The carriage traveled all night until the next morning, when Ning Lang woke up in the swaying of the carriage. The moment he woke up, he remembered what his parents said and that he had fainted later. He jumped up almost instinctively after remembering this, but because he jumped up so suddenly, his head hit the carriage directly.
"Bang!"
“Hiss! It hurts!”
There was a loud crash, accompanied by a gasp and a cry of pain. He covered his forehead with one hand, looked at the young man in red who had his hands folded across his chest and his eyes closed, and his anger suddenly flared up.
"Fengjiu! I told you I won't go, why did you bring me out? You even encouraged my parents to drug me? You, you, you are so despicable!" He pointed at Fengjiu with his chubby finger and cursed.
Feng Jiu slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were cold and indifferent: "Ning Lang."
Just one glance and Ning Lang's heart began to empty. He involuntarily put down the hand that was pointing at him, and even his eyes became evasive. The anger in his heart turned into grievance. He pouted and sat down, turning his head away and not looking at him.
"I already told you I wouldn't go, why did you still get me out? And using such despicable means." He muttered softly, but didn't dare to point at him and curse.
Duan Ye, who was driving the carriage outside, was slightly moved when he heard the movement inside the carriage. The longer he spent with Feng Jiu, the more he felt that he could not see through her. Sometimes he felt that he was easy-going and could be said to anything, but sometimes he felt that he had a weird personality and was not easy to get along with. When he looked cold, the aura on his body was strange and scary.
He was a good driver and followed his orders, let alone Ning Xiaopang.
"From the moment you left home, you have to listen to me and don't cause me trouble for no reason. Otherwise, don't blame me for punishing you." She said coldly, then closed her eyes and stopped looking at him.
Ning Lang opened his mouth several times, but nothing came out. He looked at Feng Jiu who closed her eyes and thought to himself: He should not fight with him, and wait for a chance to escape. He didn't believe that he couldn't go home.
Thinking of this, he calmed down. He sat in the carriage and looked around. He then lifted the curtain and saw Duan Ye wearing grey clothes. He couldn't help but laugh: "Duan Ye, look at what you are wearing? A prince is not afraid of being laughed at for dressing like this."
Duan Ye looked back at him with a stern face, then glanced at Feng Jiu who was resting with her eyes closed, and said, "Don't mention my identity as a prince."
"Alright, alright, I won't say any more." He patted his shoulder, looked outside, and asked, "Where are we going? I'm so sore from sitting in the carriage. When can we go to the inn to rest?"
"I'll call you when we get there." He drove the carriage faster.
Seeing this, Ning Lang did not speak again. He retreated into the carriage and stared at Feng Jiu, his mind racing.
Until, about an hour later, they entered a town. When they got inside, Duan Ye found an inn and stopped the carriage. He jumped out of the carriage and said to the two people in the carriage, "We have arrived at the inn."
Ning Lang jumped out immediately. His chubby body was quite agile. After getting off the carriage, he stretched his back and walked into the inn first: "Boss, three first-class guest rooms, please."