The evil first wife who wears a book, and the future first assistant wants to kill me every day

The rain that had been falling for seven days actually stopped the next day. Duan Ren prepared the carriage and they finally set off.

It's just that although the rain has stopped, the road is not easy to walk.

The soil poured by the rain was extremely soft and muddy, and the wheels left two deep tracks when they passed by, and they would slip from time to time. They walked for a day, and towards evening, they had only walked half of the usual distance.

Shen Qinglan only regretted it when she was jolted to the point of falling apart in the carriage. She had known she would have waited two more days to leave.

She regretted that she couldn't say anything, so she simply took out the horseshoe buckle to pass the time.

Shuangman collected these for her last night. She said she saw someone playing with this in the lobby and it was quite fun, so she gave the money to buy someone else's and gave it to the princess to play with.

There were no such horseshoe buckles, and Shen Qinglan was indeed very interested.

I'm curious as to how to remove that circle.

As a result, it was already evening after all this fussing, and it was starting to rain again.

Affected by the road conditions, they ultimately failed to reach the village and inn, and had to spend one night in the mountains.

Duan Ren sent people out to search around, and finally luckily found a ruined temple for a temporary rest.

When Shen Qinglan got off the carriage, she looked at the ground and frowned.

On this dirt road, her soft-soled embroidered shoes would be useless if she stepped on them.

So she could only shout: "Jiang Mian."

Jiang Mian put away the riding whip, stood in front of Shen Qinglan very consciously, and carried her to the ruined temple.

Jiang Mian and Shuangman grew up together with Shen Qinglan, and looked upon her as if they were younger sisters.

The master and servant didn't think there was anything wrong with memorizing it, let alone others. Only Duan Ren took a second look when he heard her sweetly say, "Thank you Jiang Mian."

Shuangman knew that the princess loved to be clean, so she made the place where the princess squatted clean. She wiped every broken stool several times, put a handkerchief on it, and then went to light a fire to heat up some food.

Shen Qinglan rarely sat down honestly, still tinkering with the horseshoe buckle.

Duan Ren stood guard at the door, watching her sit quietly, and his eyes fell on the horseshoe buckle in her hand.

Jiang Mian stood beside her and asked curiously: "Princess, what is this?"

Shen Qinglan was a little discouraged, "This is called a horseshoe buckle. Shuangman got it for me, saying that this loop can be removed."

She handed it to Jiang Mian, "Why don't you give it a try?"

Jiang Mian fiddled around, "This size doesn't match, how can I get it? Could it be that someone else tricked Shuangman?"

Shuangman immediately said loudly: "No, I saw others taking it off easily."

Jiang Mian didn't believe it, so he thought he couldn't take it off. Maybe Shuangman was fooled by a little trick.

Shuangman was unhappy, "How is it possible? Duan... there is absolutely no way anyone would dare to deceive me with my fiery eyes."

Jiang Mian didn't want to argue anymore, why should he compete with a woman?

Shen Qinglan suddenly raised her head and glanced at the old god at the door.

The man with the old god holding his sword looked at his nose and heart, but there was no reaction.

Shen Qinglan curled her lips, feeling that she had thought too much, and continued to study with her head down.

Just as Wu Hao came back from a tour, he was standing next to the team leader. He glanced curiously into the room and saw the horseshoe buckle in the princess's hand. He couldn't help but be surprised, "This horseshoe buckle..."

Before he could finish his words, Duan Ren stepped on his toes, causing pain.

Shen Qinglan heard that Wu Hao could pronounce his name and immediately asked him to come in, "Wu Hao, do you know this thing?"

Wu Hao more than knew that this was his.

Yesterday, the team leader said he could borrow it to play with, but he didn’t expect that the princess would get it.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly and he rubbed his toes, "I occasionally saw a scholar playing with it on the roadside."

Shen Qinglan said: "Then can you remove this circle?"

No nonsense, take it off and put it back on in minutes.

But I can't pretend to be *, I can only say humbly: "No, my subordinate is clumsy and not proficient in this."

Shen Qinglan looked at Duan Ren and suddenly asked: "Where is the leader?"

