Get on the Wrong Sedan Chair and Marry the Right Wolf + Extra Story

"Oh, yes, yes, yes." Wei Yueyan slapped his head, and followed closely beside his wife, never daring to be too late.

"Wei Yueyan."

"Ma'am, what advice do you have?" Being called by his wife's first name for the first time, Wei Yueyan almost fell down on the Qingshi Road in Gusu City.

"That bottle of balm..." After the oolong just now, Ling Qiufan said the balm could not be relaxed, "It's for wiping hands."

"Ah...so that's the case. I'm just saying...how could Madam buy that kind of thing..." Wei Yueyan's voice became softer and softer.

"It's...for you."

"Ah?" Wei Yueyan was dumbfounded again, the dignified General of the Twelve Guards of the Great Xia Dynasty had degenerated into an uninitiated yellow-mouthed child in the night market of Gusu City.After Ling Qiufan finished speaking, he even quickened his pace, and he didn't know whether it was because of shame or annoyance.

"It's actually..." It was given to me.

Wei Yueyan was holding the jar of balm in his hand, his heart shook.The straight bridge of the nose reflected a straight line of light under the street lights, her eyes were lowered and she quietly looked at the smooth porcelain pot in her hand, and her thin lips, which were hard pressed into a line on weekdays, raised an inconspicuous arc, My heart is as sweet as nectar.

Wu County is really a treasure land of outstanding people, there are really too many tremblings and joys tonight.Wei Yueyan raised his hand to caress the left side of the skirt. There was an exquisite embroidered pouch hidden in the place closest to the heart. Inside the embroidered pouch was the black silk that she secretly cut and formed into a concentric knot on their wedding night.

She raised her head, and the scene around her was blurred and distorted. The urging horns raised by the horseshoes crushing the glaciers turned into the sound of people coming and going. .

I, Wei Yueyan, am so fortunate to have you Ling Qiufan as my wife.

Chapter 38 The Carriage Horror

If Wei Yueyan was still floating in Zhiyu's ethereal soft dream just now, at this moment he was picked up and ruthlessly thrown into the cold ice spring.The blood all over his body flowed back quickly and froze in one place, as if it would shatter into ten thousand pieces if touched.

"Qiu Fan, are you okay!" Wei Yueyan hugged his wife tightly, completely daring to imagine what would happen if he was a step late.Her body trembled violently, and fear was written all over her pale face.

"I'm fine." Ling Qiufan was hugged so tightly by Wei Yueyan, so tight that he was almost embedded in the other person's body and blended with him without distinction. Such a tight hug gave her a sense of reality that she was still alive in this world. .Just at the last moment, a carriage appeared almost out of thin air, and the crazy horse pulling the carriage came rushing towards her with neighing!The gust of wind hit her face, and when the horse's head was only a finger's width away from her, Wei Yueyan descended like a god, and like lightning, he raised his hand to clamp the horse's neck, and kicked Crazy Horse and the carriage behind it with a full kick. Zhang Yuan!Immediately after everyone gasped, she, who was still in shock, was firmly embraced in her arms.

But...it's a bit too tight.

Ling Qiufan pushed back with some strength, and found that the person hugging him tightened his arms again, feeling those arms trembling with fear, Ling Qiufan's words of reproach were euphemistic and euphemistic, and finally Swallowed back into the stomach.

"General, I'm fine."

After talking three times in a row, Wei Yueyan finally woke up like a dream, quickly let go of Ling Qiufan, frowned and asked pitifully, "Did I hurt you just now?"

Seeing Ling Qiufan slowly shaking his head and giving her a comforting smile, Wei Yueyan felt relieved.Suddenly a horse neighed to startle the long night, Wei Yueyan quickly raised his hand, everyone saw a silver light flashing, and then the mad horse's wailing faded and fell straight on the ground, dark red blood gurgling from its neck.Everyone took a closer look, only to find that there was a sword as bright as frost and snow stuck on the neck of the crazy horse, and the bright red tassel of the sword fluttered in the night wind.

"Ah!" Ling Qiufan was raised in the prefect's mansion since he was a child, without wind or làng, even though he had seen a little of the world with his father, he had never faced such a bloody scene.From her angle, she just saw the whole process of the crazy horse from madness to death, and her whole body was shocked, and she hurriedly avoided her face and dared not look at it again.

Seeing this, Wei Yueyan couldn't help feeling distressed. He protected his wife behind him, threw a pile of things on the ground, stepped forward, pointed at the carriage lying on the ground with several broken corners, and shouted: "Inside the carriage! Who! Dare to commit crimes in the city?"

Everyone looked in the direction Wei Yueyan was pointing at, and saw that the curtain of the overturned carriage was hanging on the ground and opened a little gap. It was night, and it was impossible to see clearly through the little gap. situation.An unmanned carriage is bizarre, but now the owner of the carriage is silent, even being kicked to the ground by Wei Yueyan with the carriage, the person does not move.

Suddenly, a gust of chants came from nowhere, slightly rolled up the car curtain with fine frayed edges, and then fell back to its original place, covering the previous gap.

"Ghost...Ghost...Ghost!!!" A young man dressed as a shop waiter suddenly yelled, ignoring the obstruction of the shopkeeper by the door, he ran back to the inn behind him with a face of horror and disappeared.

Like him, the people who were closer to the carriage also turned pale. The moment the wind blew up the curtain of the carriage just now, they seemed to glimpse a dark human figure sitting in the carriage, a distorted human figure...

Gusu No. [-] Temple Street is more than tens of kilometers long. The waiter screamed and was blown away in the night wind in an instant. The carriage was still lying quietly on the ground. The horses attached to the front of the carriage were completely dead. The faint smell of blood from the neck diffused, adding a bit of paradox to the street immersed in the dark night.