Concubine forced marriage: Six-finger princess

Chapter 832
Rong'er, you must let me see you alive and well!

"Drive Drive"

Waving the long whip in his hand, the steed galloped forward. The spring breeze lifted his long hair and jumped up and down, and his clothes fluttered.

Desperate eyes stared at the road ahead, and what still lingered in her mind was Rong'er's sweet smile.

On the way to Bihai Mountain Villa, there is a long river, and willow trees are planted on both sides of the long river. At this moment, the spring breeze is blowing, the sun is warm, and the green willow branches are swaying in the wind. Daydream.

The bamboo bridge across the long river has iron railings. When he came to the bamboo bridge, Jiang Ruofei let out a "sigh..." and pulled the reins, and only got off the horse when the horse stopped.

After crossing the bamboo bridge and passing through the green forest in front of you, you will find Bihai Villa.

Striding up the bamboo bridge, he didn't dare to procrastinate for a moment. Although the sun was shining on his body at this moment, it made people feel warm, but he actually felt very hot.

He ran all the way because he was too anxious and wanted to see Rong'er.

After all, Leng Han only said that Rong'er was in Bihai Villa, but he didn't say whether Rong'er was alive or dead.

When he came to the end of the bridge, a bamboo forest appeared in front of him, and the quiet wind swayed the hanging bamboo branches, swaying, he looked a little dazed, and vaguely felt that there was a figure in the hanging and swaying bamboo branches.

Reaching out to push aside the bamboo branches that blocked the view, Jiang Ruofei walked forward quickly, and found that there was really a person standing with his back to him. His azure robe and bamboo branches formed the same color and mixed in, making it hard to spot.

Slowing down, Jiang Ruofei was a little afraid of disturbing the people in front of him.

After all, in the swaying bamboo branch at this moment, I can't see his face, I don't know who he is, I can only see his long black hair flying lightly with the wind, making people feel that he is erratic, like a soul, There will always be the possibility of dissipating with the wind.

Is he cold?Seeing his height, they were a bit similar, so he said softly, "Is that you, Leng Han?"

His body didn't move, let alone answer, he stood quietly, as if no one had spoken to him just now.

He is like a statue standing in the bamboo forest, with the pure heart and asceticism of the dust, and the elegance of the bones and immortals.

(End of this chapter)