Fast time travel: clear dream presses the galaxy

Qing Meng is nothing else, taking care of drunks is already a practice that makes perfect, and he put his arms around her little head on the road for more than two hours to prevent bumps and discomfort.

Xinghe woke up once in the middle and wanted to drink water.

He drank a lot, and the front of his clothes were wet a lot, and he looked very fragrant.

But Qing Meng is doing Liu Xiahui's duty, what he likes is her soul all the time.

After walking for a long time, with more than half an hour to go, the sky was caught off guard by a heavy rain, so I had to go to the ruined temple in front to take shelter from the rain.

This area is a relatively remote place in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is much shabby compared to the places where rich, dignitaries and dignitaries live.

There were already many ordinary people and homeless people sheltering from the rain in the ruined temple. When such a luxurious carriage suddenly stopped here, everyone stared at it without blinking, smacking their mouths and discussing with each other.

Qing Meng felt a little regretful when she got out of the sedan chair with Xing He in her arms, the expressions of these people staring at her were a bit nasty.

But Naihe is only a fifth-rank official sedan chair. It looks luxurious from the outside, but the wind and rain are too heavy, seeping in through the curtains, and some wet rainwater is really uncomfortable, and it is extremely dangerous to drive in the wind and rain.

This time he didn't bring more people, after all, what could happen to him beside her, but at this moment, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Crispy Tao hurriedly took the cloak and put it on for the young lady, not knowing when the sky would clear up.

So I lit a fire with the groom in the middle of the ruined temple. After all, the spring is cold, and it is quite comfortable when it is not raining, but when it rains and winds, the wind is biting.

Qing Meng sat beside the fire with Xing He in her arms, and other people approached one after another. Before, they were far away from the fire, but when they got to the back, they sat directly next to them.

In the end, quite a few people talked to the groom, after all, Crispy Tao also talked to them.

The groom is an old groom from Xuefu. He grew up as a child from an ordinary hard-working family. He also treated them as fellow villagers and chatted with them. For them, the fifth rank is also a great official. Looking at their The eyes became more and more envious and jealous.

The rain outside became more and more heavy, and the sky turned black. Everyone didn't eat much at the noon banquet. Now they are a little hungry, but they can all endure it.

But Xinghe, who was almost sober after sleeping, woke up from hunger and his stomach growled.

Only then did he open his eyes sleepily, stretching while yawning.

Qing Meng lowered her head to help her pick up the cloak that fell on the ground when she stood up, and then helped her fasten it after wiping off the dust; "It's raining halfway, take shelter here."

Xinghe nodded, swallowed, feeling a little thirsty.

Crispy Tao hurriedly stood up and said, "Miss, this servant is going to bring the tea and snacks in the dumplings."

When Xinghe heard that there was water and snacks in the sedan chair, his eyes lit up immediately, and he stood up and wanted to go with him.

Qing Meng grabbed her hand and said, "You stay here with Chang'er, Cuantao. I'll get it in the sedan chair. If you need anything, just call me." Handed the dagger to Xinghe.

The cold dagger made Xinghe wake up instantly, and said: "Well, we are waiting for you here."

Crispy Tao was startled, but she reacted instantly, sat next to the young lady, picked up a stick on the ground, and held it tightly.

Xinghe watched carefully in front of the fire with a dagger in her hand, and she was awed. Anyway, she knew that as long as he was there, there was nothing to worry about.

Crispy Tao was nervous, looking around.

Although the groom felt that the masters were making a fuss, he was just a servant, so naturally he would not stand up and say anything.

After a while, Qingmeng came back, feeling cold, and came in with snacks and tea in hand.

Xinghe hurriedly stood up and said with a smile, "Are you back?".

He obviously only went out for a while, obviously only a few dozen roads away, but just because of these three words, he warmed up all over, sat next to her, and put snacks and tea in front of her.

There are pink glutinous rice cakes, yellow egg yolk cakes, and seven or eight kinds of exquisite snacks. Although there are a lot of them, all of them are exquisite and small, and none of them are the size of a palm.

Xinghe counted a total of eighteen yuan, and Cuantao and the groom each shared four yuan, and Qingmeng and Qingmeng each had five yuan each.

Crispy Peach refused in a hurry at first, but during this period of time, she also knew the characteristics of the young lady's temper. She ate two yuan in small bites, and wrapped the rest with a handkerchief. When the young lady was hungry, she could give it to the young lady.

The groom also politely refused, but he was indeed hungry, so he ate two yuan for himself, and gave the other two yuan to the eager child next to him.

Qing Meng is neither hungry nor greedy, but it is something she gave herself, so he naturally wants to taste it.

A lot of people around looked at it eagerly, but none of them dared to really ask for it. After all, they were all high-ranking officials, and they were not easy to mess with.

I will not eat for a while and will not starve to death.

Others here are either very hungry or very cold, or they are listless and sleepy.

But they were the only ones who went out to collect rainwater to make tea, the four of them really had a good time like this.

In the blink of an eye, it was early morning, and most of the people in the ruined temple were asleep, and they were all very close to them. After all, there was a fire and it was warm.

Xinghe slept all afternoon, and now he is no longer sleepy, leaning on his shoulder and chatting softly, the atmosphere is extremely quiet.

Suddenly a gust of cool wind blew in, and Xinghe shivered coldly.

Qing Meng turned her head and looked at the entrance of the ruined temple.

One after another, more than a dozen big men in coarse clothes, wearing bamboo hats, holding long knives or sticks, axes, etc., with ruffian smiles on their faces, seemed to be staring at a group of people waiting to be slaughtered. like a lamb.

Xinghe sensed that something was wrong with him, and just wanted to turn his head to see what he was looking at.

Qing Meng straightened out her hand to straighten her little head, and said with a gentle smile, "There are a few flies, don't look back later, so as not to dirty your eyes."

Xinghe nodded obediently, covered his eyes with his hands, and said softly, "I'll open my eyes when you come."

Qing Meng was pleased by her little gesture, she chuckled and said, "Well, our Chang'er is really good."

Xinghe's face was slightly red, and he watched the small flames jumping on the fire through his fingers, counting in his heart, until he counted to 72, he heard his footsteps coming back.

Chong Ni's smiling voice sounded in her ears; "I'm back".

Only then did Xinghe obediently take his hand away, showing a sweet smile, as if seeking praise and praise.