marry the princess

Chapter 68 Yan Xinyao

If he returns to the imperial city, he will commit the crime of deceiving the emperor; if he does not return to the imperial city, the concubine of the Fourteenth Palace will be kept in captivity. If this matter is exposed, the Fourteenth Palace will also be pushed to the forefront...

No matter which decision he made, it was not good for him.

Baicheng, who had always stayed away from the world and had no dealings with the royal family, unexpectedly made such a big move this time.If he and Murong Yu teamed up to put him in such a dilemma, Murong Huayi felt that this matter would suddenly become extremely difficult.And if it wasn't for their cooperation, how could it be so coincidental to let him advance and retreat?

"drive!"

Murong Huayi raised the rein and threw it down in the icy air, and the horse galloped forward with its hooves in response.

Even if it was a trap, Murong Huayi had to go back and break through.

Women are trouble.Murong Huayi began to understand what Ling Feng said.The more important a woman is, the more troublesome she will be.

Murong Huayi rode his horse and raised his whip, originally wanting to rush back to the imperial city as soon as possible, but he left Yuzhou in a hurry, without any preparations at all, except for the fine horse.The whole Yuzhou is full of wind and snow, and the roads are slippery in the cold weather. Even if you rush back to the imperial city, it will take about three days. Murong Huayi has nothing but a horse and the bank notes that he carries with him. After freezing to death in the ice and snow, all that remained of Murong Huayi was a pile of bank notes that were useless in the freezing cold.

"Drive... drive..."

Just as Murong Huayi continued to drive forward alone in the wind and snow, low voices of yelling and the sound of horseshoes appeared in the white world. After carefully identifying the source of the sound, Murong Huayi looked at the direction in which he was gradually driving on the snow. A gray and black carriage came out, which looked extraordinarily dazzling in the snow.

Murong Huayi has been using his internal strength to stabilize his body temperature. When the carriage appeared, he immediately flew up and went over there.

"Drive... drive..." The old coachman driving the cart, wearing a heavy cotton coat, yelled long and short, urging the horse to continue moving forward in the snow.

"Miss, we can reach Nanzhou after crossing another mountain." The old coachman looked at the mountain top in the distance and told the people in the car.

"This time I came out, Miss Ben was really cold to death, but luckily I can go back soon."

A delicate and self-willed voice in the carriage responded to the old coachman, and the old coachman laughed, and was about to say a few more words, when he saw a figure floating fast from a distance, the old coachman was so frightened that he held the hand of the rein She trembled suddenly, and her tongue became uneasy, "Xiao, Miss..."

The woman in the carriage didn't know what happened outside, and she was a little impatient to hear the old coachman's vibrato, "What's the matter? Could it be that we went the wrong way? You can say that you are most familiar with Nanzhou and Yu People from Gula Mountain on the border of the state, otherwise Miss Ben would not hire your broken carriage..."

The delicate female voice complained as she opened the curtain. She wanted to reprimand the old coachman, but after opening the curtain, the first thing she saw was not the old coachman, but a man standing in front of the carriage, A man with flying clothes.

Yan Xinyao looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him in the wind and snow, a little surprised, a pair of watery eyes filled his shadow.The cold wind and snow condensed on his hair, clothes, and eyebrows, as if he was an exiled fairy from the depths of the snow mountain, cold and arrogant, noble, and arrogant.

"Who are you?"

Yan Xinyao opened her mouth curiously in her sweet and soft voice.To Murong Huayi's sudden appearance, she had no hostility or rejection.

Seeing a young and delicate woman riding in the carriage, Murong Huayi was planning to steal the carriage, but after calming down, he stared at Yan Xinyao indifferently for a moment, then turned to leave.

"Are you going to leave here?" Seeing that he was covered in snow, Yan Xinyao couldn't help but kindly wanted to take him in. "We are going back to Nanzhou. If you want, you can take our carriage."

Murong Huayi glanced at the distant mountains. It was too cold for him to continue walking in the wind and snow. He looked at Yan Xinyao and nodded, "Thank you, miss."

Yan Xinyao smiled at him, starlight flickered in her eyes.

The carriage is very big, besides Yan Xinyao, there is also her personal girl Qingyue in the carriage.

After leading Murong Huayi into the carriage, Yan Xinyao maintained the modesty of everyone and moved to the innermost seat. Murong Huayi naturally just rested by the door curtain, and the two of them could still sit with the distance between them The next three people.

"Qingyue, pour some hot water for this young master to warm you up." Yan Xinyao looked at Murong Huayi's weathered face, and felt a chill spreading over her limbs, so she ordered Qingyue beside her, Qingyue left obediently picked up the hot water that had been simmering in a small stove, poured a full cup and handed it to Murong Huayi, "My lord, please use it."

