Ingenuity

Lingdu did not return, leaving Lingjiu to take care of the palace, and with Erling and a silly son, Qingyan and his party finally embarked on the journey to Nancheng in a low-key manner.

Zhuang Hansu was tall and tall, he slid into his arms like something, Qingyan was forced to put his arms around Zhuang Hansu and patted him on the shoulder to coax him to sleep, there was no ups and downs in his heart, he just felt that he Kind of stupid.

Seeing that his face was as black as charcoal, Lingshan didn't dare to talk to him, so he just got out of the carriage and rode there. Zhuang Hansu called his father when he woke up, grabbed him when he fell asleep, and fed him when he was fine. After a few days, he did not have a second attack, but Qingyan was about to fall ill from anger.

Because Zhuang Hansu was too noisy along the way, they walked too slowly, they walked for half a month and hadn't covered a third of the distance.

Lingshan is also worried: "If this continues, we will not be able to reach Nancheng next year..."

Without further ado, Qingyan waved his sleeves and got off the horse, turned back to the carriage and said, "Come out, get on the horse."

Zhuang Hansu came down shyly, Qingyan pulled his wrist to get him onto the horse, sat behind him, put his hands around Zhuang Hansu and pulled up the rein, clamped the horse's belly, and the Luma under him immediately ran away up.

Lingjun Lingshan couldn't help it, so he hurriedly chased after him with a carriage.

Riding a horse was uncomfortable, but Zhuang Hansu didn't make a fuss,

After walking like this for three days, the horses should have rested before Qingyan stopped, and finally caught up with more than half of the distance, Qingyan showed mercy and let everyone rest for a night when passing by the post station at dusk.

It is impossible to sleep separately. At night, Zhuang Hansu slept next to Qingyan. Qingyan was in a drowsy sleep. Suddenly, he smelled a strange fragrance. He woke up vigilantly. He held his breath and held the sword in his hand. He opened his eyes and remained motionless. .

About a quarter of an hour later, a tall black figure came in from outside the window, sneaked up to the bed, when the person approached, Qingyan raised an arrow and stabbed him, the person did not expect it to be so sudden, he took a look and let out a muffled sound Hmph, Qingyan felt familiar for a moment.

The sword has no eyes, Qingyan didn't think too much, the two fought for a few rounds, there was nothing but the light and shadow of the sword, but Er Ling soon heard the movement and kicked open the door!

"who!"

Self-reporting that he was a fool, the man bypassed Qingyan and pushed his elbow behind him, Qingyan staggered and rushed towards Er Ling, the man quickly jumped out of the window, Ling Jun immediately chased him out.

Zhuang Hansu on the bed has been sleeping peacefully, but now he couldn't touch the green salt with his hand, and he was about to cry immediately before he opened his eyes.

Qingyan came to his side, grabbed his hand, sat on the edge of the bed and said to Lingshan: "Go and check. When will we meet Lingdu?"

With the force value of the three of them, it is not enough, and only with Lingdu can I feel at ease.

Lingshan: "He may arrive in Nancheng before us."

"Tell him to look back for us, he has already been exposed." Qingyan said lightly: "We are going to Nancheng as soon as possible."

Afterwards, Qingyan started on a frantic journey, except for resting the horse, basically non-stop. After two days, Zhuang Hansu ran away and vomited.

Once he had a problem, he had to stop for a few more days, and Qingyan's patience became less and less, and he even had the urge to knock him out and drive away; but because his young master was as delicate as a flower, they encountered another sneak attack.

Besieged in the encirclement, the other party was wearing night clothes, and a dozen people were holding bright knives, which really gave Qingyan a headache.

With Qingyan's explosive skill, it's no problem to fight ten against one, but the target of these men in black is obviously Zhuang Hansu, who is stupid and foolish, and they didn't intend to hurt them at all; Can't come out; three pairs of dozens are not worth it, and their skills are not so sharp, plus they are very tired after driving all day, and they will soon be at a disadvantage.

Just in this over-consumption gap, a cold arrow pierced through the air and shot straight at Zhuang Hansu. Er Ling turned his back to them and didn't see it. The arrow feather was suddenly blocked by something when it was half a meter away from him, and the arrow tip changed direction and fell to the ground with a clang.

Who is helping them secretly?

Qingyan was suspicious, when a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, Lingdu soared into the air and dropped a sword to pierce the men in black who were raising their swords towards Qingyan, and within a short while, beat a dozen men in black into Voldemort.

Ling Jun said in surprise: "Lingdu!"

Qingyan nodded, and looked back at Zhuang Hansu who had been showing a frightened expression, "Are you okay?"

Zhuang Hansu shook his head in shock, looking terrified.

Lingshan: "Fortunately, I have you, they are too difficult to deal with."

Lingdu said, "Hurry up overnight."

The later they arrive in Nancheng, the less safe they will be. At least they still have shelter in Nancheng. In this wilderness, their whereabouts are exposed, and there must be endless hunting.

