The convoy continued to stagger forward.

Lin Feilu buried his neck for a long time before finally calming her heartbeat and breath. She secretly raised her eyes and looked at him firmly. Her straight and handsome face, and a few words hummed from the tip of her nose: "Do your legs numb?"

Song Jinglan's fingers stroked her vest one after another, and her tone showed a pleasant laziness, "No, the princess is very light."

Lin Feilu: "Oh, I'm irritated."

He laughed, his arm passed through her knees and hugged her upwards. Lin Feilu originally thought he was going to put himself down, but who knew that he just hugged her and changed direction.

Then she found herself in a position of kneeling on his legs facing him.

He pinched her waist with his hand and hugged the person forward, and asked leisurely: "What about this?"

Lin Feilu was so ashamed.

The light-colored tassel long skirt was spread on both sides, and her face was blushing and her heart beat. If someone else saw it, she would really say, "What a foolish look like, the picture of a lewd man in the sky, the picture is lustful!"

She twisted her hands twice, and covered her face with a little collapse: "Let me down, hurry up!"

The person in front of him just laughed, pressed her into his arms, and gently touched the back of her head: "But I want to get closer to the princess." Before she could speak, he whispered: "I haven't seen her for a few years. I'm worried that the princess is unfamiliar with me, so she can't eat and sleep well all the way."

Lin Feilu suspected that there was something wrong with his ear, otherwise how could he hear a little aggrieved from his voice?

She moved her feet, adjusted her posture slightly so that she could bury it in his arms more comfortably, and then slowly said, "Okay, then I'll give you another half of incense sticks."

Song Jinglan smiled in his voice: "Thank you, Princess."

However, the closeness of the body seemed to really help reduce the sense of distance. She buried her chest and listened to the heavy and powerful heartbeat. The cramps and tension that had just happened to have completely disappeared.

It seems like they have never been separated for so long.

It seems that they have always been so close.

It seems that no matter whether he is a proton or an emperor, she can do whatever she wants in front of him.

She turned her head to his chest, raised her hand to touch the dark red lines on his collar, and her tone had completely relaxed: "You came to pick me up secretly, what should I do if the government affairs in the court are doing? Will your subjects call me a disaster in the future?"

Song Jinglan pinched her soft neck, and the smile in her voice was lazy: "They dare not."

Lin Feilu sighed and acted on his own: "Hey, the ministers thought, for the sake of a mere princess, this Majesty gave up the opportunity to unify the world, and he would still favor the six palaces after marrying it. The spring night is short and the day is high, and from then on, the king will not be in court early, and he will be a sin."

Song Jinglan kneaded the fingers on the back of her neck and paused. After a while, he smiled and repeated: "The spring night is short, don't you go to court early?"

Lin Feilu: "?"

Wait, did I read the wrong poem, right?

Song Jinglan raised his hand and held her fingers playing with her collar, put them on her lips and kissed her, her voice very gentle: "Since the princess has already arranged the future, I will be disrespectful."

Lin Feilu who dug a hole for himself: "…………”

She pulled her hand back in shame and angrily, and when she raised her legs, she jumped off him: "Time is up!"

Song Jinglan looked at her with some regret: "Can't you delay the time?"

Lin Feilu puts on her hips: "No!"

Song Jinglan: "Okay, then I will come back tomorrow."

Lin Feilu: "?"

Xiaopiao has changed, he has really changed.

He wasn't so shameless before.

She ran to the corner angrily, picked up the unfinished travel notes on the carpet and continued to read. Song Jinglan didn't follow him this time, and sat opposite him and looked at her with his hands on his forehead and smiled. The gaze was clearly gentle, but it was burning when it fell on her.

Lin Feilu couldn't read the book, put it on his legs, and said angrily: "I'm going out to ride a horse!"

Of course she knew that as a princess in marriage, she could not show up at will on the road to getting married. She just wanted to try how much Xiaopiao could be tolerant to herself.

...

Ten minutes later, Lin Feilu got on the tall and handsome dark horse.

Song Jinglan sat behind her with the reins, wrapped her arms around her arms, and walked on the left side of the team.

Not everyone in the Thousand People's Mission knew that His Holiness was coming. At first glance, he saw Princess Yong'an leaving the carriage and riding on the same horse with a man, and his posture was so intimate that he widened his eyes in shock.

After seeing who the man was clearly seen, his expression quickly turned into fear and he quickly withdrew his gaze.

Chen Yao followed them with four guards as protection. The team of brides could not see at first glance and drove slowly on the wasteland.

The wilderness is boundless and the white clouds are lingering. Lin Feilu has been bored in the carriage for too long. At this time, riding a horse and blowing the wind, she feels a lot more comfortable all over her body. She leans in his arms and complains in a low voice: "It's not comfortable to sit in the carriage at all!"

In fact, the carriage was much more comfortable than what she had before. It was big and spacious, covered with soft carpets, and people could walk and roll in it, just like a moving small RV.

But she just wanted to get angry with him for no reason.

Song Jinglan gently pressed her chin against her head and said in a gentle voice: "I will come out to ride a horse every day from now on."

Lin Feilu thought for a while and said, "When we arrive at a place with a city, can we take a day off before leaving? I heard that every place in your Song Kingdom has its own specialty food, and I want to try it."

Song Jinglan smiled and said, "Okay."

