After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 193
About half an hour passed.

The shopkeeper standing outside the inn heard the sound, looked up, and saw the fragrant cars and BMWs, the bead curtain and the emerald curtain, and hurriedly took a few waiters to follow him up to meet people.

"Little Master."

The curtain of Xiasha's car was opened, but no one could be seen. First, there was a rush of coughing, followed by a rush and restraint.

After the attendant got off the horse stool, the handsome young man from Zhilan Yushu came down.

The summer rain was fine and dense, and the man opened the umbrella with his knuckle fingers, and the rain pattered along the end of the umbrella with the outline of a fat koi carp, dripping and staining the young's fair and delicate face.

He is still young, with a jade crown on his hair, childishness between his brows and eyes, a pair of almond eyes like the moonlight in the west, bright and bright, but because of coughing, the ends of his eyes are slightly blush, which arouses pity.

At this moment, he lowered his eyes, coughing violently, holding the handle of the umbrella with his slender fingertips, and the boy's thin waist and long legs outlined in a white robe.

The shopkeeper swallowed, not daring to look carefully, "Young Master."

There are so many young masters in the Su family's concubine and the Pang family, but this one is the most delicate. He has been sick since he was born in the mother's womb. He said that he has a few days to live. Others said a little bit more seriously, and this one breathed out more. So little, so that old man Su didn't dare to discipline him. From this we can see who is the ancestor and who is the father.

As the words fell, the boy holding the umbrella raised his head. He was tall and tall, with a gorgeous red mole on his forehead, and a jade pendant ringed with dragons and beads with one heart hanging quietly from his waist. He was wearing a robe embroidered with auspicious clouds and a pure white The big-sleeved shirt made him sickly and charming, but also revealed a careless laziness.

"Didn't you say," the boy looked around and looked at the attendant, "she will come to pick me up?"

The dark guard Song Hua scratched his head, "Maybe, maybe the carrier pigeon got lost, Miss Six didn't receive the letter?... Or," Song Hua hurriedly said to the boy's eyes that suddenly darkened, "You wait here, I will hurry up and find Song Mansion to bring her here."

"That's it."

Song Hua did what he said, got on his horse, and before he could run away, two clear and cold words came out of Song Linyuan's mouth, with a chill, and after listening carefully, he said a little crazy:

"After all, I haven't seen you for many years. I'm afraid I was caught by some elder brother in the house on the way here. How can I remember who I am?"

"If she doesn't want to come, don't come. Who told me that I was born with a stupid mouth."

"It's no better than her fiancé, who can chat better than I can act like a baby, and can accompany her to make her happy. I'm a useless person, and I probably won't be able to make it through the night. What's the point of asking her to collect my body."

Song Hua jumped off the horse: "...you don't have to belittle yourself like this."

It is only about two days away from Chang'an City. The shopkeeper doesn't understand, so he hurried back to his home after a short journey, and he still needs someone to pick him up.

On the face, he said calmly, "Don't be angry, young master, shall I take you in to rest?"

Song Linyuan nodded expressionlessly.

"Papa--" two sounds, the servants hurriedly carried the fox fur and spread it on the dirty and muddy path, leading directly to the inn, "Young master, please."

The boy stepped on the fox fur, stretched his legs, coughed, and walked very slowly.

"Cough cough cough."

Song Hua hurriedly handed over a clean white handkerchief.

Song Linyuan raised his eyelids lazily: "The leg is broken or the horse is dead, what are you doing here?"

Seeing that Song Hua didn't understand, he kicked Song Hua on the hollow of his leg, "Your brain is getting more and more watery now, I just said a few more words and you got off your horse in a temper tantrum, and you still don't go to find her!"

Song Hua: "...Oh." It turned out that what I said about collecting the corpse before was wrong.

"I didn't reply to the letter, and I didn't answer it when I returned home. I didn't die. It was the turn of another wild man, Xiaosan, to step in and make love with her."

"She should come to pick me up, Song Dahua, tell her that if she doesn't come, or the brother next to her won't let her come, she will listen, and I will jump off the wall of Chang'an City, and I won't survive a few years at all. If you can get her clean ears in exchange for her death, it will be easy!"

Song Hua: "It's Song Hua."

Song Linyuan didn't listen, didn't see the person he wanted to see, picked up the teacup on the table and started to throw it, and tore up a few ancient paintings after the fall, and collapsed after tossing, with heart throbbing and contracting pain, paralyzed on the bed and gulped Panting heavily, covered in sweat, she looked extremely fragile.

The shopkeeper was afraid that he would toss him to death, so his eyes were red with fright, "It's time, you should go to sleep, your body is different from others..."

The red mole on the young man's forehead seemed dim, and his eyelids were drooping, "It's different from who? It's different from Song Yanzhi's idiot? Or it's different from Ye Zichen's idiot?"

Thinking of him obediently writing a letter a few days ago, stuffing it on Fat Ge's lap, letting it be brought to Song Yao, and coaxing her to pick him up at the inn outside Chang'an City, the other party didn't show any sign of it, so angry that he couldn't sleep, While tearing up the ancient painting, he scolded:
"If the villain Ye Zichen is asked to pick her up, she can't wait to grow wings and fly over."

"Even if Song Yanzhi traveled a long distance, she would have to send a maid to ask about the situation."

"Sure enough, my cousin is my cousin. He is born with a bad life. She is separated by a floor, so she doesn't want to see her so much."

"...What are you doing at my door? Do you want to show that you have a sister who is half buried in the ground? Either die or get lost!"

Shopkeeper: "..."

Please, don't add drama to me.

……

After running out of the inn, Song Hua, who was driving in the dark, suddenly stopped his steed, "Xiao Hua, where is Chang'an City going?"

Xiaohua: "Hiss~" All roads lead to Chang'an, as long as we are brave enough to fight and win faster and stronger, we will be able to find the Song Mansion through countless trials and errors.

Song Hua, who seemed to understand Xiao Hua's meaning, nodded boldly, "Yes! You are right, Xiao Hua! If you live a clear life, we will definitely find Miss Six before dawn!"

-

It rained all night in Chang'an City, and the sun shone brightly the next day, which was a rare sunny day.

At noon, Ban Xia took the fat squab baked in the small kitchen, opened the bead curtain and walked in front of Song Yao. Seeing the person sneezing all the time, she worriedly said, "Miss, what's wrong with you? But it was raining last night, and you caught a cold with the window open? "

She put the roasted pigeon on the table, and turned around to find the doctor's pulse for Song Yao.

"nothing."

Song Yao stopped him. She meditated every night to cultivate the aura of heaven and earth, and ran around the yard a few times. Now her internal strength is strong, and her physique is better than that of many generals: "Maybe someone is scolding me behind my back."

Saying that, it was 'Ajiu~' who sneezed again and noticed the roasted pigeon on the table, "Where did the pigeon come from?"

"Naturally bred. Yesterday at noon, Miss went to the Yuchun Building to distribute that flyer? This pigeon ran into the vegetable field behind our small kitchen, and was caught by Chef Wang and roasted for you. You should eat more." , I heard that this meat is a great tonic.”

Song Yao glanced at the pigeon's right leg, where a burnt gold thread was tied, and panicked, "Is this someone's pigeon?"

(End of this chapter)