Chapter 310

The process of going down the mountain was boring. The two people in front of me gradually disappeared. Helpless, they had to help each other with Xia Yue, "Miss, look!"

They just turned a corner and saw Qin Yuran waiting in front of them. Beitanghao was walking slowly in the distance alone.

"Here you are

Qin Yuran hurriedly comes forward and reaches out his hand with a smile.

She weighed her toes and looked at the figure of beitanghao not far away from her eyes. She wanted to move forward quickly, but her legs were heavy and she walked slowly in the back.

Qin Yuran and her companion said in a soft voice, "I'm tired all the way."

She turned her mouth and paid no attention to her. She only wanted to catch up with beitanghao. However, he was so fast that he only took a few steps. He was far behind and slowed down.

Like the radish hanging in front of the donkey, it can only be seen and hard to reach. Qin Yuran is always with her.

Seeing her look dispirited, he immediately helped her.

No matter how disheartened she said, she was still smiling. Gradually, she walked a long way. Qin Yuran was panting, and she was still watching with concern.

Wang Fuchun's depression gradually disappeared, and her expression slightly eased. Tired and hungry, I almost fainted. I had to put my hand in Qin Yuran's palm. They walked together for a long time.

"Why are you so affectionate to me?" she asked suspiciously

"Look at the side imperial concubine said, we all live in the palace together. We are predestined. We should support each other. Be careful!" With a cry of surprise, she narrowly grabbed her.

Wang Fuchun suddenly slipped and couldn't control her body. The stone at her feet fell off the cliff, and her face was pale. When she looked at her again, she said with fear: "it's good to have you!"

The servant girl was holding an umbrella. Fortunately, the two supported each other, so tired that their legs trembled to the end. At the foot of the mountain, beitanghao had already been waiting. Seeing them go down the mountain, they were frowning with their swords. "We have to go back quickly!"

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the road is extremely muddy. This plan is to return to the city before dark, but they are still trapped on the way. With the fog and dim light, they point forward and say, "we'd better go to stay overnight first."

There was mud and water all the way, and there were pits and pits, and it was very dangerous at night. Beitanghao agreed to come down.

Walking into the village, Wang Fuchun lifted the curtain, looked at the thatched cottage, and the dirty path. Full of disgust, he called to the coachman: "no, let's hurry back to the house. I don't want to live here!"

"Listen to the rain and the rugged road. It's not safe to go back until tomorrow morning." Qin Yuran said in a warm voice.

From childhood to adulthood, Wang Fuchun had never suffered such pain.

Under the dim dark light, I saw the black mud, and my eyes flashed a little panic. He called to beitanghao: "Lord, these are the places where lowly people live. Let's go back to the palace!"

Beitang Hao stopped his horse, looked at her and said coldly, "if you want to go back, I'll send someone to send you off!" Holding Qin Yuran's hand, she jumped down lightly. The shoe was suddenly cold and could not take care of it for a moment.

Beitanghao quickly put his arm around her shoulder and squeezed under the oil paper umbrella.

Seeing this scene, Wang Fuchun was so envious that he quickly lifted the curtain and called out to them, "Lord, wait for my concubine!"

Xia Yue was holding an umbrella for her with all her hands and feet. As soon as she landed, she immediately screamed. The sharp cry startled the villagers not far away. He was wearing a coir raincoat and playing a lantern, leaning against the front of the Chai leaf and looking at the people, "is it?"

"Uncle, we come out of Kyoto and want to spend the night in the village!"

Under the dim candle light, I could see that the visitors were well dressed, full of silk and emerald.

For a moment, he appeared to be restrained and flashed aside. He wanted to let them in. Suddenly, he patted his forehead and said apologetically, "the thatched cottage is too small to accommodate many people."

"Excuse me, many of us want to stay for one night. I don't know where to go?"

Just want to deal with one night, see his dilemma, hastily said.

"This one As soon as he patted his head, he seemed to think, "well, I'll take you to the village head's house first. The whole village is a little spacious, and few people are involved in it!"

Wang Fuchun waited for a long time, crackling, big raindrops splashing on the ground, and the skirt was wet.

Her heart is very uncomfortable, let Xia Yu a hand hold an umbrella, two people fall behind, the road bumpy uneven, accidentally immersed in the mud.

It seems that you can't see the end in the dark. Walking along the narrow path, she is crying. However, Qin Yuran and beitanghao are chatting and talking with their fellow villagers.

He was deeply touched. "For many years, there has never been a distinguished guest in our village."

This place is near Kyoto. From time to time, there will be merchants in the past who should not have paid attention to it. They asked the reason curiously.

"Originally our village was very hospitable, but recently, ah!" He was so hesitant that he hesitated.Qin Yuran asked in surprise, "is there a local tyrant here?"

"This one His face was embarrassed and he hesitated to speak.

There was a bright light not far away, and he immediately said happily, "there it is. Ladies, please be careful of your feet."

Be careful. What's the point? It's very muddy everywhere. Wang Fuchun's clothes have already been splashed and dragged on his body. He felt very uncomfortable. He rushed forward and said, "do you know if there is a place for bathing in the village head's house?"

The villagers are in a dilemma. "The countryside is not particular about the cost of bathing and firewood..."

It's abrupt to disturb her rashly. Beitang Hao stares at Wang Fuchun, as if to blame her for her trouble.

She immediately lowered her head and did not dare to speak.

There was a knock on the door. The village head and his wife opened the door with umbrellas. They were surprised to see the stranger.

The villagers told the reason, and they quickly let people in.

Under the eaves, some chickens were pecking leisurely. They stepped forward naturally, but Wang Fuchun hesitated in the courtyard.

The servant girl protected her and whispered, "Miss, it's cold outside, let's go in!"

"But..."

Wang Fuchun pointed to the chicken in front of her, and her face was slightly frightened. She said in a soft voice, "it's just a chicken."

She immediately looked back at him, and she said in horror, "don't you see that they look so terrible? Ah A chicken rushed over, flapping its wings around her.

Wang Fuchun was startled and pushed away the summer moon. The chicken was also frightened and dodged from time to time, but happened to bump into each other.