Chapter 624

Therefore, this kind of pot can't be backed by brand balance. Of course, Shen Qingci is absolutely not able to recite it.

The carriage went forward again. There were two big carriages in totolala.

In Changgeng, they were riding horses. In addition, there were two coachmen who didn't speak much. Shen Qingci had not seen them in the mansion, but they could be seen from their breathing patterns and the strong muscles on their arms. They were all practitioners.

There are two carriages in total, one of which is filled with luggage when they come here. In fact, there is another one, which was brought by Shen Qingci. Originally, it was Changqing and there were two folding wind carriages. Changqing and Zhefeng can finally see the light again. The carriage is left in the Inn,

after all, they are not going out for an outing However, since Luo Hengyou didn't send Shen Qing's resignation back, he asked someone to take Baimei over. There was no one around, so he didn't trust Shen Qingci.

Luo Hengyou always painted something on the carriage. Shen Qingci didn't understand it. It seemed that he was painting mountains and rivers over there. She would be his little schoolboy. Although the skeleton of the whole body was scattered by the carriage, she still felt worthy of the trip.

"Are you going here for treatment?"

Shen Qingci pointed to the position in the painting. He had painted this place several times in a row, so she was able to guess whether it was this place, the destination they were going to this time, and whether the flood was also here.

"No," he shook his head. "This place is very dangerous, and the terrain is dangerous. If it falls into it..."

"A life of death," Shen Qingci took his words, took a cushion and put it under it, and then sat down.

In fact, he didn't want to say that it was his pillow. Well, if you want to sit down, you can sit down. I'm afraid that Shen Qingci really put a fart on it. So he can only recognize that the princess he married home is in pain. If he doesn't feel pain when he is a husband, can he make others hurt?

Shen Qingci was lying on the small table. After a while, she was confused. There were so many mountains and rivers. She tried to use another understanding, that is, she took this as a ghost symbol. However, she was here for half a day. Forgive her, she still didn't see half of them.

"Tired," Luo Heng thought, touching her hair and going there to tilt for a while, he pointed to the simple cushion inside the carriage. When the carriage was parallel, if there were less bumps, it would just be wobbly and carefree, and it didn't feel so bad.

But if it is such a bumpy road, it is necessary to spit out the meal we just ate.

Shen Qingci looks back and looks at all the cushions to bump the pillow up. She is afraid of bumping down like this. She really wants to throw her up in no time, so she'd better sit down.

"Regret it?"

Brand Heng thought asked Shen Qingci, "is it not good to stay in the capital well? Do you have to live in the open air?"

"Why regret?" Since she came out, Shen Qingci went all the way forward. There was no way behind. Only the front could move forward. She did not go back, and of course she did not eat the grass.

"Regret to say," brand Heng thought again took a pen to continue to draw on the map, I am ready to send you away at any time.

Shen Qingci raised his face on the table, "then you will have a long time to wait."

She raised her face and poked her face with the penholder.

"How could your father have a daughter like you with such a hot temper?"

One is fire, the other is ice. Shen Dingshan is so irascible that he always shouts to fight and kill. However, he gives birth to a daughter with such a cold temper.

Of course, this is not to say that Shen Qingci is like ice. She is definitely not ice. Ice can melt. She is fog, frost, and invisible. But the cold feeling can be felt by a gust of wind and rain.

Shen Qingci blinked her round eyes again. Then she held out her hand and put it on her face. She pinched it hard. The one who dares to pluck hair on a tiger's head in the world, I have to say that Shen Qingci is still the first one.

A man's face is immovable, especially for Royal people such as brand Heng's care. In their blood, they are all noble and noble. If others want to touch him, they should not be killed or clawed.

Shen Qingci pinched several times, and finally felt that his hands were going to be sour. However, he was ignorant and senseless, and had no half reaction.

"Relieved?"

Luo Heng thought and asked Shen Qingci.

"Well, it's OK," Shen Qingci finally let go of her hand. Of course, if you ask her if she's relieved, well, naturally, there's more.

She was lying on the table again, and her eyes were still staring at the painting which was painted by brand Heng without blinking. Unconsciously, she kept the painting in mind.

Sometimes, Shen Qingci felt that he had traveled all over the Zhou Dynasty for the sake of these maps. If he was not so familiar with the terrain, he would not have been able to draw such a precise map.The topographic map of the whole week, in this map, is also in his mind and in his eyes.

When a picture is finished, Shen Qingci has fallen asleep on the table. She pastes her face on the small table. When she is sleeping soundly, the carriage is still running forward in a bumpy way.

She put her head on her own legs. The carriage was too bumpy. She was thrown into the carriage and hit her face or twisted her head.

He gently stroked the hair on Shen Qingci's forehead, and then he looked at the front all the time. He didn't know why, but he felt some inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

This is something he has never had in all these years.

It's just why I'm upset.

He lowered his head and saw that Shen Qingci was still asleep. Maybe she was too tired. After all, she was not as tired as the men like them. She had never been out of the house. She was tired and had to walk all day.

"Don't worry. I'll keep you safe no matter what."

He laughed again and stroked her forehead with his fingers. However, the wound on her forehead could be seen when his fingers touched it. Up to now, it has not been completely cured, and there are still some red marks.

Mo Fei said that the scar would be gone in a few days, but some of them fell on him. He was afraid that he would never be able to get rid of it all his life.

the carriage ran forward again, and the dust in the distance left only two rows of deep wheel marks.

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