Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 792 He Will Never Let Go of Her Hand
Xie Rongjing personally drove the car for Su Jiu, braving the long night of wind and snow towards the outskirts of the city.

After traveling mile after mile, the convoy was barely stopped until the guards reminded them that they were approaching Los Angeles.

Los Angeles was hidden in the pitch-black snow fog, and the ancient and obsolete outlines were looming.

The black mountains stretch as far as the eye can see, the fine snow is falling, and the green brick official road is extremely silent, only the sound of falling snow remains.

Su Jiu got off the carriage and stood opposite Xie Rongjing.

A lantern in front of the carriage illuminated the faces of the two of them indistinctly.

Xie Rongjing took off the thick and warm dark purple sable fur cloak, and gently tied it on Su Jiu.

"It takes about a month to travel from Luocheng to Liangzhou. You are weak and can't bear hardships, so it doesn't matter if you walk slowly... There is a cook in the team for you. Jiangnan invited him here. He can cook your favorite dishes. You have enough gold and silver money, don't wrong yourself. The documents I signed have been sent to all cities in advance, and you can stay in any inn under the Xie family."

He lowered his eyelashes and tied the small silk tie slowly for a long time before finishing it.

He took out a stack of house title deeds, fields and shops from his arms, "Xie's family also has some property in Liangzhou, you just take it. Don't tire yourself out on weekdays, just send someone to ask them to collect rent every month... "

At the end of the sentence, the man's voice trembled violently.

"Su Xiaojiu... I have traveled thousands of miles, I don't know if I will see you again for the rest of my life... You, take care..."

He finally choked up his voice.

Su Jiu was silent.

She raised her head, Xie Rongjing's Danfeng eyes were moist and red.

As if afraid that she would find him crying, he quickly wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

She smiled, raised her small white hand, and gently brushed the snow off his temples.

"Su Xiaojiu..."

Xie Rongjing held her little hand tightly.

The girl's hands are delicate and delicate, as soft as bones.

Holding it in the ice and snow, I can't bear to let go for the rest of my life.

But this hand will eventually be held by another man.

He choked silently, no matter how reluctant he was, he could only let go slowly...

Su Jiu blessed him, turned around and stepped into the carriage.

Braving the wind and snow, the convoy continued to drive forward along the official road.

Xie Rongjing led the horse and stood alone on the official road, watching the convoy disappear from sight.

The snowflakes fell on the eyelashes and gradually melted into water.

He turned around slowly, and walked heavily towards Chang'an City along the green brick post road.

The lantern in his hand fell to the ground.

Facing wind and frost, he finally couldn't bear the bone-piercing pain, and staggered and fell in the snow.

His fingers dug deeply into the snow, and he buried his face in the cold snow.

The eight-foot man, on the snowy night of this year, facing the ancient city of Los Angeles, facing the endless winding post road, finally cried and broke his heart.

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A month later.

Su Jiu's convoy quietly appeared in Liangzhou City.

She lifted the curtain curiously.

Liangzhou City is majestic and simple, with towers made of huge stones reflecting the sunset, desolate yet magnificent.

The long street is simple, although it is not as bustling and bustling as Chang'an, but it has a mysterious and remote desolate charm.

While breathing, it seems to be able to feel the scenery of the Gobi desert, the long smoke and weeping willows, the afterglow of the setting sun, and the long river with cattle and sheep.

"Liangzhou Ci" suddenly appeared in her mind:
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is a lone city Wanrenshan.

Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.

She grabbed the small handkerchief, blinked her clear and moist deer eyes, and saw a tiled and green wooden building on the street, and the girl painted with rouge and powder smiled sweetly.

They are graceful and elegant, just like the delicate flowers dotted on the desolate ink paintings of Liangzhou.

Su Jiu suddenly dimpled sweetly.

It turns out that the real Liangzhou is even more tragic and beautiful than the poems...

After all, she didn't accept Xie Rongjing's gift.

After getting off the car, she asked the coachman to carry the gold and silver treasures back to Chang'an to ensure Xie Rongjing's safety.

She packed up a small package, and with Gu Yu and the others, she went along the street to inquire about the residences of the exiles.

After spending a lot of money, I finally found out that Xiao Tingchen was now blacksmithing in the armory of the military camp.

For the military and civilian family in Liangzhou City, the armory is not a mysterious place, but it is built in the bustling east of the city.

Su Jiu bought a small house with two entrances and two exits near the armory, and bought a bunch of daily necessities.

After tidying up the house, it was getting dark.

She bathed and freshened up, and after a little grooming, she took the prepared food box and went to look for Xiao Tingchen.

The old man who guarded the armory was very kind and didn't ask for bribes from Su Jiu. He smiled and led her into the compound, and shouted loudly: "Xiao Ran, someone is here to visit you!"

Su Jiu cautiously followed behind him.

All around were blacksmiths, they all stopped their work and looked at her curiously.

"A little lady came to visit Xiao Ran..."

"Tsk, the skin is so tender that it seems like you can pinch water, Xiao Ran is so damn lucky!"

Su Jiu was nervous.

She judged that "Xiao Ran" was probably Xiao Tingchen's own pseudonym.

Why she took such an alias, she couldn't figure it out.

After walking a long way, she finally saw the man in the flames.

He was bare-chested, wearing a pair of thin black cloth trousers, and wearing white-soled cloth shoes, holding a heavy sledgehammer in one hand, and was seriously forging iron.

There are iron stoves everywhere, causing the temperature to be too hot.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the man's muscles, whether it was an illusion or something else, Su Jiu found that he seemed to be stronger than when he left Chang'an. The bulging muscles were full of wild beauty, and it was a muscular physique that ordinary scholars did not have.

"Here, that's Xiao Ran you're looking for." The old man was still smiling.

The continuous sound of blacksmithing was too loud, Su Jiu pinched his throat and thanked the old man loudly.

She walked up to Xiao Tingchen with the food box, raised her slender white fingers, and carefully poked the bulging muscles on the man's arm.

Very strong, can't be poked...

Xiao Tingchen looked back.

The peach-blossom eyes, which were originally dark and dark, instantly curved up when they touched the little girl's slender, sweet and soft face.

He is like a little tiger with its fangs put away, "Why is my sister here?!"

The other blacksmiths all around stopped and winked at them.

Xiao Tingchen licked his thin lips wantonly, feeling that they were too in the way.

He threw away the sledgehammer, grabbed Su Jiu's slender wrist, and led her away from here.

Stepping out of the compound, the noise gradually disappeared without a trace.

A lonely bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the weeping willows at the street corner of the night market are still covered with fine snow.

Xiao Tingchen let go, and wiped the sweat off her cheeks with the back of his hand, "Tell me, why did you come all the way here? Without me accompanying you along the way, do you know how dangerous the road is?"

He blamed domineeringly and viciously, but his eyes were filled with tenderness like water.

Su Jiu's mouth injury is still not healed.

She waved her small hands, picked up a small handkerchief, and carefully wiped off the sweat and dust on Xiao Tingchen's face.

Xiao Tingchen raised his eyebrows and stared at her tightly pursed mouth.

In the next moment, a big palm like iron pincers wrapped her cheeks, and opened her mouth involuntarily...

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