Chapter 868

He drove smoothly enough, and there were not many bumps along the way. Song Ningyu still suffered such fatigue.

Gong zilinzheng was tied to the carriage with a gloomy face. He sat at the window and looked gloomy. When he saw Lian Qing blowing open the window, his eyes suddenly brightened. He was a Tang emperor. He was drugged and tied to get married. It was a great humiliation of the royal family!

Lianqing naturally won't tell song Ningyu about Gong Zilin's marriage. She deliberately shouted to song Ningyu, "the wedding car next door is the one the childe wants to marry to the Xiao family."

Gong Zilin listened to song Ningyu for a long time, but he didn't see what song Ningyu said. He gritted his teeth and lay in the carriage. The old man sitting on the side touched the black-and-white beard on his chest, laughing with dignity and joy.

"This is a rope made of thousand year Python skin. If it moves, it will only be more and more tight. The soft tendons in the childe's body are scattered. It's better to be safe."

"I'd like to get married! Untie me." Gong Zilin was calm and gnashing his teeth.

The two carriages were no more than two meters apart. Song Ningyu heard what Gong Zilin said. She was a little surprised. Where did the man she saw as a backing go?

The old man seemed hesitant. He looked at Gong Zilin and smiled: "don't want to escape, young master. As I know, people in the Tang clan are chasing young master everywhere. If you want to join our Xiao family, you will be safe."

On Gong Zilin's gloomy face, there was a strong murderous spirit: "I always mean what I say! Untie, antidote!" it was something that belonged to the superior for many years. The old man was stunned by the powerful deterrent. He soon became more divine and laughed more and more strongly.

"Since you say so, I can trust you!" he pointed out. The python skin loosened from Gong Zilin's body and a pill bounced into his mouth. Gong Zilin only felt that his strength was returning bit by bit.

The elder of the Xiao family was not afraid that he would run away. He just sat in the carriage and looked at him with a smile. His tone was as calm as looking at his own child: "don't worry, your lovely lady is in the carriage behind. Someone will not treat her badly if she is served."

Gong Zilin had a black face: "that's not my wife! There's only one wife!"

The elder of Xiao nationality touched his beard, looked at Gong Zilin suspiciously, and said calmly: "although the girl in the wheelchair is lame and blind, her strength can not be underestimated. If compared with you, she will win you..."

Lame... Blind? What is he talking about?

Gong Zilin's heart was in a flash of panic. He seemed to find something between lightning and flint. No wonder she was always in a wheelchair and someone had to hold her in and out. No wonder she had to be handed over to others to eat recently

It's his fault that he didn't even see such a simple problem! It turned out that he was the unqualified one!

He muttered with trembling lips and his eyes looked at the old man in front of him, as if he couldn't believe it: "you said she... Lame and blind? How could it be?"

The carriage ran fast and stopped at a post station. Song Ningyu was a little tired. Ouyang stopped the carriage, glanced at the green bamboo Inn, got into the carriage and tried to hold song Ningyu out, but someone had squeezed into the carriage first. His eyes were red and looked at Song Ningyu.

When he reached out and shook in front of song Ningyu, Lianqing didn't make any more noise. She knew that Gong Zilin might have guessed everything.

Ouyang Huo was silent for a while, got out of the carriage and took the wheelchair out of the back car. Gong Zilin gently held her and put her on the wheelchair as carefully as a treasure.

Song Ningyu thought it was Ouyang Huo. She raised a faint smile and joked, "if you hold it so light, I should fall down if I move a little."

Gong Zilin sobbed and opened his mouth. He couldn't say anything. He looked at the silly woman who had borne everything alone in front of him. He was in pain. He believed it. He really thought she had something to do with Ouyang Huo. He even compared song Ningyu with the woman who only pretended to be soft and weak all day!

That woman can't even compare with one of her hair!

Ouyang Huo said something before Gong Zilin, with a smile in his tone: "no wonder I'm light. You're as thin as bean sprouts. I'm afraid you'll be gone if you're heavy."

Gong Zilin pushed her wheelchair and walked steadily towards the green bamboo post house. The waiter was busy inside. His figure flashed around like flying. Seeing so many people coming at the door, he suddenly smiled at the sun and flashed Lian Qing. He just felt a twinkle!

"Oh, my guest, please come in. Would you like to know whether you are top or stay?"

Lian Qing looked at Gong Zilin and said lightly, "my home... The master has been busy all day and is very tired. Waiter, give me three good guest rooms."

Song Ningyu said suspiciously, "two is enough. Why three?"

Gong Zilin was delighted, but song Ningyu said, "do you want to sleep alone and enjoy the taste of freedom?"

The waiter looked at the four Inns strangely, stared at them and asked them upstairs. Gong Zilin picked up song Ningyu. As the waiter went upstairs, there were only two floors here. Although it was a little smaller, it was extremely simple and elegant. It would be reasonable to say that it was the upper room here.

Gong Zilin took song Ningyu into the room and put her carefully on the bed. Song Ningyu frowned slightly: "I'm a little hungry. Please put me in a wheelchair."

Ouyang fire stood aside and spit out two words: "no harm."

Song Ningyu was slightly stunned. He didn't know why. He always felt that this breath was not from Ouyang fire. Ouyang fire's breath was as warm as fire, rather than a faint, slightly cold smell of Begonia flowers.

Lianqing hurried to round up the scene: "well, the maid has asked the waiter to send food. You'd better eat something and go to sleep."

Gong Zilin pursed his thin lips and said nothing, but his eyes were red. He looked at Song Ningyu sitting at the table and stretched out his hand to explore the chopsticks. Sometimes he would lie on the wrong place, sometimes on his nose, sometimes on his chin, so that his delicate face was full of rice grains.

It should have been funny, but Gong Zilin felt very sad. He was surrounded by a deep love. He even felt distressed to breathe.

Ouyang Huo looked at Song Ningyu, yawned and said in a caring soft voice, "you eat and have a good rest, I'll be next door. If you have something, just shout."

One side of Gong Zilin took some vegetables for her. Song Ningyu lay down in his mouth, frowned slightly and said, "Lianqing, why do you always bring balsam pear to me?"

Lian Qing patted Gong Zilin's hand and apologized to song Ningyu with some anger: "ah, I just saw a good-looking man walking past the window. I'll clip it again."