Chapter 287 With Long Hair And A Monarch's Heart

Su Mianyue smiled and ran her delicate fingers through Biwu's smooth black hair. After straightening it out, she gave her a simple haircut.

I don't know if it was the feeling of combing Biwu's hair that was too deep, or the feeling of her heart, she whispered, "Long hair is like a king's heart, and white hair is inseparable. My baby Biwu has such a good head of black silk, and he will definitely have a gentleman gentleman, and your white head is inseparable."

Su Mianyue's tone was faint, and there was still a faint smile on his lips, but anyone who heard it would feel that there was an indelible sadness in his words.

Biwu's eyes darkened. The man she had thought would never leave her had already moved on, and even hurt her so badly that she no longer wanted to think about love in her life.

The master and servant were silent for a while. After Su Mianyue had tied up Biwu's hair, he heard biwu say in a low voice, "Biwu is unwilling to marry a woman in this life, so he will serve her all his life and go to the world with her. Didn't miss say that the quickest thing in life is to be free and easy?"

Su Mianyue chuckled and tapped on Biwu's nose, "Do you really think that rivers and lakes are so easy to roam? In the future, you and I will be able to practice in the Purple Mist Mountain at ease. Maybe we can have more protection when we leave the mountain after ten years. Otherwise, if we see the blood and injury in the sky, it is not reckless, it is not a physical abuse, okay?"

The master and servant ignored the other two people in the carriage. They had no idea how Yinn Yue felt about their interaction, which made the hatred in Wanyan Lin's eyes fade a little, but the look of examination became more intense.

"I don't care. Anyway, I don't want to marry anyone. I'll stay by her side for the rest of my life. She won't marry herself. Don't look for any official reasons to persuade me. It won't work." Biwu's brain was shaking like a rattle drum, determined not to agree to the marriage.

"Ah!" Su Mianyue sighed deliberately and said sadly, "I've always been an unmarried girl. Who would have thought that it would be unreliable to recognize a girl like you? Why would I feel so sad when I thought that in my old age there was no younger generation to be filial to me?"

Biwu rolled his eyes and said with a snort, "Miss, you can continue to pretend. With your ability to make money, you can buy a large number of servants and adopt a few orphans under your name. Are you afraid that no one will die of old age? To put it bluntly, I just want to go on my own. I don't want to take this burden with me, so I just want to throw me into those stinky men and trample on them. I won't let miss get what she wants."

Touching her nose, Su Mianyue felt that Biwu was really not cute and had to expose her little thoughts.

The interaction between master and servant made Yinn Yue envious. In this life, no one could speak without scruples, and no one was willing to live and die with her from the bottom of their hearts.

Although his heart was filled with emotion, the action of treating Wanyan Lin's wound did not slow down. It was just that the wound on Wanyan Lin's abdomen was a little frightening, and there were pieces of wood left in his body. Yinn Yue did not dare to move, so he could only help him apply the hemostatic first, and then hand it to the imperial doctor for further treatment after returning to the palace.

Wanyan Lin's mood was a lot more complicated, and he didn't forget how to move back into the game. Being threatened by a woman was the greatest humiliation of his life.

Perhaps they wanted to use their words to divert their attention away from Wanyan Lin's presence. Su Mianyue and Biwu had been bickering and chatting, but neither of them really relaxed. Sometimes, one eye and one small movement were communicating what they had found out about each other.

The carriage finally arrived at the city gate, and Wanyan Lin's men drove it out of Imperial Capital without having to be investigated.

When they reached an open space, Su Mianyue drove the coachman away and went out to drive with Biwu. Finally, they didn't have to breathe in the same room as Wanyan Lin. Su Mianyue couldn't help but take a few deep breaths and looked up at the stars, feeling exceptionally bright and dazzling.

"Baby Biwu, we're finally out. Let me sing you a song." Su Mianyue was in a good mood and did not care about the feelings of the two people in the carriage. Without waiting for biwu to nod, he began to sing the melody that he could hear when he opened the hunan channel during the winter and summer holidays -" dang."

Although many celebrities have sung it before, Su Mianyue's favorite is the version of the power train, which feels more interesting and exciting.

"When there are no edges and corners on the mountain, when the river is no longer flowing... Let us live with the mortal world in a natural and unrestrained manner, let us ride our horses and share the prosperity of the world, let us sing joy in our hearts when we drink and sing songs, let us grasp the youth in a vigorous manner..." Su Mianyue subconsciously changed the breakup in the lyrics to a distraction, with a bright smile on her face. From time to time, she threw a wink at biwu and sang a song to make Biwu laugh.

The lyrics of the song were simple and the melody was not complicated. In addition, it was very suitable for the mood at this time. Biwu only listened to it once and then hummed along with it. Even if it was out of tune or didn't remember the lyrics, it was nothing. Just be happy.

The master and servant sang along the way, as if the road in front of them was the same as the song in their lyrics. Su Mianyue could not help but speed up his horse whip. Wanyan Lin, who was injured in the carriage, was snorted several times by the bumps, and his face was covered with cold sweat. But he refused to slow Su Mianyue down. Yinn Yue wanted to open his mouth, but he also knew Wanyan Lin's temperament, so he could only sit beside him and help him as much as possible.

The carriage continued into the dead of night. Su Mianyue knew that the tail behind her was getting smaller and smaller, but all that remained were real experts. She had to defend herself.

After exchanging a look with Biwu, the two of them stopped in the middle of the gossip and prepared for a picnic.

"If the empress wants some hot food, please do it yourself. We are not servants in the palace. We will not serve anyone." Biwu lifted the curtain of the car and looked haughtily at the two people in the car who had been jolted. He was in a good mood. Finally, the bird's breath came out, but it wasn't enough.

"Thank you for reminding me." Yinn Yue's attitude was gentle, as if nothing in the world could change his face.

Hmph, Biwu hated this kind of soft and weak woman the most, as if who did not protect her was a great sin.

Although Yinn Yue's people were better than Gu Linng's, they were equally bad in nature, and they were all the people who hurt Su Mianyue.

After putting down the curtain, Biwu walked to the side and lived with Su Mianyue. The so-called hot food was nothing more than roasting dry food over a fire, with cold water on it.

"Your majesty, your concubines are not good at cooking. Please don't despise them." Yinn Yue had not touched the spring water since she was a child, and a fire had made her ashen face, and her eyes were red from the smoke. She held a burnt steamed bun in her hand and handed it to Wanyan Lin.

Wanyan Lin, who had suffered before, would not be picky about food at such a time, which made Yinn Yue feel relieved. He also sat aside and ate silently, but he choked several times and didn't dare to cough.

The evening breeze blew through the curtains, and Wanyan Lin could occasionally see the master and servant sitting by the fire to keep warm. He began to chew the bun quickly.

Regardless of her physical injuries, she jumped out of the carriage and walked towards su mianyue and su mianyue. Yinn Yue, who was so scared of the carriage, hurriedly followed her with a cloak in his hand, the only thing that Biwu had thrown at her to keep out the cold.