"Where did the car come from?"
Wei Yang, curled up in the quilt, was not sleepy at all. She slightly tilted her body to look at the man who was sitting in front of her like a pine tree.
"Dingwu?"
Yan Gui’s voice had just fallen.
Ding Wu, who was eavesdropping outside, replied hastily, "It was the caravan that camped here last night. I bought it from them."
Does the caravan have such a good carriage
Yan Gui felt doubtful and opened his mouth to ask, but he saw Wei Yang's eyelashes trembling opposite him, and a few strands of hair fell on her forehead as the car swayed.
He endured it again and again, and finally sat closer, and with slightly trembling hands, he pushed the hair away from her face.
Before he could retract his hand, Weiyang's small hand had already wrapped around his fingertips.
"Uncle, can you tell me a story?"
When she felt a little sleepy and didn't want to sleep, she often pestered her nurse like this.
The wet nurse was the oldest maidservant by my mother's side. She could read and write and was a good painter.
There are so many stories in her mind, and she wants to hear everything.
"What?"
The fingertips that were held felt slightly hot.
His heart began to beat violently for no reason, his eyes fixed on her fingertips holding his, an unspeakable emotion surging in his deep eyes.
"Tell me a story."
Wei Yang pouted slightly, feeling a little angry at his slowness.
She exerted force with her fingers and dragged him so hard that he staggered and fell on her.
This half of the carriage was piled with thick quilts, and he was half lying on top of her.
He landed on one knee on the carriage with a thumping sound.
He is no longer the majestic general of the past, but has become as weak as a delicate flower.
She just gave him a slight tug and he pounced on her.
The sound of his breathing seemed to fill the entire carriage, again and again, swirling and rippling in Weiyang's ears.
Low, forbearing...
Ding Wu outside was startled by the "bang" sound.
Fortunately, he was still rational and did not lift the curtain to look, but could not help asking.
"General, what's that noise?"
Yan Gui came to his senses instantly, supported the car with one hand, and looked back at Ding Wu who was driving outside the car.
His eyes were deep and if Ding Wu was right in front of him, he would definitely be terrified.
"Get the car ready for me."
The voice was hoarse, but filled with gritting teeth and anger.
"ah?"
Ding Wu felt very aggrieved. He had been driving the carriage carefully ever since he started to bump around on the stones. When had he failed to drive the carriage properly
"Shut up, you're annoying."
"… "
Ding Wu outside the carriage finally calmed down, and Yan Gui sat down next to Wei Yang.
He put one hand around her waist and leaned his whole body against the quilt, letting her lie comfortably on his chest.
"What story do you want to hear?"
Ding Wu outside couldn't help but prick up his ears.
story
His general wants to tell a story
My God, General! You should be more careful. Your stories are all about bloodshed, murder and arson. Are they suitable for girls
Ding Wu wanted to lift the curtain to remind his general, thinking about the general's anger just now.
Forget it, this is not the moment to die.
The general's voice of telling a story could actually be heard in the carriage, but it was unclear what story it was.
Ding Wu, who was sitting on the shaft of the cart and driving it, felt embarrassed because he didn't hear clearly.
I only heard a clear and tender voice asking, "What else?"
Judging from the tone of his voice, the general must be telling a good story.
Ding Wu couldn't help but move his butt, wanting to sit closer to the door of the carriage.
Closer, closer, he also wanted to hear the general's story.
A small stone flew out from the gap in the car curtain and hit Ding Wu's tailbone accurately.
A tingling sensation rushed straight to the top of Ding Wu's head.
"Ouch."
After calling out to Ding Wu, he realized that the general must be dissatisfied.
I quickly moved my butt back. Listening to the story is important, but saving my life is more important.