Chapter 565

"Xiaoqing, you don't have to take so many things. If you need to take them to the western capital, let them send them." So she wants to go back by herself? She is not afraid of tiredness. Are the two sheep not afraid?

Shen Qing thought that there were a lot of caravans from anling county to the west capital. It was feasible for them to send them or send someone to send them.

If Zhao xuanzhi didn't have to follow her, she could go back from the official road by car.

But a person's journey is such a bumpy long journey Shen Qing thought about it, but let it go. It's better to go back.

The reason why he had to climb the mountain this time was not only for the sake of speed, but also for Zhao xuanzhi's special status. Taking the official road, he was not only easy to attract the attention of the Xiling Kingdom, but also easy to be found by the detailed work of the northern boundary.

In this case, Shen Qing left the two sheep and the burden in her hand. She gave it to Liu Yue and asked her to leave with Zhao xuanzhi.

Zhao xuanzhi looked at Shen Qing's thin shoulder and asked, "why don't we leave this together?"

"I can't wait for them to deliver them, and carrying them is not too heavy. It doesn't matter." Shen Qing said carelessly.

In her previous life, she often went mountain climbing or hiking with her friends. The journey was longer than this. Who didn't carry a bag!

What's more, there are backpacks such as carrying tents. That one is much heavier than this one.

Zhao xuanzhi still didn't understand. When he went abroad, the most he could do was to carry a change of clothes, and he never took the rest.

Do women like to bring a lot of things when they go out? He saw his mother go to the banquet, and she would be back in half a day. She had to bring two dresses, two sets of jewelry and some other things in the car.

Most of the time, these things are not used, but often go out, she will still take them.

Take another look at Shen Qing. She takes less than her mother when she goes out. In this way, Zhao xuanzhi understood and relieved.

"Give it to me, I'll carry it on my back." Zhao xuanzhi said, then reached out to pick the burden on Shen Qing's shoulder.

Shen Qing looked up at him and saw that he was tall and strong, but he was empty, so she was not polite to him. She took off the burden and handed it to him.

Zhao xuanzhi thinks that the burden is just something like clothes and jewelry, which can weigh a lot. But when I took it over, I realized that this small cloth bag is really not light, and the contents should be real goods.

However, no matter how heavy the burden is, it is insignificant to him.

At first, they walked side by side. When they reached the middle of the mountain, Zhao xuanzhi obviously felt that Shen Qing couldn't keep up with his feet.

Was yesterday's picking tired her, or did she walk too fast?

After slowing down a little, Shen Qing was able to walk shoulder to shoulder with herself again.

Zhao xuanzhi looked down at Shen Qing, and saw that her small face was red and tired, her forehead exuded a layer of sweat, her mouth was slightly open, and her breath was a little short.

And her pace also felt a little harder than when she just went up the mountain.

Involuntarily, Zhao xuanzhi grabs Shen Qing's left hand and takes two quick steps to pull her up the mountain.

Shen Qing was stunned. The sudden grip in her hand made her feel tight, but she relaxed.

His hands, big, rough, and Shouldn't men's hands be hot? It's like Mo Huan's. But his hand, why even in summer, is still a little cool.

Cool feeling, let already some tired Shen Qing, like touch the spring, have so comfortable for a while.

Looking up at Zhao xuanzhi, I saw his eyes looking forward, thin lips and facial nerves Nervous, and the root of the ear, it is a suspicious red.

Nervous?! Shy?! Ha ha, no wonder his hands are so cold. He is embarrassed.

It's a pity that his concubine has never touched a woman.

Yes, he always likes men. It's not right. It should be said that he only likes Mo Huan all the time.

Is he not a comrade, but a double? Or simply take Mo Huan as a woman.

Well, it's very promising. Not to mention Zhao xuanzhi, a man of iron and square blood, even himself, will often be confused by Mo Huan's coquettish appearance.

If you are a man, you may be bent by him every minute.

Ah Why do you think of Mo Huan again!

Both of them were silent. Shen Qing was led by Zhao xuanzhi, but she was a little uncomfortable.

His hand always reminds her of Mo Huan and his warm hands, which can not only warm her hands, but also warm her heart.

No, no! No matter how warm his hands are, they are going to warm others now, which has nothing to do with themselves.

And now the big hand, even if he is cold, is his own.

Once did not cherish Mo Huan, later, let yourself cherish Zhao xuanzhi.

No matter how good others are, they are not their own Look at Zhao xuanzhi again, he is also very good, otherwise he would not fall in love with him first. It's just that these few months of getting along with Mo Huan has made me feel for him.Before they knew it, it was noon. Maybe they went out late. Maybe this road was longer than the one across the mountain. At this time, they had not reached the top of the mountain.

Zhao xuanzhi stops, releases Shen Qing's hand, looks left and right, and finally finds a flat and dry place with flower shade, so that Shen Qing can sit down and have a rest.

Shen Qing saw that she had been pulled all the way by him. Some It's wet.

He was so nervous that his palms were sweating!

"Xiaoqing, I'm going to fight a pheasant, but I'm not sure you're here. You can go with me." Zhao xuanzhi hesitated and said.

Hunting!

Shen Qing suddenly became interested and felt less tired than before.

"Good!" Shen Qing's bright face makes Zhao xuanzhi feel stunned for a moment.

They went into the dense forest quietly. Not far away, they saw two pheasants rummaging for food in the grass.

Their feathers are colorful and dazzling, and their long colorful tails hang down. From a distance, it looks like a beautiful handicraft or a living handicraft.

Is this the kind of pheasant we ate yesterday?

What a pity, such a beautiful feather When Zhao xuanzhi took out a dagger from his waist and threw it at the pheasant, it was like throwing darts in modern times.

"Wait!" His expression suddenly stopped, and one hand helped Zhao xuanzhi's arm holding the dart to stop him from throwing the dagger out.

Zhao xuanzhi turns his head and looks at Shen Qing in surprise. The opportunity and angle just right. This call stopped. The two pheasants heard the movement and were frightened. They flew forward with their wings.