The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Because Qin Wanwan was not keen on sightseeing, the team only stayed in Suyang for one day, and went on the road the next day.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the heat is pressing. Even if an ice basin is placed in the carriage, it is difficult to offset the heat wave from the pavement.

Qin Wanwan was so irritable that she could only read a book and meditate, with a book in one hand and a round fan in the other, her clothes were light and thin, and the fragrant breeze greeted her sleeves.

After all, Song Chen still couldn't get the fan he had been thinking about, but seeing Qin Wanwan holding the fan he painted, he found a little comfort, and the picture in front of him, not to mention lively and fragrant, was also beautiful and delicious. It's an unstoppable heartbeat.

In the past, when he tried every means to come to the door, he could only talk from a long distance away, even afraid that she would be angry and dare not look at her carefully, but these days, with a beautiful woman by his side, getting along with her in the car is already a great improvement.

The weather in June can change as soon as it is said. In the morning, the sun is still scorching and the sun is about to dry people out. In the afternoon, it suddenly rains heavily, making people unable to see the road ahead.

Fortunately, there are no villages around this section of the official road, and everyone can only drive in the heavy rain. Fortunately, the carriage is strong and the horses are obedient.

After walking for a while, I finally found a Taoist temple that could shelter from the rain.

In this weather, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave for the time being.

The road surface was washed by water and was extremely muddy. What's more, the rain was so heavy that it was impossible to see the road clearly. If you insisted on walking, people and horses would probably get sick, and the gain outweighed the loss.

But this remote Taoist temple is not big. There are more than 100 people in their party, as well as carriages and horses.

There are only seven people in the Taoist temple, one temple master and six practitioners, some old and some young, with clear eyebrows, although they look poor, they have extraordinary Taoism.

After sizing up Song Chen, the temple master looked at Qin Wanwan again, and made a salute with one hand: "Leave the nobles in rainy weather, you can settle down here as much as you like, but the Taoist temple is bitterly cold and cannot entertain."

After speaking, he gave another salute, and asked the little Taoist priest to lead the people to the kitchen, and the others should decide what to do.

There was a little Taoist priest who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and still maintained his youthful curiosity. He couldn't help coming out to say hello, and soon he had a heated chat with the guards.

The Taoist temple is very small, and the place to live is limited, and they can't let the Taoist priests give up their living places like robbers, so they all chose to lay the ground in places where the rain can't reach them.

The door of the Taoist temple is not narrow, and it is just enough to pull the carriage in after it is dismantled. Qin Wanwan lives in the carriage.

After everything was settled, it was still dark before Qin Wanwan stood in front of the statue. She seldom worshiped the gods and Buddhas, but she couldn't help remembering the kindness of the heavy rain, so she respectfully burned incense and asked Yin Zhuang to visit her. The Lord added some sesame oil money.

Song Chen came to Qin Wanwan's side and imitated her offering incense and kowtow.

Originally, I just kowtowed to the gods of Sanqing on the futon in the middle, but when I got up and walked around, I saw a statue of a god on the side falling ashes.

That attire, and what should be silk thread wrapped in his hands, seems to be Yue Lao?
Because of the remote location, there are not many people who come to worship the gods, let alone men and women seeking marriage. It is not surprising that this month is like dust.

Feeling moved, he looked back and saw that Qin Wanwan had already gone into the carriage, so he went over to light the incense burner, and he was more sincere than before at 01:30 when he prayed.

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After dinner, the sky was almost dark, but the heavy rain seemed to have no intention of stopping, and the water from the eaves was straightened with a splash.

After washing up casually, Qin Wanwan went back to the carriage to read a book to pass the time.

The place was too small, there was nowhere to go, Song Chen also came up after a while, the two of them were reading books, and they didn't intend to disturb each other.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Wanwan felt a little sleepy. She glanced to the side and saw that Song Chen was still sitting.

It's okay to ride in a carriage, but sleeping in front of him is crossing the line.

Sleepy?Song Chen could see that she was holding on: sleep, I'll be out in a while, Ye Lan and Yin Zhuang are staying here tonight.

Qin Wanwan wanted to drive him out immediately, but since he said so, she should hang on for a while.

Flip through the book, try hard

I wanted to widen my eyes, but my head was uncontrollable, I lost consciousness, I became more and more sleepy, and finally fell directly on the mat.

Song Chen supported her, pressed her acupoints to make her fall asleep, gently pushed her in, and covered her with a thin blanket.

How can there be any desire to read at this moment? Just now he didn't read a few words at all, and his attention was all on her.

Looking at her head bit by bit when she dozed off was much more interesting than that book.

In the past two days, Qin Wanwan didn't show the expression of loathing the pain that day, nor did she particularly reject her. It seemed that his move was right to retreat, but in fact she was still on guard against her.

He is calculating to advance by retreating, so why isn't she?

Let him think that he has succeeded, but in fact he is trapped by her, he can't get any closer, and pushes him away calmly.

It's a pity that even if he found out, he couldn't get angry. She was right in everything, and it was all his forcing.

He squatted down and stared at her sleeping face. She was always indifferent and expressionless, and it was almost the same when she was asleep, but the slender eyelashes covered her cold eyes, making her look much more docile.

Because he was too sleepy, he slept deeply, his cheeks were pressed against the pillow, revealing a little cuteness, very cute, so cute that it hit his heart.

He never thought that he would be so attached to a girl, nor would he lower his pride so much for a girl, but what could he do?I just can't help but like it.

Whether it's because of lust or destiny, he really doesn't want to let go.

His eyes copied her eyebrows, eyes and nose inch by inch, and finally fell on her plump and charming pink lips.

Seduction and desire pull to the extreme.

I've never been a gentleman, but I don't want to blaspheme her, so what's the point of stealing fragrance while she's asleep?His liking is not to satisfy his own desires, but to really want to be in love with her.

When she was sober, she was in love with each other, and her eyes were full of shy affection.
Knowing that these are just fantasies, it makes him sink deeper and deeper like a demon.

Leaving the carriage, he called Yin Zhuang and Ye Lan to guard it. Just as the two were about to pass, Song Chen suddenly stopped Yin Zhuang: "Did Wan Wan give you a folding fan to keep it?"

The silver makeup of the folding fan is known, Suyang bought it last night, but she didn't see it later, she shook her head: Miss didn't give it to the servants, she should have kept it by herself.

Song Chen pursed his lips, and the unhappiness in his heart doubled.

If you can't get it, you can't even take a sneak peek, so why be so guarded against him?

What did the folding fan draw, and who did she want to give it to?Qin Yan?

If I knew this earlier, I should have bought two at that time. How can the eldest brother and the second brother treat each other favorably?
Qin Yan: Smelly and shameless, he doesn't even want to talk about him.