Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 666 Fake Treasure Map
"Yes, following the treasure map Xiang Zuo gave, after crossing the desert, there are beautiful scenery along the way."

Meng Baiyun's face fell into the ink tank: "You think I can be in the mood to look at the scenery."

"Long Aohan, why do you think I chased after you? I did it to see the scenery?"

"Do you know that your broken map almost killed me? Do you know that I couldn't find any news about you when I went out of the desert. I thought you were all buried in the desert, and I was about to rush in to find you."

His eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had waited too long for these words.

"Long Aohan." Meng Baiyun took a deep breath, "You are just... um."

The rest of the words were blocked in his throat.

A lingering kiss that cannot be resisted.

After a long time, the back of his head that was pressed loosened a bit, and he moved away from her slightly, his voice was low and hoarse: "I thought you hated me all the time and couldn't forgive me. I'm glad to hear you say this."

"..."

"Baiyun, do you love me?"

Meng Baiyun froze suddenly, his body trembling slightly.

Long Aohan's kiss fell on the corner of her mouth finely and coaxingly: "You obviously care about me, don't you?"

Meng Baiyun's nose felt a little sour, feeling inexplicably wronged.

Why should she care about him.

He and the little bitch in blue even have children.

However, she couldn't move, she could only let his kiss, lingering, fall on her lips like raindrops.

She couldn't remember how she rolled onto the bed in the end.

I only know that he is still very restrained this time, as long as he stopped once.

Meng Baiyun's bones ached, and she couldn't bear it just this time.

The clouds collected and the rain dispersed, turned over, and she fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, Long Aohan was no longer in the room.

She sat up suddenly, if it wasn't for the deep and shallow hickey marks on her body, she would have thought this was a dream she had.

He is still alive.

In fact, her wish is really simple, that is, she hopes that he is still alive.

As for the others, at least for now, she doesn't want to think about it.

　 Sitting up, getting dressed, my face was cold and sticky, I wiped a little and smelled it, it was plaster.

Walking to the side of the bronze mirror, she was startled. The plaster was green, except for the eyes, it covered the whole face, like a seaweed mud mask, but it was really comfortable, cold, dry and dehydrated. The skin also seems to be trying its best to open its mouth, desperately absorbing the coolness.

It was half-light and half-dark, but hearing how lively it was outside, one knew it was not early morning but nightfall.

Where did Long Aohan go?
It was really hard for her to go out with this face, so she opened the window a little and looked out.

Just seeing that broad and slender back, I felt a little relieved.

If the ending is to leave, and she cannot accept the existence of Lan Yi and Xian'er in the end, then at least at this moment, she also wants to settle down with Long Aohan and have a good reunion.

Long Aohan chatted with the soldiers who accompanied her into the desert, then seemed to sense her gaze, turned his head, smiled at her, turned back, with another cold face.

After talking to them a few more words, he turned back.

Pushing open the door and coming in, Meng Baiyun gave way, and he looked at Meng Baiyun's face: "How is it? I'm not feeling uncomfortable."

"Very good, they are back, why did I only see four people, and there are others?"

"Two are seriously dehydrated and still in a coma. Now they are being taken care of by a doctor, and one is awake. I asked him to do some errands. It's getting dark, are you hungry?"

"It's a little bit, do I have to apply it all the time when I grow on my face? I can't eat like this."

He looked at the hourglass: "It's almost there, you can wash it off in a while, and then apply this."

She glanced at it, and it was a bottle of white viscous potion.

"It smells a little like aloe."

"It's a kind of wild flower juice here. I'm going to order something to eat. You can wash it off. I'll apply medicine to you when I come back."

"I can do it myself. Don't call it meat. It's lighter. I drank camel blood and ate camel meat in the desert. Now I feel a little sick to my stomach when I see meat."

"it is good."

Long Aohan took Long Aohan out, Meng Baiyun went to the washbasin and washed his face, it was miraculous, his flushed and chapped face recovered a lot, after applying the bottle of white viscous potion, Long Aohan also came back .

He took the bottle from her hand, raised her chin with one hand, took a little potion with the other hand, and spread it gently and evenly on her face.

To be honest, it hurts a bit, the potion seeps into the skin, and the whole face is a bit spicy.

This must be the wrong medicine for her.

When she finished vomiting, she frowned: "What about the doctor, if you call him over, I will ask him what it is."

"Does it hurt?"

"Hot and hot."

He half bent down, and gently blew on her cheeks, the burning pain was relieved a lot, and there was a bit of coolness.

"He said it would hurt, so bear with it—huh, huh, is this better?"

"Well, give me the fan, it won't hurt so much when the wind blows."

He turned back to get a fan, Meng Baiyun took the fan and swung it up, feeling a bit more comfortable, but still had some burning pain.

"I'll help you."

Long Aohan wanted to take the fan, but Meng Baiyun dodged for a while, but couldn't touch it and bumped into the vase on the side. Long Aohan had quick eyes and quick hands, wrapped his long arms around Meng Baiyun's waist, and caught the vase between her arms.

"Be careful."

Meng Baiyun's face turned red from being hugged: "Understood, you can put it back."

He withdrew from this awkward position, and the hot pain on his face seemed to be less severe.

The food was also delivered quickly, and they were all porridge and side dishes, as well as local noodles.

Meng Baiyun was really hungry. After drinking a bowl of porridge and eating a bowl of noodles, he put down his chopsticks contentedly.

"Tell me, why didn't you leave Chizhen, what happened?"

"The treasure map given by King Loulan is a fake, and the killer was ambushed along the way. He looks timid, but he is actually very cunning, or there is a cunning person behind him manipulating him."

"How do you know it's fake? Doesn't it mean that he can't bear the pressure and can only give it to you?"

"The road on that treasure map looks very tortuous, and it is indeed very suitable for treasure hunting, but you can only trust three points in the loyalty of a rebellious monarch and country. On the surface, I personally lead a team. The route of the treasure map is moving forward. In fact, I got into the carriage when I came out of Chizhen. I kept thinking about it in the carriage. The people in Loulan Kingdom were not slacking off, but it was easy for me to get out of the carriage. The carriage The one in it was just a stand-in, and I went back to Chizhen to investigate the people around King Loulan. If a war is launched rashly, the other 35 feudal kingdoms may also fall into panic. The matter can be settled quietly."

(End of this chapter)