Chapter 812

Ronglu and ninglan went to the hillside. They chased their bodyguards behind them. They haven't climbed the hillside yet. As Rong Lu said, there were several guards and horses at the foot of the hillside. Without hesitation, Ronglu and Ning Lan jumped on horseback and ran around the mountain road of another mountain towards the national policy of the Qi Dynasty.

Ronglu ran with Ning Lan all the way. Although it was dark at night, the moon was bright. He stopped at the foot of a big mountain. Ning Lan looked at the mountain that seemed to be very familiar and asked, "brother Erhuang, where are we?"

Night, quiet. The horse also ran for a few hours and slowed down. There was no sound of chasing hoofs and chasing after him. Rong Lu breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at it and said, "it should be safe now. Here, it should be Wangyou mountain."

"Wangyou mountain?"

Ronglu looked at Ning Lan and asked, "well, what's the matter?"

Ning Lan shook his head, got off the horse with Rong Lu, took the horse to the hillside and said, "there's nothing. I just think LAN Er seems to have been here."

Ronglu then asked, "how did you come here?"

"Just familiar."

Ronglu heard that he didn't continue to ask, looked around and said, "although they haven't caught up, we'd better go up the hillside first. One is to stand high and see far. The other is to go back to Daqi and only have to climb over this mountain."

"Yes."

On the hillside, Ronglu found a flat but avoidable stone and stopped behind it. While busy lighting a bonfire, he said, "just rest on the hillside until dawn, and the horses can't run any more."

Sharpening a knife doesn't require cutting wood. Ning Lan still knows this. The horse is tired and can't run far. If you wear the horse out, you really have nothing to lose. Therefore, she did not object to Ronglu's proposal to rest until dawn, even if she was like an arrow to return.

After a while, Ronglu lit the campfire. Ronglu took out a cloak from his bag and put it on Ning Lan. After that, he baked the steamed stuffed buns he bought in the morning on the branches on the campfire. Looking at Ning Lan who was silent, Rong Lu didn't know what to talk about for a while.

Since Ning Lan got married, it was not long before he felt that there was an invisible gable between him and Ning Lan. The kind of old friendly brothers and sisters they couldn't help talking about were a little rusty.

"Lan'er... You're not afraid of the dark, brother Erhuang... Brother Erhuang is happy for you."

"Only weak people are afraid of the dark!" Ning Lan said, moving the corners of her mouth, and a smile faded into the mist on her lips, which died in an instant.