Good luck of rebirth

Chapter 314 Acknowledging the ancestors and returning to the clan (1)
Jin Hao looked at the vacant seat beside her, and a cold light shone in her beautiful eyes: "It's not worthy of sympathy at all. Mo Jinling only used one-sixth of it, and she has such power. If she hadn't seen their mother The two women looked different, they took the pills that Cousin Jin had prepared in advance, I'm afraid they will be ruined today, maybe their lives will be ruined by this champion and become the first person in the history of the Celestial Dynasty to suffer from diarrhea. The leader of the dead.

Isn't he the leader of a flower viewing feast?

Is it worth such a heavy hand?Since the other party is ruthless, how can she be soft-hearted, let her, the sixth younger sister, enjoy the delicious taste of going to the toilet!
Jin Hao gave Luo Xiufu a blessing, and with Yunyan's support, he stepped onto the carriage. The moonlight was a little dim, and there seemed to be a tendency for a storm to come.

Jin Hao was worried about the storm, so he didn't stay any longer. He raised the curtain and waved to Luo Xiu who was standing beside the carriage. The hexagonal lantern hanging high under the eaves clearly illuminated Luo Xiu's face, and he could even see her face. Daona flashed kindly eyes.

Jin Hao was about to put down the curtain, but she heard Luo Xiu call out to her: "If... wait a minute... if something happens... don't worry..." The voice was intermittent, as if it was a bit difficult to speak.

The girl dressed in sky and water, facing the slightly floating night wind, exhaled lightly, and then showed an elegant smile to Luo Xiu, that smile was as light as a song, and under the thin moonlight, it looked abnormal Bright.

Only the girl's soft voice was heard: "Jin really understands."

The clear and clear voice seemed ethereal in the night, and after a while, it drifted into the night without a trace.

On the way back to Yao’s house from the Eldest Princess’s other courtyard, there was a torrential rainstorm just as Jinhao was worried about. Jinhao and Yunyan didn’t feel anything when they were sitting in the carriage, but the driver did not. It was all soaked through.

Jin Hao opened the curtain, but was taken aback for a moment. The surrounding environment was strange, but she had never been there before, but she still put down the curtain calmly and did not make a sound: Originally, she wanted the driver to be under the eaves After taking a short break, I feel that I don't need to speak now.

Yunyan also noticed the difference, looked at Jin Hao with an ugly face, and seemed to open her mouth, but was stopped by Jin Hao's wink, she was the most convinced of Jin Hao, seeing that Jin Hao actually closed her eyes a little leisurely, Seemingly not worried about the whereabouts of the carriage at all, she followed Jin Hao and closed her eyes.

The master and the servant remained silent, closed their eyes and rested their minds, but Jin Hao had to secretly admire the princess's servant, it was unusual, it was rainy and windy, but the carriage was not jolted at all, if he could not hear the strong wind with his own ears With the sound of the rainstorm, who would have known that the carriage was driving rapidly in the storm.

The rustling sound of the rain outside the car seemed to be dripping in Jin Hao's heart. One drop at a time, it rolled up into a myriad of beauty, and the sound of the wheels rolling was almost in sync with her heartbeat. In fact, Jin Hao at this moment was not as good as she appeared on the surface. She seemed so calm on the outside... because at the end of the flower viewing feast, she finally thought of who the eldest princess looked like.

She suddenly felt that the road she thought would be smooth in the future suddenly became complicated, and it could even be said to be full of crises.

She asked herself in her heart, is that what she wants?
Jinhao's heart tightened, is that person she wants?Is she still worth it?

Fingers slowly climbed up to the chest, feeling the innocence and bewilderment there as if caught by a violent storm.

In the storm, a carriage drove into an unremarkable alley, and slowly parked outside the gate of a slightly dilapidated house. There was a sycamore tree at the gate, and the leaves were wet by the heavy rain. When the wind blows, some leaves slide to the ground with the heavy rain and float on the ground where the rain is torrenting.

When the carriage stopped, the person inside the door seemed to feel it, and with a "creak", the mottled door was opened, and someone came out with a lantern and an oil umbrella, and walked to the side of the carriage , wait for Jin Hao to get off the car.

"Fifth Miss, we're here." The coachman's voice was low and calm, without a slight ups and downs of being wet by the rain, as if there was no dry place in his body that was not him.

But there was no reaction from inside the carriage, so the coachman knocked on the frame of the carriage a few more times.

"En." Jinhao took a deep breath, responded very slowly, and took down the hand on his chest. Yunyan lifted the curtain of the car, and saw the servant woman stretched the oil umbrella and stretched halfway Putting her feet down, Jin Hao stepped on her feet and got out of the carriage, and another servant woman came out to greet her and immediately handed over a brand new cloak. Yun Yan took a look at Jin Hao, seeing that she couldn't deny it, she took it Come here and put on Jin Hao.

There were several yellow lanterns hanging under the eaves of the house, and Jin Hao was guided by one of the servants to a small building.

Jin Hao shrank herself in the cloak along the way, walked her legs, and followed the servant woman without saying a word. When she arrived at the door of the small building, she stopped, with a hesitant look on her face.

For some reason, she didn't want to step into the small building anymore. She always felt that once she entered, some things might change, and she could never go back to the past.

But the servant who led the way had already pushed open the door, she sighed secretly, lowered her eyes, looked at the threshold under her feet, and slowly stepped into the room, with waves of heat blowing towards her face, enveloping her whole body.

In the hall of the small building, the young man in white was lazily leaning on the carved and hollowed-out sandalwood chair, holding a cup of tea and watching the continuous rainstorm outside the window. When the door opened, his lips curled up slightly. , turned his head slowly, and said in a soft voice, "Come here?"

The voice is so soft, the tone is so natural, as if Jinhao has been a member of this place for a long time.

But when she saw the wet hem of her clothes, her bright black pupils froze for a moment: "Did it get wet?" Resisting the urge to frown, she asked aloud.

In the corner of the hall was placed a finely crafted clay stove, which was burning charcoal. It was extremely rare, and it was a tribute. Apart from the royal family, even the families of important ministers rarely had it.

When Jin Hao glanced at the clay stove, he paused again, and the guess in his heart became more and more certain.

When Jin Hao entered the room, he felt much more comfortable. Seeing the sharp facial features of the man under the dim light, he felt familiar yet unfamiliar. For a moment, he hesitated. Thousands of words, but at this time I don't know how to speak.

With a bitter smile: Never thought that they would meet again under such circumstances?
It turned out that between turning around, it really was a sea of ​​vicissitudes, and things changed.

Jin Hao's eyes were a little absent-minded, she looked at the person in front of her slightly bitterly, her lips moved, and then she answered softly: "No." After speaking, she lowered her eyes again, refusing to look at him again.

Jin Hanlin looked at her awkward appearance for a long time, the corners of his slightly raised lips curled up more and more, but he glanced at the damp clothes on her body again, and said with some distress: "It's still raining What? Go change your clothes first, and then we can talk properly." The attitude is natural, the tone is friendly, and there is no discomfort at all.

(End of this chapter)