Luodu, a low-key but luxurious carriage, slowly drove out from the city gate.
The carriage seems to be made of precious deep-sea dead wood. It has a deep color and an intoxicating luster. When you get closer and smell it, it also emits a faint fragrance.
The pillars and window lattice are all carved with exquisite totems, and various exotic flowers and plants compete with each other on them, making them lifelike.
The curtains and door curtains are made of black silk, blocking outside prying eyes, blocking the severe cold and heat, and isolating the carriage into another world.
The four black horses pulling the cart are just ordinary horses, but they look more handsome.
The twenty people guarding the carriage in front and behind were riding dark-skinned spiritual beasts and horses, and they were also dressed in black robes. Everyone's face is young and stern, showing a kind of stability and fortitude that belies their age.
In the carriage, the laughter of 'Yingying' came.
That charming voice broke the seriousness and dullness of this convoy.
Inside the carriage, the warm fragrance of nephrite and all kinds of luxurious decorations filled the entire carriage. In the secret compartment hidden inside, there are all kinds of wine and food.
Green smoke curls up from the hollow incense burner.
The aroma is not strong, very elegant, and has a refreshing effect.
On the soft cushion, a voluptuous figure in red is reclining. The winding curves cannot be seen clearly, but it adds a vague sense of mystery.
She is extremely beautiful and delicate, with an androgynous face, fair skin that can be broken by a blow, and the purple earring on her left earlobe exudes a coquettish luster, making her face look like a dream, evil and wild.
Her long hair, as silky as ink, was tied high by a feather crown, which showed her heroic spirit.
After taking off his armor, Mu Qingge put on his loose red clothes and seemed to be back to the playboy who only knew how to have fun.
She rested her head on Huayue's legs and let Huayue's soft, boneless hands gently rub her head. His slightly raised eyes were closed tightly, as if he had fallen asleep. However, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, but she seemed to be sleeping but not asleep.
"Youhe, do you think our young master is becoming more and more exciting?" Huayue lowered her eyes and chuckled, her hands kept moving, but her charming little mouth was teasing.
Youhe, who was carefully preparing snacks for Mu Qingge, pursed her lips and smiled softly: "Is it possible that Hua Yue is tempted?"
Hua Yue said coquettishly: "I am really tempted. If the young master is willing to marry me, I will marry him."
"Pfft! You're such a shameless little lady." Youhe couldn't help covering his lips and chuckled.
Huayue was not ashamed and laughed.
The two women laughed so hard that their waists trembled, but Mu Qingge slowly opened a gap and glanced at them. He said playfully: "How about both of you marry me."
"Ah! The young master is awake."
"Little Sir."
As soon as Mu Qingge opened her mouth, the two women immediately rushed towards her and surrounded her.
Those two pairs of eyes as tender as ripples of light fell on her.
Mu Qingge raised her hand with one hand and turned it over. Youhe immediately handed a cup of warm tea into her hand. After taking a sip, she looked at the two girls with a half-smile and said, "Are you two ladies in love? Do you want me to find two suitable husbands for you?"
"No! Young Master, we sisters have made up our minds to stay with you for the rest of our lives." Hua Yue said hurriedly.
Youhe also nodded seriously.
They never thought about men or anything like that.
Their expressions didn't seem to be fake, and Mu Qingge didn't say much.
At this moment, the two women have not met their sweethearts yet, so any further talk is in vain. Instead of wasting a lot of words now, it is better to make plans in the future when the marriage comes.
(End of chapter)