Vicious Docotor Beauty

Chi Qingyu takes Xiaojing to the inn in the backyard. They don't know what Chi Qingyu rents. After a while, they hear Xiaojing's scream in the backyard.

"Lord hanjiu..." The hand of cold nine looks at cold nine with fright, ask a way, "really don't need to tube a tube?"

Who cares? How to manage? Even if Xie Qiran stands here, he doesn't dare to say anything. What else can they do when they are subordinates?

Cold nine swept one eye backyard door, way: "wait, late doctor will be merciful."

In fact, Chi Qingyu is really merciful. At least Xiaojing can walk out perfectly, but when he comes out, he covers his back with both hands.

Xiaojing walks up to hanjiu and stares at him, "Uncle hanjiu, you can't help yourself when you see death!"

Smell speech, cold nine haven't spoken, late light feather first come over, hold the collar of small scene, to her side to mention, "small thing know to complain, I am to open your buttocks flower, your cold nine uncle also don't dare to say anything!"

Although he knows that Chi Qingyu's statement is true, Xiaojing is angry. Even Han Jiu can't be angry. He can only sit there and dare not say anything.

See small Jing An Fen, late light feather this just see to cold nine, ask: "you all deal with almost?"

They couldn't be seen in the inn yesterday. Why are they all in the inn today? Is it the end of the business?

"Yes, the master has ordered. I'll be ready to leave for Beijing in a moment." Cold nine ways.

"In such a hurry?" It's not like Xie Qiran's style. What happened in Beijing?

Han Jiu nodded and said, "news has come from Beijing. Let the master hurry back."

Sure enough, Chi Qingyu nodded clearly, "OK, I'll go and pack up."

Chi Qingyu has just finished packing things here. When he comes out, he finds that Xie Qiran has come back. His face doesn't look very good, but he can't see his sad expression.

See Chi Qingyu carrying the burden downstairs, Xie Qiran eyebrows stretch, smile: "packed up?"

"Well, that's about it. Let's go?" Put the burden on the table and Chi Qingyu nods.

Knowing that Xie Qiran is in a hurry to go back, Chi Qingyu tries to save him time as much as possible.

"No hurry." Xie Qiran glanced back at Han Jiu and said, "let's get them ready. Let's get another pair of blankets in the carriage."

"Yes."

Cold nine retreated.

Chi Qingyu sits down at the table, waiting for Xie Qiran to finish his work, and then leaves here.

Xie Qiran's work speed is very fast. He orders him to go down several times, and then he goes upstairs again. When he goes downstairs again, his people begin to take care of Chi Qingyu.

The carriage is ready. Chi Qingyu and Xiaojing get on the carriage. Xie Qiran doesn't take the carriage this time, but rides on his own.

After returning to Beijing, Wang Yingli and his colleagues set foot on the road.

It took three days to come, but less than three days to return.

Xie Qiran urged the following people to travel day and night, with only a short break.

Chi Qingyu and Xiaojing are OK. They can lie down and rest at any time in the carriage, but they are suffering the people who are on their way.

Xiaojing occasionally lifted the curtain, looking at the uncles outside, could not help sighing: "Mommy, they look so tired."

They haven't slept for two days and nights. How can they not be tired? Chi Qingyu looks out through the window.

Although the face is written tired, but their frown, shows that they can still adhere to.

"Then why don't they sleep?" Xiaojing touched his back and said wrongly, "my back is aching. I want to go to bed."

It's a blessing to be able to sleep in the carriage at this time. Where else can you sleep.

Chi Qingyu reaches out his hand, puts down the curtain, and says to Xiaojing, "when you grow up, you will also meet this kind of thing, and then you will understand."

Xiaojing doesn't understand, and Chi Qingyu doesn't plan to explain it to him in detail. It's best to understand it. If you don't understand it, you will understand it later. Now he's still young, and you don't need him to understand the things that adults worry about.

"Come here and sleep a little longer. At this speed, we can get to the capital in the evening." Chi Qingyu greets Xiaojing and pats her leg, letting her sleep on her leg.

Obedient came, Xiaojing leaning on Chi Qingyu, listening to Chi Qingyu tell a story, vaguely fell asleep.

Chi Qingyu put a small scene, warm body, unconsciously, also fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was dark in the carriage. I didn't know when I was covered with a blanket, and Xiaojing didn't see any trace. It was too bumpy for a long time, and my head was shaking too much.

She touched the things around her, very familiar, is this still in the carriage?

It seems that we can't catch up with the closing time of the city gate.

Chi Qingyu covers his head and sits up. He finds that it seems to be too quiet around him. He lifts the curtain. Compared with the inside of the carriage and the moonlight outside, the visibility inside the carriage is much higher.

Looking around, I found that there was a fire not far from the right side, and the figure was shaking, but it was very quiet, no one spoke.Toward the carriage, because of the quiet environment, Chi Qingyu deliberately lowered his voice.

The wood was burning and creaking. Chi Qingyu got closer and heard more clearly.

Next to the fire, there were some people lying askew on the left and right. It seemed that they were too tired. Everyone had a rest. Fortunately, when they just came over, they subconsciously lightened their steps.

Chi Qingyu looks for a circle in the crowd. He doesn't see Xiaojing's figure or Xie Qiran's shadow. Instead, Han Jiu leans against the tree and sits there with his eyes closed.

As early as Chi Qingyu came, Han Jiu was already awake, but when he saw who was coming, he pretended to be asleep and didn't open his eyes. After all, there was another one not far away who didn't sleep.

After confirming twice that there was no small scene, Chi Qingyu began to walk away from the fire.

They are now in this position. Chi Qingyu came here. It was last time here that Chi Qingyu met Wang Li's caravan. Although it's night, Chi Qingyu still remembers.

There are many official roads to Beijing. This is the only one. There is an empty empty space next to it. It will be cold nine. It is there that they raise a fire. Scattered trees are occupied.

Chi Qingyu backed out, returned to the official road, and walked around the carriage. He didn't find anyone, but saw their horse.

The carriage and the horse were not put together. Han Jiu's horses were all trained. Even if they were not tied, they would not run around.

Idle boring is also boring, Chi Qingyu glanced at the roadside hay, picked up a bundle, ready to feed the horse.

Chi Qingyu's footstep is magnified many times in the empty official road and silent night. Even if he deliberately lightens the footstep, Chi Qingyu can still hear his own voice.

After a few steps, Chi Qingyu suddenly stops, because she hears the sound of her own footsteps.