose smelled his faint cold fragrance, it smelled very good, and it was also very sleepy.

It seems that in his arms, Jing Qingran can forget everything, have no distractions, can think about anything, can not think about anything, and feel very comfortable and comfortable, like a child sitting on the grass, looking up at the white clouds in the blue sky, and looking at the white clouds as any image.

His body moved, his hand hugged him tightly, his face buried in his cloakroom, he hummed softly, and then, just like that, leaned on him, let go of everything, and fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Zhengchen reached out and stroked her hair and her cheeks, the movements were as light as possible, and he would also fall asleep in the dark night.

Outside the carriage, the guards were still tirelessly driving the horses.

……

In the morning, the air is damp, and the dew condensed on the autumn grass freezes into frost, and even if it is gently blown, the cold air carries the chill of cutting.

The horizon is just white.

The horses slowly stopped, and the destination they were going to had arrived.

In the carriage, Mu Zhengchen had already woken up, and his sleep had always been very shallow, but the person leaning on his arms had not woken up since he slept in the early morning.

The air was very cold, Mu Zhengchen didn't let go of her immediately, reached out and gently patted her hot face in his arms, and said, "Lady, get up." ”

"Oh~~~" Jing Qingran moved slightly, his face was turned up, and he slowly opened his eyes to see the man above his head.

It's a strange face.

After the transfiguration yesterday afternoon, they sat in the carriage in the evening until this morning.

Inside the carriage, there is no close, so you can't see each other's faces clearly.

This unfamiliar face, Jing Qingran still needs time to get used to.

Fortunately, Jing Qingran didn't say, 'Who are you?' Such hurtful words.

After the brain was working, Jing Qingran exhaled again, and the hot breath exhaled from his mouth condensed into a cloud of white smoke in the cold air, "It's so cold!" ”

This was the first thing Jing Qingran said.

Force yourself to work hard to get used to this new unfamiliar face of your husband.