If there is anyone who has no sleep, it must be the driver who drives between the snow and ice.

The snow was scattered in its eyes, but it was out of the way.

This coachman is Buting.

Ding Song has always been thought to be reckless, but Buting is the opposite.

Bu Ting is a very cautious person, and he never makes people scratch any tricks. If it weren't for the fact that he had followed Lian Yuxuan since he was a child, he would definitely be regarded as a spy who broke into the horse road.

This official road has been driven a hundred times, so of course it knows that it must slow down at this corner.

With such wind, such snow, and such a night, all the potholes on the ground will be easily hidden from view.

There is a huge pit at the edge of the official road, and once it falls into that pit, even a big man with one or two hundred catties of strength will not be able to drag the carriage.

So of course the step pavilion will slow down.

The reins were wrapped around Buting's left hand twice, so that no amount of bumps could make it go.

Then Bu Ting gently pulled the other side of the reins with his right hand, and the fast horse flying all the way felt the bite behind him, and his footsteps quietly became leisurely.

Even if Bu Ting was so restrained, a few drops of sweat inevitably oozed from Bu Ting's forehead, and it immediately condensed into frost in the wind and snow.

It wasn't until the body stumbled and staggered through the corner that Buting was able to free his right hand and wipe a handful of frost from his forehead.

On such a snowy night, any good coachman would advise him to take a rest, after all, the road can wait until the light of day before rushing.

But Buting didn't want to delay.

Buting hopes to send the people in the car to the inn in Jiamadao in the afternoon, so that the guests can sleep comfortably on the bed for a night, and wait until the next day, full of energy to participate in the feast of Jiamadao.

It's because of Buting's carefulness that it leads to such a rush.

In fact, Buting will rush because of the delay on the road.

After Buting and Ding Song said goodbye at Pingchuan Station, Wuzi waited for two days and ushered in Li Tuo, who had a glimpse of the fireworks in Yandang Mountain.

Although Li Tuo was still carrying a young girl by his side, Buting did not hide anything.

Bu Ting could see that Li Tuo's eyes were dark, and he was still hesitating, but the girl immediately made a decision and said.

"Let's go to the Horse Track. ”

Li Tuo turned around and said.

"Oh?"

The tip of the girl's nose wrinkled slightly, and said.

"I haven't seen Xiao Yunchao yet. ”

So the three companions, a carriage, did not take much rest even when they entered Yucheng, and kept rushing to the horse road.

On the way, he met the messenger who caught the horse road and came up.

The fast envoy quickly whispered in Buting's ear for a while, and Buting immediately had to rush to Yucheng in the opposite direction again.

Li Tuo sighed bitterly.

"We're in trouble. ”

The girl said.

"Huh?"

Li Tuo patted the dark horse of the fast envoy and said.

"The black cloud horse that clamps the horse road is never borrowed. ”

Although the fast envoy couldn't recognize who the person in his eyes was, when he saw him coming with Buting, he should always be a friend rather than an enemy.

"I'm sorry. ”

Li Tuo said again.

"Buting wants to rush back to Yucheng, and our carriage can't be sent out. ”

Buting thanked Li Tuo for his profound understanding.

So of course Li Tuo asked.

"So where are we going?"

The girl snorted and said.

"I'm going to ask you. ”

Li Tuo said mysteriously.

"I know there's a lake not far ahead, and there's a hut by the lake, so why don't we stay in it for the night, and then let this fast brother fetch us from the horse-clamping road, okay?"

The girl didn't refuse, just said.

"I want a wagon. ”

The group walked two miles further, and sure enough, they arrived at the wooden house that Li Tuo said.

After Buting said goodbye to the Dao, he rushed all the way to Yucheng, of course, it was delayed.

Only now the guest was in the carriage after all.

Bu Ting glanced up at the sky slightly, and the white light of the fish belly quietly floated in the sky.