That compartment.

Zhao Chonghuan finally escaped the good intentions of Magistrate Wang and said extremely happily: "Brother Zhang, you are simply my great savior!"

Zhang Si was both surprised and amused: "Your true savior is here!" He pouted and gestured for her to look under a willow tree not far away from the county office street.

Zhao Chonghuan looked intently, his heart suddenly suddenly involuntarily and inexplicably, and the tip of his eyebrows couldn't help but tremble————

The clear light was shining slantly, and the willows were leaning against the sky. The tall and erect man turned out to be Xie Changhuai. There was a young man in green clothes beside him, who was carrying a plain cloth bag in his hand.

Xie Changhuai changed out of the moon-white brocade robe he had worn in Zhaoqing Temple early in the morning, and changed into a sky-blue mandarin uniform. He wore soft anklets inlaid with jasper, and soft platinum-patterned boots. His whole body was upright and straight.

, the side hat is romantic, falling in the spring light like a majestic jade mountain, making people reluctant to turn away.

Passers-by on the road looked around, some even stared at him intently, and then almost bumped into the trees on the side of the road.

Sure enough, the beauty of a man is also a disaster!

Zhao Chonghuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He also saw her, her cold and indifferent eyes suddenly smiled, like a spring breeze gently moving on the water, ripples and long waves.

Zhao Chonghuan had just stepped forward when he heard Wei Huai's loud voice from behind: "Chonghuan, who is looking for you? Your elder brother?" Then his shoulders sank, and one of the guy's arms fell carelessly on her right shoulder.

superior.

Seeing this, the smile on Xie Changhuai's lips disappeared in an instant like clouds blown by the west wind.

Zhao Chonghuan subconsciously avoided Wei Huai, turned around and said with a smile: "I still have something to do, you can go with Fourth Brother Zhang and the others!"

Only then did Wei Huai notice the graceful figure of the handsome young master standing under the willow tree opposite.

He couldn't help but swallow. He was inexplicably afraid of Xie Changhuai. He stuttered a little: "Well, let's go first. What about that? I'll go to your house in the evening to find you and beat the horse!"

Zhao Chong smiled wildly: "Okay, come find me after you have had enough sleep and food! Azhao can play too!"

Wei Huai nodded happily, glanced at Xie Changhuai secretly, and quickly caught up with Zhang Si and the others.

After the rest of the crowd dispersed, Xie Changhuai walked over slowly. The boy still stood respectfully where he was.

He approached her and smiled softly at her: "I thought you should have left the office after not having a rest all night, but I still want to try my luck. It seems that Xie is very lucky today!"

His eyes were calm and unhurried, without any of the unfamiliar politeness of the first meeting this morning, and his words and tone made it seem as if they had known each other for a long time.

Maybe it was the consequence of the way she got to know him that was too special!

Before today, she and he were strangers who had never met before, like Gouchen and Fomalhaut looking into the distance, each settling down on a different trajectory, with no chance of meeting each other.

But at that moment of panic and pain in Zhaoqing Temple, she did not accept help from her most familiar colleague, but instead entrusted all her trust to the man in front of her. Such an indescribable trust is still puzzling to her.

Trust may come from seeing him focus on rescuing Liu Chengzong, or from his slender hand that ran over to hold her wrist without hesitation, or from a moment of unconventionality in destiny...

She actually couldn't explain clearly what she really meant, but this person silently made her reveal her mask, made her reveal her predicament, and even shared her secrets.

A branch of spring flies by, I hate the east wind, and people are as far away as the sky!

Zhao Chonghuan's mind suddenly reappeared in the Qingqing poem that Liu Wenqing gave to Gu Hui. He still remembered the trance in her heart when she suddenly caught his eye, and the moment in her heart when she saw him again.

Inexplicable movement.

She knew that this person made her feel uneasy for a moment.

In just a short moment, her mind had already traveled a long way over ridges and mountains, winding paths leading to secluded places.

Soon, she gathered her thoughts and quickly raised her hands to salute respectfully: "Thank you, my dear husband, for being polite!"

"Call my cousin, Chang Huai! It doesn't have to be that we have a long-term relationship with each other. It always makes me feel as old-fashioned as Jia Pingzhang!" Xie Changhuai raised the corners of his lips and joked.

Zhao Chonghuan lowered his eyes and smiled, nodding slightly.

"How about I call you back to the illusion?"

His smooth voice suddenly dropped a few degrees, and for a moment the word "Chong Huan" was like a breeze sweeping over Youhuang, grinding her ears rustlingly, making her heart stagger.

For the first time since she was little, she felt that her ordinary name could be pronounced so beautifully.

"Ahem, you can do whatever you want!" She tugged at her sleeves and hem, pretending to be casual, "Jushi Liu's case has just passed the court trial! Mr. Wang is letting us take a bath and go back to rest!"

Xie Changhuai's eyes seemed to have shone like spring light, looking at her with a smile as she ruffled her untidy soap clothes, and there was not even a hint of joy in her expression.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

All gentlemen: My sister is also very happy to see Mr. Changhuai flirting with the girl. Hehe! If you want to see Mr. Changhuai flirting with the girl more, sprinkle some more beans for your sister. If you are a rich man, give me a reward. If not, just give me the red sleeves.

Save the money to read my sister’s book!

Cute historical trivia: Gouchen and Fomalhaut are the North Star and the southern star respectively.

Disclaimer: This story is not scumbag or bloody, but sometimes love is a sacrifice that must be made under the righteousness of family and country, so a little cutie very prophetically said that this story seems sad, but in fact, if the country is not the country, the family is not the family, the sword is not the best.
Chapter completed!