381 scoundrel

As for where he went, Hu Lun doesn't know. It's like this every year. Anyway, he either returned to the palace or flowed into the people.

This is also the master's painstaking efforts. Otherwise, it is better to be free and happy in the palace. After all, many concubines can't stand the loneliness in the palace and make trouble like talented people. Instead of being afraid, it's better to fly away.

Many of the maids of honor touched the doorway and took this opportunity to leave the palace and go home. The masters all opened one eye and closed the other.

If you insist on refusing to leave, wait until the master returns and listen to them cry.

If in the past, all this was to save a lot of money for the palace and to clean the ears, then now it is just for one person.

And can't all this be understood by a little girl who has just entered the palace and still complain about the master's misunderstanding?

"Luo Shangyi, Wang Shang asked Shangyi to go back." Liu Xianghuai, the imperial doctor, whispered.

Luo Wener turned around, but saw Liu Xianghuai's eyes sliding around her head, and her old eyes flashed.

Luo Wener didn't get into the car until she got into the car. Later, she felt that she touched her hair and found that her hair was scattered. Then she understood why Lao Liu looked strange.

I was going to settle accounts with Qian Yumo, but when I opened the bed account, I found that he was asleep again and looked quiet.

There is a seven-treasure inlaid gold bowl on the sandalwood table at the head of the bed, which is filled with red dates and blood swallows, slowly steaming...

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In the following days, Luo Wener was not at ease and still stayed by Qian Yumo's bedside. As a result, she always woke up and found that his face was facing her face. The man also spoke righteously, emphasizing that the weather was very cold and his health was sick, and she was careless and did not prepare Mrs. Tang, so she could only use her as a warm bed, which was also atonement for her sins.

She wondered that four heaters were burned in the car. She was already sweating slightly in silky clothes. How could he be so cold? However, it doesn't seem to lie to her. His body temperature was obviously low in the past, probably because he lost too much blood and was difficult to recover for a while. I really don't know how he survived for so many years, so he also temporarily gave up fighting with him, but every time he woke up, he felt warm all over...

But no matter what, Qian Yumo's body is recovering day by day, and there are more and more time to wake up and annoying time. Anyway, she was the only one to serve in the car, which simply became the pleasure of exercising his IQ.

Luo Wener gritted her teeth.

Sometimes, especially for people like Qian Yumo, it is a failure to fight back. It is best to pretend that they are aired by each other.

But Qian Yumo always has the opportunity to make her "active".

For example, asking her to do this and that, it is not to say that she took this or used the wrong one. The next time she arranged according to his requirements, he lost his memory again, and he can always find a reason why she has a bad memory, or say how reasonable her arrangement is and force her to agree with herself.

She endured, but what she couldn't stand the most was...

Seeing that he recovered, she stopped guarding him and went back to her nap. However, when I opened my eyes, I often found that I was in the bed tent of Bai Ling's ink calligraphy, and a face that was enough to turn all sentient beings upside down was opposite, sleeping soundly.

She finally couldn't help protesting, and the result...

"Why are you here?"

Qian Yumo blinked: "You said don't let alone get you to **, and you have to come to your **."

"You..."

"You are a lonely thing, how can you give up loneliness?"

Her bed is small, so he can take her in his arms more naturally.

Rogue!

It's not that I haven't thought of changing places, but every car is full, either his "favorite", or the accompanying nobles, as well as the heavy gifts to be given to the emperor of Yuanjun, and the ceremonial officers arranged to give gifts... This fleet that doesn't see the head and tail actually has no place for her.

Seeing her return from frustration, Qian Yumo held an imperceptible smile on the corners of his lips and immediately looked coldly: "Luo Shangyi, what is the crime of leaving without permission?"

Success made her angry, and she couldn't help laughing more and more.

A scoundrel is a scoundrel. This long but short journey may be the only moment when you can be so close to her in the future...

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"What, change the route? How is that possible?"

"It's the king's will!"

"But..."

"The will of the king!"

Lang Hao's deep voice came from outside, so the bodyguard who came to ask was silent.

Luo Wener closed the window and looked at Qianyu ink, who had time to enjoy calligraphy and painting.

She didn't understand why she changed the route, but Qian Yumo's mind was difficult to guess, and she didn't bother to ask. She just hoped that he would not forget his unexpected thoughts and blame others later, but she suspected that it was more likely that Qian Yumo was worried that he would encounter an ambush with ulterior motives.

Because the state lords are rushing to the cool threshold at this moment, it is easy to assassinate. Moreover, the fleet is so long that every car is in the same form, and they are not at the beginning and end, which confuses the enemy's sight to some extent.

As the head of the country, it is really not easy. She couldn't help but imagine that if Qian Yuyi sat in this seat, he would be too lazy to do these famous halls. His nature must be brave enough to go forward, kill gods and demons.

However, as the head of the country, if you live and die like this, if there is really trouble, you are not the only one who is afraid of the disaster, because the head of the country shoulders the fate of a country.

From this point of view, Qian Yumo seems to be more suitable for this position. She can understand the "eccentricity" and foresight of the previous king.

The team continued to move forward.

It can be said that this journey is boring and boring. Of course, Qian Yumo always wants to add some "material" to her monotony, but she is not in the mood. Thinking that she might be imprisoned in the palace forever in the future, she felt that her future was as gray as the sky outside, as empty as an endless snowfield.

I was bowing my head and thinking about my thoughts, and it was so cold that there was snow.

She raised her head warily, but saw that his black hair happened to brush in front of her, but did not tease her as before. She just opened the window and then listened to Lang Hao's order: "Stop--"

The will was passed on layer by layer, and the team gradually stopped.

The window was not big. Qian Yumo stayed there alone, blocking all the light, and waved to Luo Wener with great interest: "Don't you want to come and have a look?"

Luo Wener is not going to pay attention to his painstaking efforts**... Who knows what he will do next moment? Recently, I was numb, so I got up and left.

The man was caught by him, and despite her protest, he clamped her under his arm and got out of the car.

"Qian Yumo, you..."

When she was about to scold angrily, she stood on the ground and saw him wave his open sleeves and pointed straight ahead.

That's...

She's not dreaming, is she? In the icy and snowy season, how can there be a blooming spring scene?

However, the green grass and the warbler singing and dancing are displayed in front of him, just like the dream that is too late to finish.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly turned her head and realized that she had entered the world, and the man in snow was standing in the distance and looking at her...