In early February, the cold rain fell like mist. Although it didn't get people wet, it was extremely wet and cold.
He sat in the carriage for a while, looked at the gloomy sky, took an oil-paper umbrella from the carriage and sat down in front of the carriage.
He opened an umbrella and held it over her head: "Little lady, you'd better cover yourself up. You're sick."
Ming Lanruo looked at him and still called her "little lady", but she didn't mind. She just held the horse's rein steadily and nodded: "Thank you."
"Da da da..." The carriage galloped towards the path, crushing the grass and leaves on the roadside, and the empty mountain was silent.
The hidden scholar sat aside and looked quietly at the woman beside him from the corner of his eye.
The fine rain and mist covered her beautiful eyebrows, and the soft hair brushed her soft white cheeks.
The wind was always filled with the fragrance of leaves and water, and... the fragrance of herbs in her hair.
The hidden scholar looked towards the dark and gloomy sky, silently curling up the corners of his scarlet lips.
There were only two of him and her in this mountain. The emptiness and quiet calmed down his heart that seemed to be forever burning with venom and blood.
It would be great if this moment could last forever.
There are only hidden scholars and young ladies in this world, and they are also excellent.
...
I don't know how long I ran until the moonlight began to rise above the treetops. Ming Lanruo suddenly pulled the reins, stopped the car, and jumped out.
The hidden scholar looked around at the dark forest and thought thoughtfully: "There is no path here. Are you planning to walk at night?"
Ming Lanruo nodded: "We are going to the palace on the small road, and the prince will intercept and kill our troops on the main road."
Scholar Yin nodded and got out of the car with his baggage.
When he raised his head, he saw Ming Lanruo suddenly running forward a few steps and standing under a huge old tree. He raised his head and didn't know what he was looking at.
He followed her, only to see her suddenly jump a few times and reach out her hands to pick something among the leaves. She had no image of a noble lady.
He curved his delicate and slender eyebrows, stood behind her and asked gently: "Young lady is hungry and you are picking fruits? Can you help me?"
This little lady is not in the palace or the capital, and she is cute without restraints...
Ming Lanruo turned around and excitedly shoved the thing in her hand in front of his nose: "I'm not willing to eat it. Look, there is such a big treasure in Tangquan Mountain!!"
Then, he saw a palm-sized plump yellow-striped spider lying in her palm, with its ferocious hairy head poking at his delicate nose.
The big spider's eight bristly legs suddenly hugged his nose, and its eight scarlet eyes stared at him angrily.
The hidden scholar's face turned pale: "..."
Gudong!
The hidden scholar fell to the ground softly and silently, and the others were gone.
Ming Lanruo's eyes were empty. She looked down at the fainted young scholar on the ground, carrying a fat spider, with a confused look on her face: "Hey, what's going on?"
The fat spider twisted his body angrily: "..."
Few people know that the governor of Dongchang, the human Shura, has bloody hands, but what he hates most in this life is having a bunch of eyes and insects with more than eight legs.
Well, if you touch it, your hair will explode or you will faint. This chapter has been completed!