Murong Huayi had no interest in Yan Xinyao and other passers-by, but when Yan Xinyao called the girl "Qingyue", Murong Huayi's eyes immediately looked over.

light moon.

The name is all too familiar.

Murong Huayi drank the hot water, and his body felt much warmer. Then he wiped off the wind and snow between his brows, looked at Yan Xinyao, with a gentle smile on his face, "Thank you for saving me, miss."

Murong Huayi, who wiped off the cold wind and snow, raised the corners of his lips, his starry eyes were shining, the coldness before was completely gone, and the youth was as gentle as jade.

"You're welcome, son."

Looking at him, Yan Xinyao couldn't help but blush. She, who was always mischievous like a naughty child, suddenly became a little more shy, and smiled reservedly with her lips curled up.

Seeing that she treated him so politely, Murong Huayi exchanged polite greetings with her.

"I don't know why the young master is alone in this icy and snowy place?" Yan Xinyao asked curiously.Although she was not hostile to him, and she didn't think he would be a person who was very likely to hurt her, but she was very curious about him.

"I lost my way in the snow." Murong Huayi lied familiarly, looking at her with a look of luck and gratitude, "Fortunately, the girl is also going to Nanzhou."

Yan Xinyao smiled shyly.

"The girl treats Mu so kindly, dare to ask the girl's name?"

When asked about her name, Yan Xinyao looked away for a moment and looked at Qingyue who was beside her. Qingyue immediately helped her out, "My young lady's surname is Yan, and it's inconvenient to tell you her boudoir name. Please forgive me, sir."

Murong Huayi was considerate and no longer entangled in this issue, but just smiled calmly, "Thank you, Miss Yan, for your help."

Half a day later, the carriage arrived in Nanzhou, and there was nothing else to do on the way.

"Thank you for taking care of Miss Yan all the way. I don't know where Miss Yan's house is. Mu will come to the door some other day to thank you for your help." Murong Huayi, who got off the carriage, thanked Yan Xinyao.

He didn't reveal his identity all the way, and deliberately fabricated his name. After observing all the way, he found that Yan Xinyao was an ordinary person, but Qingyue, the maid beside her, had some kung fu skills.

strict

Surname, Qingyue.

Far away in Nanzhou, there was such a thing that made him meet and care about so much.

"It's just a little effort, you don't have to take it to heart, my lord." Seeing Yan Xinyao's hesitant look, Qingyue spoke first, "My lady is only in Nanzhou for a while, and my lady has accepted what you want, so I don't need it." Thank you again.”

Murong Huayi couldn't help admiring a maid who could have such courage and deal with her master so calmly when he was hesitant to make a decision.

"If that's the case, then Mu won't bother me much, and I'll leave now."

Murong Huayi turned around and was about to leave. Yan Xinyao couldn't help feeling a little sad when she saw his leaving back, "If I tell him about my grandfather's residence, I don't know if he will come to me?"

"Okay miss, we've been out for two days, and it's time to go back to Yang's mansion. Mr. Yang must have been in a hurry in the mansion these two days. If we don't go back, I think Nanzhou City will be posted a notice looking for a lady." " Hearing Yan Xinyao's murmured expectation, Qingyue couldn't help coaxing her, she completely lost the alienation and indifference she had when she was treating Murong Huayi just now.

"Grandpa won't be angry with me. Grandpa loves me so much. It's too late for him to be happy when I come back safely. How can he be angry with me?"

Yang Mansion, Grandpa...

Murong Hua raised his sword eyebrows slightly, the entire Nanzhou City, Yang Mansion, only the mansion of Yang Zhen, Minister of the Ministry of War; the one who called Yang Zhen grandpa was only the child of Yang Zhen's daughter, and Yang Zhen had three sons and a daughter , the only daughter, Yang Rurui, married Yan Zhi and had two sons and one daughter. This daughter was Yan Xinyao who married him.

When Murong Huayi heard the voices of Yan Xinyao and Qingyue fading away, the expression on his face became deeper and deeper.

Unexpectedly, leaving Yuzhou this time, there is such a big harvest in the middle of the journey.

Murong Huayi found an inn in Nanzhou City to live in, repaired two letters, and sent one to Yuzhou, explaining that he was in Nanzhou to deal with some things, and the officials who received Murong Huayi's news in Yuzhou City were very excited. Overjoyed, Yin Lei, who had followed Murong Huayi to Yuzhou, was very excited when he heard about this, and immediately set off for Nanzhou.Another letter from Murong Huayi was sent to the imperial city.

The Seventh Prince's Mansion is eyeing the Fourteenth Prince's Mansion covetously, but at this juncture he cannot rush back...

Has she been expecting him to go to Moyun Villa to pick her up as soon as possible?
(End of this chapter)