Looking at Murongxue's hopeful eyes, Ouyang Shaochen's dark eyes popped with an imperceptible smile, and disappeared instantly, so it was difficult to say: "After all, the carriage is a carriage. Even if you walk slowly, it will also bump. ... "
"Then let's lay a few more blankets in the carriage and block two on both sides of the carriage, so that you can't feel the bumps basically ..." Murong Xue said one word after another.
"Really?" Shaochen Ouyang frowned slightly, doubting her.
"Of course it is true, I lied to you what to do, it's not too early, let's go, let's go!" Murong Xue said with a smile, grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's arm, and even dragged him up. , Pushing him out of the tent and into the carriage.
Without a trace, he drove the horse-drawn carriage out of the barracks and drove on the flat official road.
Murong Xue was sitting in front of the window, slightly picking up the car window, watching the fast-retrospecting night scene by the faint moonlight in the night sky, his shoulder suddenly sank, and Ouyang Shaochen sat next to her, with her head closed on her shoulder repose.
Murongxue frowned, "Why are you, Shizi?"
"Resting." Shaochen Ouyang replied lightly, his voice light as a breeze.
"If you want to take a good rest, you should lie down. What are you doing on my shoulder?" Murong Xue looked at him puzzled.
"The car was too bumpy, and I couldn't sleep while lying down," Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, warm breath sprayed on Murongxue's cheeks, her eyes flickered unnaturally, her bright face slightly gloomy.
In the carriage, I didn't know how many layers of blankets were laid. The thick ones were sitting on the blankets. It was like sitting on a soft couch. It was smooth and steady. Ouyang Shaochen dare to say bumps ...
"Shizi, my shoulder was hurt a little, I am afraid I can't support Shizi for too long ..."
"Really?" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the car curtain softly commanded: "Wuhen, drive back to the military camp, wait for the rest of the world to rest, then go to Mingzhou ..."
"Don't go back ..." Murong Xue interrupted his words sharply, staring at him resentfully.
Ouyang Shaochen disagreed and said: "This family is tired for a few days and nights, it is very tired, and you must rest well ..."
"I have taken medicine on my shoulder, and it doesn't matter for a while." Murong Xue stared at him, saying one word at a time, his cold voice smelling of his teeth.
Looking at her darkened face, Ouyang Shaochen's eyes appeared a clear smile, and nodded gently: "It's so good!" The head was resting on Murong Xue's shoulders, and he slowly closed his eyes.
A light and shallow breath sounded from his shoulders, Murong Xueliang's bright face was slightly dark, and the white hand grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's cheek, squeezed a few fiercely, straight out a few red fingerprints, just Stop it ...
Let him say she is stupid again, let him despise her again, let him bully her again ...
He's asleep now, she can have a little bitter feud ...
As the clouds evacuated, the mist subsided, and a little golden light penetrated the clouds and spilled onto the ground.
The gates of Mingzhou City have long been opened, and civilians and small business hawkers come and go.
Wuzhen drove the carriage into the Mingzhou City, stopped on a relatively bustling street, opened the curtain, and Ouyang Shaochen walked down first. The obsidian-like eye pupil was like a deep secluded lake. The confusion and ignorance when the spirit is bad, the snow-colored coat hangs on the ground lightly, and it is spotless ...
Ruyu reached into the carriage and helped Murong Xue walk off the carriage.
Looking at the streets where they didn't see their heads, and their backs, Murong Xue frowned, "What are you doing here?"
"Nature is to find Yingwei." Shaochen Ouyang said lightly, his eyes deep.
Murongxue's eyes flicked: "Yingwei is on this street?"
Ouyang Shaochen gave a faint whisper: "Did you see the iron shop in front of you? The blacksmith who is making iron is most likely the shadow guard!"
Murong Xuexue narrowed his eyes, followed his direction, and saw a 36-year-old man wearing a short chest with an open chest, standing in front of a large rock, slamming his hammer and beating hard. A burnt reddish soldering iron.
After his clever knocking and beating, the thick soldering iron quickly turned into a long and delicate sword. When it was put into the water, the sword was formed ...
"Did you see anything?" Shaochen Ouyang asked her when she saw that the blacksmith was not talking.
Murongxue's eyes were low and he said in a low voice: "This man has been working as a blacksmith for a long time, and his hands are grinded with thick cocoons, and his body is also stained with a strong smell of the city. If there is a seemingly arrogant spirit, the work is also neat and clean, and it will not drag the mud at all. It is no doubt that the soldiers who have fought in the battlefield ... "
"Xun Feng noticed the same kind of breath from him, so he quietly inquired 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, knowing: "How is his martial art?"
"Xunfeng hasn't had time to explore yet, but according to Xunfeng, this man's martial arts are probably comparable to him ..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, with dark eyes and deep pupils.
Murong Xue's eyes were squinted with cold eyes, and Xunfeng's martial arts ranked among the top three in the Xiaoyao Wangfu dark guard. This man's martial arts was not comparable to him: "It seems that this person is a shadow guard. Very sexual ... "
'brush!'Two sharp lines of sight suddenly shot over, Murong Xue looked awkwardly, looked up, and saw the iron man, he saw his eyelids slightly, holding the long sword he had just cast, carefully carved, dedicated God, focus ...
It was just her illusion, no one looked at her quietly?
Murongxue frowned, Yu Guang saw that the middle-aged man hung his sword on the wall of the room, and moved all the things such as iron stone, iron stove, coal, etc. into the shop, and turned to lock On the door of the shop, he shook his half-shirt and walked along the street quickly.
"What is he going to do?" Murong Xue narrowed his eyes slightly. It is now the hour (from 7 am to 9 am), meal time, the direction of the men's travel, there are restaurants, and there are several early sellers. Stall.
But the stalls are not more than ten meters away from his iron shop. If he only eats breakfast, there is no need to clean the shop outside so cleanly ...
"What should he do, let's follow him!" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, with dark eyes and deep pupils.
"Good!" Murongxue nodded, pulling Ouyang Shaochen, and quietly followed.
The two walked slowly along the stone road, always keeping a short distance from the middle-aged man, neither letting the man discover them, nor embarrassing ...