The glamorous attack was forced to be indifferent

At a quarter of the next day, a canopy carriage drove out of Zangzhou City.

The mountains and forests along the road were lush and lush, but it was not much different from the usual scenery of living in a bamboo hut. Shu Qingyan felt a little sleepy after pulling up the curtains and looking at it for a while.

He often dreams at night, and when he wakes up, sometimes he knows what the dream is and sometimes he doesn't know what it is. Today he got up early and set off, and he always lacked sleep.

Xie Yichao, who was also in the same carriage, caught the fallen man, pillowed him on his lap, and covered him with a thin quilt.

He leaned back against the wall of the car, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

The calm didn't last long, and the person who had been obediently in his lap fell into a nightmare, raving.

"No..." The other party was sleeping extremely unsteadily, frowning tightly, shaking his head as if trying to break free.

Xie Yichao pointed his finger on the forehead, a faint white light lit up, and the flustered and excited people calmed down a lot.

"Don't be afraid." Xie Yichao whispered, completely brushing away the fear visible to the naked eye.

The familiar scene happened again.

Xie Yichao's waist was hugged, and the hands that grabbed him restlessly pushed and shoved, sending back a good touch into the subconscious, which made Shu Qingyan's expression relax a little in his sleep.

"Sleep peacefully." Xie Yichao wiped off the cold sweat from Shu Qingyan's temples, "I'm here."

His words fell, and the hands clinging tightly to him loosened.

Xie Yichao watched silently, his expression mixed with a touch of coldness, the dark light and shadow in the usually bright peach blossom eyes fluctuated up and down, and his slender knuckles lightly tapped on the wooden lattice beside him, and there were casual sounds.

The wheels of the moving carriage rubbed against the ground, making a short noise, and finally stopped.

"Master, can you rest here for a while?" The driver's words came from outside the curtain.

Immediately, there was a faint affirmation from Mu Lian.

The carriage was parked in a shady place where the sun could not reach, with a wide view nearby, facing the mountain wall.

Xie Yichao hesitated whether to wake Shu Qingyan up, but the other party woke up first, and after realizing the reality that he was lying on his lap, his cheeks suddenly turned red.

"That...sorry, I..." Shu Qingyan wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.

Xie Yichao: "It's okay, you don't have to be so cautious, it's nothing for men to rely on their thighs."

Shu Qingyan opened his mouth, it's hard to say what's going on between men, he himself is an example.

"Get out of the car." Xie Yichao said.

The groom they hired was a man with more than 30 years of experience in driving horse-drawn carriages. His surname was Yang, and everyone called him Yang Zi.

The 48-year-old Yang Zi still looks strong, his bronzed skin reveals a healthy luster, and he is cleaning up a muddy field where he can temporarily rest.

"Hello, master." Yang Zi greeted his employer when he saw his employer get off the car, "I'm tired of traveling, so I have to eat some food that is easy to carry. I hope you don't dislike it, sir." He thought for a while and added, "I can meet a village before evening. , then you can have hot rice.”

Xie Yichao glanced at the dry food in Yang Zi's hand and shook his head: "Just clean up the place where you live, and I'll eat what you want."

Yang Zi was stunned for a moment, and immediately nodded in response.

And Shu Qingyan, who happened to get out of the car, saw pots, pans, and even a stove popping out of nowhere in the open space.

"..." Shu Qingyan.

Xie Yichao rolled up his sleeves and started to prepare to eat.

He cut a piece of bacon, which he bought yesterday, and boiled water.

I took another handful of wild vegetables to clean, and cut the tofu into pieces, just as the water boiled.

Throw the tofu and wild vegetable bacon into the water, cover and cook, and another pot is also fired to make mapo tofu.

Sprinkled with wild shallots, perfect.

It's too late to cook the rice now, so Xie Yichao made a compromise to get a few pieces of steamed buns.

He and the groom were very busy, and Shu Qingyan, who was a little leisurely, went to see the hen pheasant, and fed him water and lingmi.

Soon, dinner was served.

Xie Yichao took out the chair and table and put them in the field that Yang Zi, the groom, had tidied up. Yang Zi originally wanted to refuse but was persuaded. After all, he didn't dare to sit at the same table with the two masters, and brought a big bowl of vegetables and steamed buns by himself. Eating near the carriage.

It is really beautiful to be able to eat hot meals on the way. Although he is used to suffering, Yang Zi can't help but show a happy face, while eating, he looks comfortably at the endless mountains and forests in the distance.

Mapo tofu is really a meal, even though it is a bit spicy, Shu Qingyan still ate a lot, not only the bowl of bacon and wild vegetable tofu soup was drunk, but also the steamed buns digested a whole two and a half yuan, which made me full.

But a piece of steamed bun is only half the size of Xie Yichao's palm, and the skin is not thick, so it won't burst the stomach like last time.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Shu Qingyan put down the bowl and chopsticks and said shyly.

Regarding his lack of appetite, Xie Yichao frowned, didn't say anything, just said: "Just like it."

After rest, start again.

Sure enough, as Yang Zi said, he came to a village before evening, stayed overnight, and continued on his way.

Ten days later, Pan Lin Town.

After finding a good place to live.

Xie Yichao settled the travel expenses with Yang Zi and happily ended the employment relationship.

Yang Zi smiled and said: "I wish the master a smooth life, and I wish the two masters a long life."

Xie Yichao raised his eyebrows.

"The little old man has been traveling all over the world for many years. He once heard a story told by a businessman. A rich lady wanted to marry and run away. As a husband and wife, but reincarnated and forgotten, slaves and servants are reincarnated as other wives, rich girls become men, by accident, they get a thousand gold, and they remain unmarried for life.”

Yang Zi sighed deeply, he knew a lot and didn't mind being male or female.

"I hope that all lovers in the world will get married in the end. Only when you don't lose can you know how to cherish."

Xie Yichao's heart moved: "What about the groom in the story?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Zi looked slightly surprised: "Naturally he was killed."

"Is the jade you are wearing given to you by a storyteller?" Xie Yichao asked.

Yang Zi: "How do you know?" Suddenly, he knew that his employer this time was not an ordinary person, and it was no big deal to be able to calculate something, "Then is there something wrong with this jade? The little old man has worn it for many years. , never had an accident or illness.”

Xie Yichao smiled: "It's a good piece of jade, you'd better not sell it unless you have to. Ordinary people can't see your jade, so you can rest assured that you won't be guilty of it."

After chatting a few words, the groom Yang Zi went back home.

Xie Yichao watched the groom's back.

"As for..." His expression darkened, and Shu Qingyan's face appeared in his mind, "I will never let go of what I want."

But, is it really what he wants?He's not sure yet.

The scale of Panlin Town is half the size of the county seat, and the population is quite large. Due to unknown secrets, the inn is full. Xie Yichao bought a small independent courtyard with a lot of money, which is located on the outskirts of the town.

Before Xie Yichao returned to the courtyard, Shu Qingyan had already tidied up the two bedrooms, and the pots and pans in the kitchen were neatly arranged.

After all, once you step into cultivation, you can still use simple spells.

There is also a hundred-year-old tree in the courtyard, which grows lush and wanton.

Shu Qingyan stayed under the cover of a hundred-year-old tree, and when she heard the babbling sound of the door being pushed open, she stopped in the process of wiping the tea set.

He raised his head to see the person coming, his bland expression became vivid, his thin and moist lips slightly raised an arc: "You are back."

Like a cup of herbal tea in a hot summer day, it is plain but soaks into the hearts of the people.

"Well, I'm back." Xie Yichao.