Marry a queen

Murong Jing quickly walked out of the alley with Su'er in his arms.

Turning another intersection, there is a luxurious carriage parked there.

Chen Shou and Xiao Zhongzhi led the horses and guarded beside the car.

As soon as he saw Murong Jing, he lifted the curtain of the car.

Murong Jing quickly got into the car. [

"Get out of the city! As fast as possible." Murong Jing ordered.

Can't wait any longer, have to leave now.

He knew that his younger brother, what he did just now, might have deepened his prejudice against him.

Once you are free, you must be the first to snatch others.

The carriage changed from slow to fast, and gradually sped along the road.

until the city gate.

When out of town, just to be on the safe side.

Murong Jing gave the order to close the city gate early.

Before dawn, no one is allowed to go out of the city, so maybe Sima Luo can be stopped.

However, he knew it wouldn't be long.

Because Sima Luo is not an ordinary person, he naturally has his own way.

Even if Murong Jing gave the order not to open the city gate, he would find a way to leave the city, or force the gatekeeper to open the gate.

With the sound of horseshoes ticking, the carriage galloped down the road.

Murong Jing's strong and powerful arms never let go, quietly wrapping her in his arms.

Feel her heartbeat, breath.

From the panic and haste just now, it gradually became stable.

Since entering the carriage, the two of them didn't say anything, and didn't raise a single word.

Silence is better than sound, just hugging quietly.

...[

The clock is ticking.

Outside the car window, the moonlight meditates quietly, and the scenery passing by is vague and misty.

There are two lanterns hanging in the car.

As the carriage swayed and trembled.

The reddish candlelight reflected the person in his arms, the pale little face seemed to have been smeared with powder, and it was as delicate as a budding flower bud in the morning.The long eyelashes reflected a soft shadow in the candlelight, soft as a breeze on the water.

Taking a closer look, he couldn't stop worrying, those two curved slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, vaguely shrouded in melancholy, lingering...

She never asked or spoke.

Just lying in his arms very docilely.

It doesn't matter where he takes him with him.

It seems that as long as he is there, everything doesn't matter...