Duan Ren also said: "I don't understand."

Shen Qinglan said "oh" and put away the horseshoe buckle. She was too lazy to mess around and turned to chat with Shuang Manjiang Mian.

The three of them, the master and the servant, have a deep friendship. They are like friends when chatting. They laugh one after another, making the countryside a little smokey.

It wasn't until after the meal that the sound of chatting disappeared, and the room gradually became quiet, except for the drizzle. Shen Qinglan fell asleep in Shuangman's arms amidst the patter of rain.

In the middle of the night, when the rain stopped and everything was quiet, she opened her eyes in a daze, and with the dim light of the fire that was about to go out, she saw Duan Ren leaning on the door frame, holding a hairpin in his hand.

From a distance, Shen Qinglan couldn't see the specific style clearly. She could only see that it was a hairpin for a woman.

Just when Wu Hao came to change shifts with him, Duan Ren immediately took back his arms...

Shen Qinglan couldn't hear what the two were muttering, but Wu Hao touched Duan Ren's shoulder ambiguously, with a smile on his face.

Shen Qinglan, who had read many of the story books given by Weiwei, could guess what they were joking about.

It must be the owner of the hairpin.

She was surprised at first. It turned out that Duan Ren had someone he liked. No wonder he never got married.

I'm curious again, what kind of girl would an old man like him like?

Shen Qinglan couldn't imagine Duan Ren coming into contact with any women.

Feeling sleepy, he simply gathered the blanket around him, yawned and continued to sleep.

This time she slept, she actually dreamed.

The scene in the dream was extremely blurry, and she couldn't tell where it was. She could only see Duan Ren holding a woman and walking away.

Because she was standing at the side and behind, she couldn't see clearly the appearance of the woman in Duan Ren's arms. She only saw the hem of the woman's skirt, which was emerald green and bright, floating in the air, just like the skirt of the woman she bumped into in the inn. clothing.

She was curious and wanted to follow them, but in a blink of an eye, they disappeared into the carriage.

The carriage was clearly in front of her, but she wanted to lift the curtain, but she always felt so weak that she couldn't raise her hands or move her feet.

I could only stand outside the carriage and hear some movement from inside, ambiguous movement...

She suddenly felt her face turn red, as if it was burned through by fire.

Because she listened to the woman's sweet voice calling the villain, and the voice turned out to be very much like her.

No, it can't be her.

She wouldn't make that kind of sound, let alone talk to Duan Ren...

Shen Qinglan was determined to open the curtain and see who the woman was inside.

Unexpectedly, she could use more force with her hands this time. With a sudden pull, she almost turned to stone.

Duan Ren was seen holding the woman in his arms affectionately, his face stained with a hint of crimson, and the woman was as soft as if she had no bones, and she nestled obediently in his arms.

A head of flowing black hair covered nearly half of her face, and a strong smell of ambiguity hit her face.

Perhaps he heard the movement of the curtain, so he lazily turned his head and looked at each other.

Shen Qinglan woke up suddenly.

At that time, dawn broke in the sky, and there was a hazy blue glow in the temple. Duan Ren was leaning against the wall not far from her, resting with his sword in his arms.

Shen Qinglan took a deep breath and slowly regained her composure.

This is all a messy dream.

He actually dreamed that Duan Ren was having an affair with the woman he accidentally bumped into at the inn.

When the woman turned around, Shen Qinglan saw an unfamiliar and inconsistent face.

She couldn't help but recall that the woman was indeed wearing emerald green clothes.

It's really strange, why do you dream about these?

Could it be that she is so bored that she is going crazy and gossiping about imaginary things?

Shen Qinglan couldn't figure it out, and she didn't bother to think about it, but after setting off at dawn, she didn't know why she always felt a little ashamed when she looked at Duan Ren.

She felt that it was because she had dreamed about the other side of Duan Ren, as if she had peeked into someone else's privacy, and she felt embarrassed.

During the past two days on the road, I didn't care about Duan Ren's alienation anymore.

But I unconsciously cared a little more about that dream.

I always wonder, would Duan Ren, with his steady character, show the same expression as in the dream?

That gentle, ambiguous, yet struggling look...