Chapter 443

Because of such a small episode, Song Ci in the next time seems quiet a lot.

He sat on the carriage without saying a word. Although his eyes kept rolling, he didn't dare to say or do more.

That person sees all this in the eye, anxious in the heart, at the same time a strength of regret, only think oneself before words is a little too much.

Mingming has known for a long time that Song Ci is just white now, but his mind is like a child. He really shouldn't speak so harshly. The man thought in his heart and sighed helplessly.

However, in order to make the next trip smooth, he just kept this lesson firmly in mind, but there was no reaction on the surface.

It's also a coincidence that the sunny day gradually darkened at night. When the sun completely set, the rapidly accumulated dark clouds finally covered the sky.

Lightning with purple light quickly slid down from the sky and almost fell straight in front of people.

Don't wait for reaction, bean big raindrops will patter down, heavy hit on people's head and hands.

Song Ci touched his head innocently, hesitated and said in a low voice, "it's raining."

The man looked back at him with an anxious voice in his eyes.

"I don't think about it carefully," he said with a heavy face. If he wasn't on his way now, he just wanted to express his remorse for Song Ci.

Song Ci looked at him and said, "it's raining. We can't stay outside."

Hearing this, the man felt more guilty.

He nodded heavily. The whip stained with water lashed heavily at the horse pulling the cart and said, "don't worry, your highness. There's a small foothold ahead."

Song Ci took a look at him, did not speak, just put the broad palm flat on his chest, looking at the ripples and bubbles of the big raindrops, like looking at a particularly novel toy.

Although Zhou ruo'an's action is very fast because of her Kung Fu, it doesn't mean that she can avoid the dense rain drops.

Looking at the thatched cottage that suddenly fell into his eyes, Zhou ruo'an's eyes lit up for a moment, and his action was faster.

Although she doesn't care about the dampness brought by raindrops, it doesn't mean she likes the feeling.

"Your Highness, we can take shelter from the rain in front of you," the man called excitedly, wiping his face.

But soon, he found that he was not empty in front of him, and the sudden appearance of the figure also made him nervous.

Hand slightly hard, speed galloping horse high raised the front hoof, slowly stopped.

Zhou ruo'an also stopped. She stood under the tree, trying to make the sparse branches above her head form a shelter for herself.

On the contrary, Zhou ruo'an didn't know him, but she knew Song Ci.

"Song Ci?" Zhou ruo'an picked his eyebrows and asked without expression, "Why are you here? Are all those who look at you dead? "

Hearing his name, Song Ci looked at it in confusion.

After a moment's silence, he said, "you're wrong. They're not dead."

After a moment's silence, Zhou ruo'an rolled his eyes.

She no longer looked at Song Ci, but slowly fell her eyes on the man who was full of vigilance.

"Zhou ruo'an," the man yelled word by word, "shouldn't you be on the ceremony? How do you show up here? "

Zhou ruo'an's hair has long been messy because of her actions. At this time, it was wet by the rain, and all of it was wet on her neck and face.

Zhou ruo'an frowned and couldn't help raising his hand to scratch.

Hearing this, Zhou ruo'an had an accident in his eyes. His eyes were constantly trembling, but he soon regained calm.

In any case, she has made a decision. Even if she knows the news in the capital, there is no room for regret.

Zhou ruo'an told himself in his heart that he forced down the heart and had some irregular ups and downs.

Instead of answering the other party's question, she asked in some doubt, "did you save Song Ci?"

From Zhou ruo'an's manner and action, the man can clearly feel that the other party doesn't agree with him. He is angry in his heart, but he has to admit that he can't do anything about it.

He clenched his fingers, and the man bit his teeth until his mouth was full of blood.

There was a stabbing pain at the root of his teeth. He didn't care, but enjoyed it, because he knew that only in this way could he help himself to keep calm thinking.

"Yes," he said in a deep voice, looking at Zhou ruo'an."You are loyal to him," Zhou ruo'an sighed, his eyes a little complicated.

The man did not speak, looking at Zhou ruo'an's eyes are still alert.

Song Ci did not know when he came to the man's side, holding a flower that had been devastated.

When everyone didn't notice, Song Ci stretched out his palm, looked at Zhou ruo'an with a smile, and said, "send you off."

If the smile on his face is not bright enough to have uncontrollable stupidity, and if the flowers in his hand are not messy enough to have only a few scattered petals, Zhou ruo'an will have uncontrollable doubts about his stupidity.

After a deep look at Song Ci, Zhou ruo'an hummed coldly, turned around without hesitation, and threw him and the flowers in his hand behind his head.

The man didn't have time to stop Song Ci's action. He was ready to fight with Zhou ruo'an, but he didn't expect that things would disappear so easily.

He slowly vomited a mouthful of turbid gas, and finally his heart slowly fell down.

Song Ci looked at Zhou ruo'an's ruthless back, his mouth was shriveled, and his eyes were red.

The man looked at his actions and couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead helplessly.

He didn't know how to comfort Song Ci. He hesitated for a long time in his heart, but didn't say anything.

After two people together into the small thatched cottage, each occupied a corner, each rest, the air is filled with the tacit understanding of well water does not violate the river.

However, it seems that such a tacit understanding only exists between that man and Zhou ruo'an, not including Song Ci.