I heard Chen Yao say that he would take 20 days, but she was all in awe, but now she feels that 20 days seem to be not long at all. With him accompanying him, eating, drinking and playing along the way is like traveling on the road, which is simply too good.

Hey, is this just a honeymoon before getting married?

She happily imagined the next honeymoon trip, and asked him nervously: "You are not in a hurry to go back to the palace, are you?"

Song Jinglan said: "Don't worry, the princess can play as long as she wants."

Lin Feilu half turned around, tilted her head to look at him, with a meaningful expression, and her eyes clearly said: You still said that you are not a fool!

Song Jinglan nodded in a good manner: "Well, I am."

Lin Feilu stopped doing it again: "You are a fool, so what am I going to be? You are not!"

Song Jinglan: "Okay, I'm not."

Lin Feilu pulled his hanging wide sleeves: "Xiao Song, can you have some bottom line?"

Song Jinglan laughed, lowered his head and kissed her moving little head, and said warmly: "The princess is my bottom line."

Oops, the deer was killed.

The convoy drove until evening before coming to a very barren border town. The border between the two countries has always been easy to fight, so it is always desolate. Having a small town has been the product of years of peace between Song and Lin.

The delegation quickly cleaned a small courtyard and was the place for His Majesty and the Princess tonight. Although according to the rules, the princess and His Majesty should not live in the same place before they got married, but seeing His Majesty's appearance of favoring Princess Yong'an along the way, the official felt that if he did not arrange the two of them together, he might lose his head when he woke up tomorrow morning.

However, the rules were not broken. Although they were in the same courtyard, they had two rooms organized.

Dividing a house and living is their last stubbornness under fear!

When Song Jinglan took Lin Feilu's hand and walked in, the officials on both sides shivered and observed His Majesty's expression. He felt relieved when he saw that the two rooms did not show any unhappy expression.

The farmhouse yard is divided into main houses and side houses. There is a difference between superiors and inferiors. Naturally, His Majesty lives in the main house and the princess lives in the side houses. However, the two houses are arranged very comfortable, so the officials are waiting. As a result, after just two steps, Princess Yong'an said, "I want to sleep in that big house."

Everyone took a breath of air conditioning. Before they could finish sucking, they heard His Majesty reply warmly: "Okay."

The officials once again refreshed their understanding of His Majesty.

They are all witnesses of Song Jinglan's murder of his father and seize the throne. His fear of this Majesty has been deeply engraved in his bones over the years, but this is the first time he has seen him look so gentle and patient.

In fact, at the beginning, Song Jinglan chose to marry Dalin, but there were still many complaints in the court.

Just like Yongguo’s idea, the place where His Majesty was imprisoned could only be completely eliminated.

But in the end, all those who made these sounds disappeared.

Later, everyone felt that His Majesty said "as long as Princess Yong'an" was just an alliance method made by Song and Lin for Yong's country. After all, everyone knew that His Majesty was not good at women. He had never set foot in the harem in the years since he ascended the throne. All the beauties in the palace were chosen by the Queen Mother.

At first, the Empress Dowager had to choose one every year, and the daughters of each family were willing to enter the palace. After all, His Majesty was young, promising and extremely handsome. Who would not want him to be lucky when he saw him? Moreover, there was no position in the harem, and the four concubines, two nobles and one queen were all empty, which was simply jealous.

As a result, year after year, not only was no one favored, but the bodies of beautiful women were sent out of the palace from time to time.

I heard that those who died were restless, and they didn't seem to be ruthless when they killed the court officials without blinking.

Later, the families gradually stopped their minds of entering the palace to compete for favor, and knew that this Majesty was different from the other side. He only had ambition and power desire, and his temperament was unstable. Everyone in the palace was in danger, so how could he dare to send his daughter to the palace?

That's not what it means to send it to the palace, it's called to send life.

Now the beauties who survived in the palace are as quiet as chickens, returning to the group to keep warm, having no desires or demands, and just wanting to live.

Such a Majesty actually responds to Princess Yong'an and obeys everything. It is more than just surprising, but it is simply shocking.

However, this Princess Yong'an was a little too pampered. She relied on His Majesty's favor and dared to ask for any request. If she continued to be so pampered and would make His Majesty dislike her, her life would be over.

The officials all sighed silently in their hearts as Princess Yong'an ran into the big house happily.

After the convoy was camping, Lin Feilu took a comfortable bath after dinner, and finally felt that she was alive. When Song Jinglan came over, she had just changed her clothes and her hair was not dry. She was wet and drooping on her back, and water droplets dripped from her forehead.

Song Jinglan took the handkerchief from Song Yu's hand and pulled her to her side. While wiping her hair, she asked with a smile: "There is a fairy lake not far away. Does the princess want to go and see it?"

Lin Feilu supported her chin and asked, "Is there a fairy in Fairy Lake?"

He gently brushed the end of her hair, his eyes focused: "You'll know if you go and take a look."

She pouted, "But I don't want to ride a horse." After a pause, she said, "I don't want to walk, I'm so tired."

Song Jinglan laughed softly, and after helping her wipe her hair, he leaned over and hugged the person horizontally.

Lin Feilu blinked, her hands wrapped around her neck, and asked knowingly: "What are you doing?"

Song Jinglan looked down and didn't say anything. He only smiled in his eyes and looked at her.

Lin Feilu gradually felt guilty under his deep eyes.

Is she too artificial?

Alas, she didn't know before that she had the potential to become a sperm when she fell in love.
Chapter completed!