One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 30 Departure
Soon, the team was ready in a smog.

A group of local officials from Da Zhao who had been standing in the city for a long time showed their heads on the city gate.

The noon in early spring is no longer as cold as the night, but it is still dry and cold.

The people who were preparing to migrate just sat on the unshielded mule carts, and some people in thin clothes were shivering with cold.

The Yan family and sisters are not bad. They are extremely afraid of death, and they also pay special attention to keeping warm. It didn't feel cold at all.

Although it is inconvenient to walk around, it is very practical to deal with such a smelly and long speech right now.

After the people above finished speaking the words that Yan Qingzhi, who was so eloquent, couldn't understand more than [-]%, the big team finally started to move slowly.

The migratory people were divided into many small teams of about 500 people, and they were sent and managed by each other.

When the Yan brothers and sisters saw this scene, they felt a moment of confusion.

So will the mule cart go by itself?

But before they could react, the woman with the scar on her face had already sat silently on the edge of the mule cart, pulled out a whip from somewhere, and drove the cart along with the large army on the road.

When their team left in a mighty manner, and among the crowd watching the excitement, a man quickly turned around and squeezed out of the crowd and left.

Instead of entering the city, he went to a wood not far from the city gate.

I didn't go too far inside, and I saw a carriage parked there, and the driver was sitting on the shaft, looking like he was in his 20s.

He has a straight face, broad eyebrows, and a tall and straight posture. When he saw someone, he immediately turned over and jumped off the carriage. He was dressed in a gray-blue martial artist's strong suit, with his cuffs and calves tightly wrapped around him.

Seeing him like this, the people who came to report the letter were very envious.

Because of the strength of martial arts, there is no need to dress like a melon in such weather.

After the man jumped down, he said something to the carriage.

"Master, Han Sheng is back!"

The messenger and the coachman stood in front of the carriage together, and when there was a soft answer from inside, the coachman helped him lift the heavy curtain of the carriage.

He stepped on his heavy legs and didn't climb up for a long time, but the coachman couldn't look down and pushed him, and he entered the carriage.

Although the carriage was invisible from the outside, it was a different scene inside. The stove under the carriage was filled with charcoal, and the whole carriage was warm.

There is a narrow couch on each side of the carriage, and in the middle of one of the narrow couchs there is a boxy small table. If one is lying down, they can push the small table back to the couch, and when they are not sleeping, they can also put it on the couch. Some things, and now there is a pot of hot tea and a plate of exquisite snacks on the small table.

The carriage was carpeted, and only the door was left as a place to change shoes.

After the boy named Han Sheng got into the car, he quickly took off his stained cloth shoes and the ragged cotton-padded jacket he was wearing. , took out another pair of clean shoes and socks from the cabinet under the narrow couch and put on them, followed by taking out a wet towel from the narrow cabinet on the armrest of the car door to clean his hands and face, and then knelt down cleanly on the carpet, looking at The little boy who was leaning on the narrow couch.

The man was dressed in a moon-white robe with wide sleeves and a narrow waist. Outside was a lake blue wide-sleeved blouse embroidered with silver threads like jade. His long black and smooth hair was loose, and he leaned against the wall of the car. .

A handwritten book with an ink blue cover was buckled on his face, blocking the light of the glazed lamps fixed to the four corners of the carriage.

Although no one was watching, the person who reported it respectfully bowed before opening his mouth.

"Master, Gao Su and Gao Yong have already followed those two children!"

Hearing this sentence, the boy's long, well-jointed fingers moved slightly, he sighed deeply, raised his hand, the wide sleeves of the robe were stacked, and slid along his white arm to his elbow. Position, that arm is as white as jade, and slender with a fragile beauty.

With five fingers, he took the idle book from his face, which he didn't know where it came from.

The body also sat up slowly with this movement.

Rumo's long hair fell from the shoulders and back along the movement of the body, every strand of hair seemed to fall where it should fall, and it was beautiful and elegant.

Behind the book is a young man's face that is unforgettable at first sight.

He is not very old, he looks like a teenager, there is still childishness on his face, and his slightly sensual cheeks can't hide his bright and beautiful facial features.

His eyebrows were drawn into his temples, his phoenix eyes were slightly raised, his skin was as white and greasy as jade, his lips were pale red, and in his lazy and casual movements, although there was no half-femininity, it made people feel alive and fragrant.

But then, he raised his eyes and looked at the little servant beside him, his long and dense eyelashes stretched out along the reddish corners of his eyes, the glittering glamorous beauty in his clear eyes faded away, and what remained was like the midsummer season. The secluded valley and the clear pool are crystal clear, but there is not the slightest bit of desertedness.

The two diametrically opposed temperaments just blended into one, making everyone who saw him sighed with his temperament and beauty.

The servant boy who was kneeling on the ground and serving was already used to seeing his face, but he would still be amazed by an inadvertent one at some point.

Some beauties are just skins. Knowing their own beauty and using this as a weapon to break open the hearts of others, they lose their purity and add a lot of vulgarity.

When you really want to move people's hearts, but they are beautiful and don't know it, every inadvertent revealing of their true feelings is like a teenager, not proud of it, nor troubled by it, just go with the flow and understate it. The impression of others has drawn a heavy brushstroke.

The young servant's astonishment did not affect the young man in front of him at all. He pursed his lips and explained something casually.

"Stare, no action required."

The little servant nodded quickly. He had already packed up and looked like a handsome young man, but compared to the man in front of him, he was very indifferent.

"Do you want to get the jade pendant back first?"

The young man shook the book in his hand, put his legs back on the narrow couch again, and didn't speak at all.

He will not repeat what he has already said.

"Young master, will this happen suddenly, will it arouse Madam's attention? Do the two thieves want to clean up?"

The young man raised his brows lazily upon hearing this, and his body couldn't help but slanted back to the place just now.

Seeing this, the servant who was kneeling on the ground quickly got up and took a pillow from the couch on the other side. When the boy was about to lean against the wall of the car, it was just stuffed behind his back. .

At this moment, there is still something he doesn't understand, his son got up not for those rubbish things, but simply because there is nothing on his back!

"It's okay, you don't have to!"

After speaking, he put the book on his face again, adjusted his body slightly, found a suitable posture, and sighed comfortably.

(End of this chapter)