Lingfeng rustling

Chapter 2
The third carriage was personally escorted by escort leader Nan Chunshan, his wife and children were in the carriage, several large boxes in the carriage were gifts for the father-in-law, and there were some rare goods at the bottom of the carriage.

Nan Chunshan raised his whip and whipped the horse's buttocks.

His son Duhu sat beside him, raised his head and said obediently, "Daddy, I want to ride in a car with Aunt Lingling."

Nan Chunshan patted the back of his son's head, and gently refused: "Huzi is good, aunt wants to take care of that uncle."

Dumb returned to the carriage dejectedly.

The tiger cub in the carriage was sleeping soundly in his mother's arms.

The last car was driven by Liu Zai, a traveler, and there were escorted goods and other sundries in the car.

This car is different from the other three carriages in that there is a place for people to sit on the outside of the carriage.

Sitting at the back of the car, Zhao Tianbao had a meteor hammer pinned to his waist. Although he was lazily leaning against the carriage, he kept his eyes on all directions in case someone followed him and attacked him.

After walking for about two hours, it was completely dark, and the journey was safe and sound. The only regret was that we could not find an inn to stay.

"You hour has passed, the mountain road ahead is rough, but this place is fairly flat, let's set up camp here tonight!" Nan Chunshan ordered the convoy to stop.

Everyone started to work on the task at hand, fetching water, setting up a stove, and kneading noodles.

Even Duhu helped Xia Lianqiao lead the horse to graze.

Only Su Siling stayed in the carriage.

After taking the noon dose of decoction, the man's condition has stabilized.

His face was pale due to excessive blood loss.

When he was picked up from the river, he couldn't continue to wear the wet clothes on his body. Now he was wearing the spare clothes of the head of the escort, Nan Chun Shan. Nan Chun Shan had already put away his original clothes.

Su Siling looked at him carefully.

A pair of sword eyebrows are not dyed but black, eyes are quietly and serenely closed, eyelashes are long and curly, nose is high and straight, lips are thicker if they are more, and thinner if they are less.

Su Siling had to admit that this man was indeed handsome, and there were only a handful of men she had ever met who could match his appearance.

While Su Siling was in a daze, Xia Lianqiao handed a bowl of hot noodles to her.

There are a lot of small green vegetables that she likes to eat in the noodles, and there is also a fried poached egg.

Xiaohu also held a small bowl of noodles in his hand.

After he was carried into the car by the tiger, he found a place in the car, sat down, crossed his short legs, and picked up a spoon to eat noodles.

After Dumb got into the car, Xia Lianqiao handed another bowl of noodles to the eldest son.

With his face upright, Duhu sat down next to Su Siling.

Xia Lianqiao smiled and said to Su Siling: "The two little ancestors insist on eating with you."

Then he told his two sons: "Don't sprinkle the noodles in the carriage."

Du Hu held his face steadily, nodded obediently to Xia Lianqiao and replied: "Yes".

Xiaohu carefully held the small porcelain bowl in his hand, nodded his little head twice, and said crisply: "Mmmm".

As soon as Xia Lianqiao left, Du Hu picked up the poached eggs in the bowl and was about to deliver them to Su Siling's bowl. He tilted his head and leaned over and said heartily, "Aunt Lingling, I'll give you my poached eggs."

Xiaohu quickly took a bite of the poached egg in his own bowl, and came over with the bowl in his hand, and hurriedly said, "Auntie, my balls."

Su Siling looked at Xiaohu's shining eyes, then at the poached egg with a bite missing in his small blue-glazed porcelain bowl, covered his stomach with a smile and said, "It's also in the aunt's bowl, so your mother won't starve auntie." Woolen cloth".

"You've already taken a bite, why give it to Aunt Lingling?" Dahu put the noodle bowl in his hand on the small table, and moved his younger brother back to the original position.

Su Siling picked up the noodles with chopsticks and ate them in small mouthfuls. The heat was just right, the noodles were thin and smooth, with the aroma of scallion oil sandwiched between them.

The poached egg is fried until golden on both sides, and when you bite it down, there is a little runny heart in the middle, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, it is her favorite soft-boiled egg.

A poached egg was eaten, which made her articulate.

Next to him, Dahu looked like an elder brother, eating by himself, but at the same time he still took care of his younger brother, lest Xiaohu would scoop it up everywhere with a spoon and spill it into the carriage.

Su Siling looked at him as a young adult, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

(End of this chapter)