In the early February, the cold rain floats like fog. Although it will not wet people, it is extremely wet, cold and cold.
He took a car for a while, looked at the dark sky, took a grease-paper umbrella from the carriage and sat down in front of the frame.
He opened the umbrella and supported it on her head: "My little lady, I'll cover it up, I'm sick."
Minglanruo saw that he still called her little lady, but she didn't care. She just pulled the reins steadily and nodded: "Thank you."
"Dadada..." The carriage ran towards the small road, crushing the grass leaves on the roadside, and the empty mountains were silent.
Scholar Yin sat aside, looking quietly at the woman beside him from the corner of his eyes.
The thin rain and mist filled her bright eyebrows and eyes, and the soft hair brushed across her soft white cheeks.
The wind was filled with the fragrance of leaves and water, and... the fragrance of herbal medicine between her hair.
Scholar Yin looked at the dark and gloomy sky and silently bent his scarlet lips.
In the mountains, he and her were the only two. This silence and silence calmed his heart, which seemed to be burning in venom and blood forever.
It would be great if this moment could last forever.
There are only scholar Hidden and little lady in this world, which are also excellent.
......
I don’t know how long it took to run until the moonlight came to the treetops. Ming Lanruo suddenly pulled the reins, stopped the car, and jumped down.
The scholar Yin looked around the dark forest and thoughtfully: "There is no small road here, is the little lady planning to walk at night?"
Ming Lanruo nodded: "We want to go to the palace from a small road, and there will be a prince who will intercept our troops on the main road."
Shushen Yin nodded and got out of the car with his bag.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Ming Lanruo suddenly running forward a few steps, standing under a huge old tree, looking up and wondering what he was looking at.
He followed her, but saw her suddenly jumping a few times, reaching out to pick something in the leaves, without knowing what to pick, without any image of a noble girl.
He bent his delicate and slender eyebrows and stood behind her and asked gently, "Is the little lady hungry, picking fruits? Do you want to help me?"
This little lady is not in the palace or in the capital, she has no restraints, but she is cute...
Ming Lanruo turned around and excitedly pressed the things in his hand in front of his nose: "I don't want to eat them. Look, there is such a big treasure in Tangquan Mountain!!"
Then, he saw a fat yellow-patterned spider lying on her palm, with a ferocious hairy head slamming against his delicate nose.
The big spider's eight bristle legs suddenly hugged his nose, and the eight scarlet eyes stared at him angrily.
The Yin Shusheng's face turned pale: "..."
Gudong!
Shushou Yin fell to the ground silently, and others were gone.
Ming Lanruo was empty in front of her. She looked down at the young scholar who fainted on the ground, carrying the fat spider, and looked confused: "Hey, what's wrong?"
The fat spider twisted his body angrily: "......"
Few people know that the head of the East Factory of Shura, the world, is full of blood, but in this life, he has a lot of eyes and insects with more than eight legs.