"Yes, I don't understand." She didn't expect him to speak so directly. Mo Shuang was stunned for a moment before smiling. She felt as if her heart had been pricked by thousands of fine needles. The pain was not very strong. But it's very dense, "It's my concubine who talks too much."
She turned to look out the window, her eyes dim, yes, how could she understand what was going on between them
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth were shrouded in a gray curtain of rain.
Because of the rain, the road became difficult to walk. No matter how hard the driver cracked his whip, the carriage still moved slower and slower.
Leng Qisu opened the window curtain, looked outside, and frowned, "Looks like I'm going to expose you to the rain. Let's go back on horseback!"
After saying that, before Mo Shuang could react, he stretched out his big hand to scoop her into his arms, pulled off the butter cloth window curtain and covered her head, flew out, and landed firmly on the horse.
"Your Majesty!" The coachman was startled and didn't know why.
"It's too slow for the carriage. I'll ride back first!" As he said that, with a wave of his hand, the reins connected to the carriage were immediately cut off. He clamped his legs together, and the horse neighed and started galloping.
Mo Shuang couldn't sit still and fell straight into Leng Qisu's arms. The butter cloth on her head was picked up by the wind. She was so frightened that she quickly reached out to catch it. At that moment, she seemed to see something fall. When she came down, the horse ran too fast. When she lifted the oilcloth and looked back, she saw only patches of water splashed by rain on the ground.
The torrential rain came down, and soon it soaked through the clothes, and poured down the collar, washing the body over and over again. It was still late spring, and it was suddenly warm and cold. Being soaked in the rain like this, it was so painful. It's like being in an ice cellar.
Mo Shuang gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and pulled the oilcloth on her head tightly to prevent the rain from hitting her face. She was afraid that the mask would be damaged when it encountered water, and she had to endure the biting chill all over her body.
"Can you still stand it?"
Leng Qisu then remembered that he should have let this woman stay in the carriage and wait for the people from the palace to go back to pick her up. But he was so anxious at the time that he just pulled her out with him without thinking.
It was really not a wise move. The hand holding her tightened again, trying to keep her petite body buried in his arms.
"You can bear it!" Mo Shuang responded loudly, and after speaking, his teeth couldn't help but chatter.
This is already on the way, so what if you can't bear it? You still have to bear it.
***
When the two men appeared in the palace like drowned rats, they frightened everyone in the palace.
Those holding umbrellas held up umbrellas, those holding towels took towels, and those holding dry clothes took dry clothes. Everyone was busy working together.
Leng Qisu waved his hand and asked, "Where is Linglong?"
Someone replied, in Xiayuan.
Xiayuan is where the servants of the mansion live. All the maids and handymen live there, including Linglong.
Leng Qisu went straight to the lower garden without even thinking about it. Mo Shuang paused and quickly picked up the steps to follow.
(End of chapter)