Looking at Murong Xue's hopeful gaze, Ouyang Shaochen had an imperceptible smile in his dark pupils, and then disappeared without a trace, so he said in a difficult way: "The carriage is a carriage after all, no matter how slow you go, it will bump …”
"Then let's spread a few more blankets in the carriage, and put two blankets on both sides of the carriage, so that you can hardly feel the bumps..." Murong Xue came up with an idea word by word.
"Really?" Ouyang Shaochen frowned slightly, doubtful.
"Of course it's true. What did I lie to you for? It's getting late, let's go, let's go!" Murong Xue said with a smile, grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's arm, and pulled him up , pushing him out of the tent and into the carriage.
Wuhen drove the carriage out of the barracks, and drove fast on the flat official road.
Murong Xue was sitting in front of the window, slightly opening the window, watching the fast-reversing night scene by the faint moonlight in the night sky, her shoulders suddenly sank, and it was Ouyang Shaochen who sat beside her, resting his head on her shoulder and closing his eyes repose.
Murong Xue frowned in confusion: "My lord, what are you doing?"
"Rest." Ouyang Shaochen replied lightly, his voice as light as a breeze.
"If you want to have a good rest, you should lie down. What are you doing leaning on my shoulder?" Murong Xue looked at him puzzled.
"The car is too bumpy, I can't sleep lying down." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, his warm breath sprayed on Murong Xue's cheeks, her eyes flickered unnaturally, her bright little face was slightly gloomy.
I don't know how many layers of blankets were laid in the carriage. It was thick. Sitting on the blankets was like sitting on a soft couch. It was smooth and stable. Ouyang Shaochen dared to say that it was bumpy...
"My lord, my shoulder is hurt a little, I'm afraid I won't be able to support my lord for too long..."
"Really?" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the curtain of the car and ordered softly: "Wuhen, drive back to the barracks, and go to Mingzhou after I have enough rest..."
"Don't go back..." Murong Xue interrupted him sharply, and stared at him bitterly.
Ouyang Shaochen didn't take it seriously, and said leisurely: "I have worked hard for several days and nights, and I am very tired. I must take a good rest..."
"My shoulder has already been medicated, and it's fine for the time being." Murong Xue stared at him, saying each word with a gnash of teeth in her cold voice.
Looking at her darkened little face, Ouyang Shaochen had a clear smile in his eyes, and nodded lightly: "That's great!" Resting his head on Murong Xue's shoulder, he slowly closed his eyes.
The sound of light and shallow breathing sounded from his shoulders, Murong Xueming's pretty face was slightly darkened, and her plain white hands grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's cheeks, and pinched them viciously until a few red finger prints were made. just hand...
Let him call her stupid again, let him despise her again, let him bully her again...
He is asleep now, she can take a small public revenge...
Evacuated towards the clouds, the mist subsided, and a little bit of golden light penetrated through the clouds and sprinkled on the earth.
The gates of Mingzhou City had already been opened, and the common people and small businessmen came and went in an endless stream.
Wuhen drove a carriage into Mingzhou City, stopped on a relatively bustling street, opened the curtain, and Ouyang Shaochen walked down first, his obsidian-like pupils were like a deep pool, bottomless, and there was nothing at all. Confusion and ignorance when the spirit is not good, the snow-colored clothes hang down on the ground, spotless...
Ruyu's hand reached into the carriage, and helped Murong Xue get off the carriage.
Looking at the street with no head in front and no end in the back, Murong Xue frowned puzzled: "What are you doing here?"
"Of course I'm looking for the shadow guard." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, his eyes deep.
Murong Xue's eyes froze: "The Shadow Guard is on this street?"
Ouyang Shaochen hummed lightly: "Did you see the blacksmith in front of you? The blacksmith who is blacksmithing is most likely the Shadow Guard!"
Murong Xuexue narrowed her eyes slightly, followed his direction and looked over, only to see a thirty-six or seven-year-old man wearing an open shirt, standing in front of a big rock, swinging a hammer, and hitting A hot, red soldering iron.
After he skillfully tapped and tapped the thick soldering iron, it quickly turned into a long and delicate sword. When it was placed in the water and stirred, there was only a sound of 'chi', and the sword took shape...
"See what?" Ouyang Shaochen couldn't help asking when she saw that the blacksmith was silent.
Murong Xue's eyes were dim, and she said in a low voice: "This man has been a blacksmith for a long time, his hands are thickly calloused, and his body is also stained with a strong market smell. If there seems to be no killing spirit, and he does things simply and neatly, without sloppiness at all, he is undoubtedly a soldier who has fought in the battlefield... "
"Xun Feng sensed the aura of the same kind from him, so he quietly inquired about him from the people nearby, and learned that he came to Mingzhou City ten years ago, two months after your father died in battle..." Ouyang Shao Chen explained softly.
Murong Xue nodded understandingly: "How is his martial arts?"
"Xun Feng hasn't had time to test it yet, but according to Xun Feng, this man's martial arts are probably on par with him..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, his dark eyes were as deep as a pool.
Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed sharply. Xun Feng's martial arts can be ranked among the top three in Xiaoyao Palace's hidden guards, but this person's martial arts are even on par with him: "It seems that this person may be a shadow guard." Sex is great...”
'brush! 'Two sharp gazes shot over suddenly, Murong Xue's eyes froze, she looked up, and saw the blacksmith man, with slightly lowered eyelids, he was holding the long sword that had just been forged, carefully carving it, God, focus on...
It was just her illusion just now, no one looked at her quietly
Murong Xue frowned puzzled, and from the corner of her eye, she saw the middle-aged man hanging the long sword on the wall of the room, and moved all the iron stone, iron stove, coal, etc. into the shop, turned around and locked the door. After going to the shop door, shaking the shirt on his body, he walked quickly along the street.
"What is he going to do?" Murong Xue narrowed her eyes slightly. It is Chen time (seven in the morning to nine in the morning), meal time, the direction the man is going, there are restaurants, and there are several breakfast shops stall.
But those small stalls are only more than ten meters away from his iron shop. If he is just having breakfast, there is no need to clean up the outside of the shop so clean...
"He should have something, let's follow him!" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, his dark eyes were as deep as a pool.
"Okay!" Murong Xue nodded, pulled Ouyang Shaochen, and followed quietly.
The two walked slowly along the stone road, keeping a short distance from the middle-aged man at all times, neither letting the man find them nor embarrassing them...