The charmer of fast time travel is boundless

Chapter 13 Princess Zhuohua [11]

Zhuohua drove the carriage out of the majestic city gate, and slowly stopped the carriage after finding a remote corner.

"Brother Assassin, we're coming out."

The man sitting in the carriage heaved a sigh of relief when he heard these words, and his whole body was no longer tense.

God knows how afraid he was just now that someone would stop him.When passing through each level, the picture of him and the little maid spattering the palace with blood will appear in his mind.But fortunately, all the way.

The man was helped out of the carriage by the little maid, looking at the open scenery in front of him and the golden light of the sun just rising, he could even see the mountains in the distance, hazy and majestic and beautiful in the early morning mist.Recalling the darkness that accompanied him every day and the small space he was in, he suddenly felt as if he had been reborn in a lifetime.

Did he really escape?
Or is it just a dream?
"Brother Assassin, let's put you in the inn first." The little maid helped him to walk towards the waking market. "However, first of all, we need to have breakfast first."

The man remained silent all the way, but his nervousness in facing this new world could be seen from the way he held Zhuohua's clothes tightly in his hands.

Zhuohua felt it but didn't care. Instead, he took the man to a shop and sat down.

"Come here, serve some delicious food."

……

Satisfied, Zhuo Hua put his hands on the table and looked at the man in front of him.

It's beautiful and delicious, those people didn't lie to me.

It turns out that watching a beautiful woman eat really increases your appetite.

The man looked at the appreciative eyes of the person in front of him, turned his eyes away with some discomfort, and looked at the bustle outside the window.

"Brother Assassin, shall I take you to the inn?" Zhuo Hua asked.

The man nodded, and suddenly remembered something, reached out and poured a cup of tea, dipped in the tea and slowly wrote the word "Wei Jing" on the table.

"Wei Jing?" Zhuo Hua frowned, a little puzzled, and then he reacted. "Brother Assassin, is this your name?"

The man nodded.

"It sounds really nice." When the little palace maid heard the surname "Wei", which was the surname of the former emperor, she didn't mean anything on the surface, but she smiled sweetly and said, "Then I'll call you Brother Jing from now on."

Wei Jing looked at the little girl with a bright smile in front of her. The rising sun shines gently on her back through the window. She seems to step out of the golden light and bring the sun with her. The beauty seems to not exist in the world.

After breakfast, Zhuo Hua helped Wei Jing to find an inn to stay.She specially found the most prosperous and luxurious inn in the capital to house Wei Jing, and then went to buy new clothes for him non-stop.Why choose the most luxurious inn?Without her, because she has money.Why buy new clothes?Of course, Wei Jing can't be allowed to wear women's clothing all the time, right?
Moreover, the material of this dress is luxurious, and you can tell at a glance that it is only used by the royal family, and it is easy to reveal your identity.

Zhuohua knew that Wei Jing's mood had not yet calmed down, so he was very considerate and did not drag him to pick out clothes together, letting him slowly calm down alone. Then he told the man that she was going to help him buy clothes, closed the door and left.

Wei Jing looked at the closed door, sat motionless on the chair, her eyes were full of confusion and disbelief.

He really escaped?

The torment of that day and night seemed to be burned into every inch of his skin, and when he thought of it, he couldn't help trembling and curled up.

The dense black hair slipped from the back, covering most of Wei Jing's face, making it difficult to see clearly.

At this time, he really let go of the emotions he had suppressed on the road, mist slowly rose in his eyes, and tears burst out.

He really escaped.He got a new life!
Wei Jing maintained this movement for a long time, and he didn't know how long it took before he slowly raised his head.This time his eyes were no longer filled with gloom and melancholy but filled with hope and light, with a slight smile on his lips.

He got up, went to the window, and opened it.

A wisp of breeze outside the window seemed to be calling him, blowing gently. He closed his eyes and felt it carefully. The breeze blew his cheek and blew his hair, as if a pair of gentle hands were touching him and comforting him. .

In the distance, the bustling people chatted and shouted, mixed with the hearty laughter of some people and the sound of children crying.

He immediately felt what life is and what he was born for.He looked at everything around him like a newborn baby.Touching the rough texture of the wooden window with both hands, I was very happy and satisfied, secretly thinking that this is the touch of wood.

He turned around and looked at the furnishings in the room. After seeing the big soft bed, he moved away, slowly sat on the edge of the bed, touched the quilt with his hands, and lay down on it.

This is how the bed feels, so soft and fragrant.He was imprisoned at a young age and had long forgotten what a bed was. Only now did he complete his understanding of a bed.

After rubbing against the not-so-smooth quilt for a long time, he reluctantly got up and touched the bed curtain.

Suddenly, he saw the chrysanthemum placed on the side of the door, and immediately went there, squatted down and sniffed it gently.Sighing the fresh and unique aroma of chrysanthemum.

Everything was both unfamiliar and familiar to him. He quickly felt the interior decorations with his hands and eyes, and then sat down on the stool, looking out of the window and occasionally at the door.

Why hasn't she returned yet?
(End of this chapter)