The carriage was gone for a night, until the next morning, Ning Lang woke up in the shaking of the carriage. The moment he woke up, he remembered his parents' words, and later fainted. He almost thought of this and jumped up instinctively, but because of the sudden jump, his head hit the carriage.

"Bang!"

"Hiss! It hurts so much!"

As a heavy sound came out, accompanied by his breathing and painful whimpering, he covered his forehead with one hand and looked at the boy in red with his hands wrapped around his chest and closed his eyes to rest. He became angry.

"Fengjiu! I said I won't go anymore, why should you bring me out? You actually went to encourage my parents to drug me? You, you, you are so despicable!" He stretched out his chubby finger and pointed at Fengjiu and cursed.

Feng Jiu slowly opened her eyes, her faint eyes were cold: "Ning Lang."

With just a glance, Ning Lang felt a sense of silence in his heart. He pointed at him and couldn't help but put down his hand. Even his eyes seemed to dodge. The anger turned into grievance. He curled his lips and sat down, turning his head away and refused to look at him.

"I said I won't go, why did you get me out? You still use such despicable means." He murmured in a low voice, but did not dare to point at him and scold him again.

Duan Ye, who was driving a carriage outside, felt slightly moved when he heard the movements inside the carriage. The longer he got along, the more he felt that he couldn't see through Fengjiu. Sometimes he felt that he was quite easy-going, as if he could say anything, but sometimes he felt that he had a weird personality and was not easy to get along with. When his face became cold, the aura on his body was very scary.

Under his instructions, he came obediently as the coachman, let alone Ning Xiaopang.

"Since you leave the house, you have to listen to me. Don't cause trouble for me if you have nothing to do, or don't blame me for dealing with you." She explained coldly, then closed her eyes and stopped looking at him.

Ning Lang opened his mouth several times, but he didn't say anything. He looked at Feng Jiu who was resting with his eyes closed, and thought to himself: He still won't argue with him anymore. When he finds an opportunity to escape, he doesn't believe that he can't go home anymore.

Thinking of this, he got down honestly, sat in the carriage and looked at the carriage, then picked up the curtain. Seeing Duan Ye wearing gray clothes, he couldn't help but laugh: "Duan Ye, what do you think you are wearing? A prince is not afraid of laughing when he is dressed like this."

Duan Ye looked back at him with a baby face, then glanced at Feng Jiu who was resting with his eyes closed, and said, "Stop mentioning my identity as a prince."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." He patted his shoulder, looked out, and asked, "Where are we going? I was sore all over in the carriage. When can I go to the inn to rest?"

"I will naturally call you when I arrive." He drove the carriage and accelerated.

Seeing this, Ning Lang did not speak anymore, retracted into the carriage and stared at Fengjiu, his mind turning quickly.

Until, about an hour later, they entered a town and came inside. Duan Ye found an inn and stopped the carriage, jumped out of the car, and then said to the two people in the car: "The inn has arrived."

Ning Lang jumped out immediately, his chubby body was quite sensitive. After getting off the carriage, he stretched out his waist and walked into the inn first: "Boss, come to three top-notch guest rooms."

Behind, Feng Jiu also got off the carriage, glanced at the chubby golden figure inside, and walked in.
Chapter completed!