Fortunately, Lingdu was very skilled, so the next half month would occasionally make a fuss, and passed safely.

Finally, after a few days in a month, they came to the city that Qingyan had always been suspicious of—Nancheng.

Zhuang Hansu has a mansion in Nancheng, and I don't know what kind of mansion he bought in Nancheng as a northerner. Qingyan coaxed Zhuang Hansu to sleep at night, and it doesn't matter if he goes to the garden by himself, but he is extraordinarily awake even after traveling and traveling.

Qingyan unfolded the creed in her hand, and slowly brushed the words with her thumb, suddenly a piece of snow fell on the paper, Qingyan was stunned, and looked up at the sky.

Snowing.

Qingyan seldom feels his own emotions now, most of the time he is like a walking corpse, neither salty nor bland, tasteless; in contrast, irritability and impatience account for most of the time.

Even after drinking the ruthless water, occasionally I still miss the past when I was merciful, and try my best to record those days that made me happy, and engrave them firmly in my heart, so as to soothe my increasingly ruthless heart.

So at this time, he missed Yan Zhi even more.

"Daddy!"

Qingyan: "..."

He came out in less than a quarter of an hour!

Qingyan turned around, Zhuang Hansu was standing behind him barefoot and wearing a thin shirt timidly, "Daddy?"

Qingyan glanced at his feet, "Go into the house."

Zhuang Hansu walked up to him and grabbed his hand like a little girl, his handsome brows were innocently frowned, this little daughter-in-law aura really didn't match his face.

Zhuang Hansu: "Is Daddy together?"

Qingyan was helpless: "Father wants to stay by himself."

Zhuang Hansu: "I will accompany Daddy!"

Qingyan was silent for a moment, she really didn't want to worry about him, she turned around and pinched the note in her hand, "Can you let me live in peace even for a moment?"

From the first time we met, until now, there has been no moment.

He just won't let him go!

Until this moment, Qingyan suddenly felt an unbearable impulse caused by the status quo.

Zhuang Hansu sniffed behind her, as if she was about to cry; Qingyan suddenly turned around and walked towards the house, Zhuang Hansu hurriedly followed; returning to the room, Qingyan took off her cloak, Then came the outer robe and inner shirt, took off his boots with his upper body bare, sat on the bed and looked at him sideways; Zhuang Hansu thought he was going to sleep, so he rubbed against the bed, and was pulled into his arms by Qing Yan, Qing Yan Lie down according to the strength, let Zhuang Hansu press on him.

Qingyan: "Don't you want me? I'll give you a chance."

Zhuang Hansu had a childlike look on his stern face, staring at him with wide eyes, blinking for a while, not knowing what to say.

Qingyan: "I don't care if you're pretending or real, only this time."

Zhuang Hansu came back to his senses, he couldn't figure out what his father was going to do, so he wanted to cry, "Daddy..."

Qingyan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he didn't really care about these things now, he just wanted to verify the doubts in his heart, it didn't matter what really happened with Zhuang Hansu.

Seeing no reaction from Zhuang Hansu, Qing Yan turned over and pressed him under him, stretched out his hand to untie Zhuang Hansu's inner shirt; the first snow had arrived, he had just stood outside in thin clothes for a long time, and his whole body was already cold.

Qingyan unbuttoned the inner shirt, saw Zhuang Hansu's bewildered face, hooked her lips and said, "You really don't want me? Think about it."

After finishing speaking, Qingyan kissed Zhuang Hansu's cold lips, closed her eyes and kissed down again, and was about to put one hand into Zhuang Hansu's pants, when suddenly Zhuang Hansu pushed it away, and said in shock: "Daddy! "

Seeing that Zhuang Hansu still had the same expression, Qingyan was not firm enough.

Logically speaking, Zhuang Hansu's goal is him, and now he takes the initiative to deliver it to his door, if he is really not sick, why bother to pretend?

Qingyan decided to take another gamble, straddled Zhuang Hansu, and hugged Zhuang Hansu who was sitting up flesh to flesh, "Zhuang Hansu, are you really stupid? Or is it that your goal is not me?"

Qingyan: "You only need to say that you want me now, and I will not resist at all. I will do as you please."

Zhuang Hansu burst into tears suddenly, "Daddy, Su'er is so afraid of you..."

"Okay." Qingyan patted his head without sincerity to show comfort, got out of bed, put on his underwear and went back to lie down on the bed, "Go to sleep."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Zhuang Hansu stared at him cautiously for a long time, making sure that he would not suddenly get up and throw himself down, then put on his clothes and lay down beside him, took Qingyan's hand peacefully and fell asleep.

Qingyan opened her eyes, facing Shangzhuang Hansu's sleepy face, with a smile on her lips.

If it is pretending, it is inevitable that it will be a little bit better.

Qingyan suppressed the last bit of doubt in her heart, and fell asleep in a daze.