In a blink of an eye, it was time to escort the prince of Beirong back to China.

The streets of Kyoto resounded with the sound of horses' hooves, and for a moment dust flew up.

Today, not only is the escort of the three princes of Beirong, but also Xu Ruojiao is among them.

A few days ago, she was just given marriage by the emperor and named the county lord, and on the grounds of diplomatic relations between the two countries, she gave her marriage to Wan Yanyu, the third prince of Beirong, which can be regarded as taking care of her decency.

Xiao Yan was dressed in a black robe, riding on horseback, the corners of his black clothes were lightly brushed, and his body was covered with a coercion that seemed to come from the Shura field.

The onlookers retreated to the side, and the empty streets were filled with the sound of horses' hooves.

Full flood.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but glance twice in the crowd of onlookers, as if he was looking for someone.

Seeing that there was no such person, a flash of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Qingfeng on the side couldn't help but say, "Is the prince looking for the princess?" ”

Xiao Yan glanced at him coldly: "Mouthy." ”

He was just curious, how could the woman who flattered him in every way a few days ago and said that she would follow him now, and now she couldn't even see a figure, at least she should send him a gift......

As everyone knows, at the end of the entourage, an exceptionally thin soldier followed behind everyone silently with his head down from beginning to end, and from time to time he held his helmet that was about to fall.

"The team behind follow, hey, hey, say what about you!" The soldier in front dragged Shu Wan, who was always a few steps slower, and said impatiently: "Don't rub shoulder, let's get to the next post station before it gets dark." ”

Shu Wan lifted the helmet on her head that almost completely blocked her eyes, nodded, and quickened her steps.

By the time she got to the station, her feet were almost dead.

There was no way, she didn't dare to ride a horse with Xiao Yan with her eyelids secretly, so she could only follow the soldiers behind her and trot all the way.

Taking advantage of the break, she ran to the horse shop and sat on the stone steps, took off the boots on her feet, glanced at the bloody soles of her feet, and gasped.

Blood blisters had been worn out under the soles of her feet, and now they had broken, and the blood stuck to her socks, and when she took off her socks, she pulled the wound again, and it hurt her heart.

But before she could rest for a while, someone came and called her.

"Hey, hey, hey? Yes, it's you, there is a lack of a small servant in the prince's room, you go. ”

"Why me?" Shu Wan's heart was cold, she had tried her best to be a little transparent, how could she still find her.

"What's why? If you want to go, you will go! The soldier saw that the little soldier in front of him was weak and weak, like a girl, and he was easy to bully at first glance, otherwise such an errand would have to fall on him.

He didn't dare to serve the living Hell King, if something went wrong, he wouldn't be able to save his life.

At that time, Xiao Yan was opening a letter in the room, he quickly glanced at it, and then threw the letter paper into the brazier, watching the tongue of fire completely devour it.

The door opened, and a graceful woman suddenly walked in.

"Childe, the slave family will send you some refreshments and fruits." Feng Luan is a woman with all kinds of charms, and she is also the shopkeeper of this inn. She has always known people, and from the first glance, she felt that the man in front of her was extraordinary.

Xiao Yan was silent, just sat expressionlessly, flipping through the books in his hands.

Feng Luan poured a cup of tea for him, and his white hand reached out to him.

"It's cold at night, do you want to light a stove in Childe's house?"

"Not necessarily." He replied coldly.

Feng Luan smiled, and his already charming face became even more charming: "If the son does not dislike it, the slave family is also willing to warm the bed for the son." ”

Xiao Yan frowned, his face was slightly cold, and he was about to raise his hand to throw the woman out of the door, not wanting a small soldier to rush in recklessly carrying hot water, thinking that he was not strong enough, and when he came with a bucket, he swayed and accidentally knocked over the tea in front of him.

The hot tea was poured on Feng Luan's light clothes, burning her face greatly.

"Ahh What do you do? ”

Shu Wan hurriedly lowered her head, and her wide hat covered most of her face: "I'm sorry." ”

Xiao Yan raised his eyes suddenly, and saw under the brim of his hat, the red lips like begonias after the rain, and this voice, which was really familiar.

As if thinking of something, he quickly withdrew his gaze, and his body couldn't help but sit up straighter.

"Get out!" He spoke coldly.

"What about you, don't get out of here!" Feng Luan said triumphantly to her.

Shu Wan was stunned and was about to retreat, but she heard him say again: "Let you go!" This was said to Feng Luan.