On the northwest official road, yellow dust filled the sky.

Tens of thousands of people were like a long dragon, winding on the loess road and heading eastward.

The wheels roll and the horse's hooves are sturdy.

In the middle of the line, a very wide carriage was marching.

The sun is scorching outside the carport and the heat is hot.

In the carriage, there was a petite lady wearing a light fur and winter clothes...

There is a small ice mirror placed at the four corners of the carriage, which makes the cold air infiltrate.

Even if an ordinary woman is healthy, how can she withstand the long-term cold?

However, at this time, it is really extravagant to use ice in this way.

Especially on the journey...

Only someone who is used to it will think of using raw nitrate to make ice...

The carriage is very large, with three women and one man inside.

There is a woman who is leaning against the wall of the carriage on the right. She has blonde hair and blue eyes, milky white skin, and is not as dressed as a Qin person, which is really a bit exposed.

She was talking to the beautiful woman wearing a light fur, but her eyes glanced to the left from time to time, and there was a clear gloating in her eyes.

On the left side of the carriage, a boy in brocade clothes was hugging a beautiful woman, smiling at the corner of his mouth, listening to the worried murmur of the woman in his arms, he didn't care much.

Occasionally, I would glance at the blond and blue-eyed exotic woman with warning eyes.

The scent of a daughter is filled with the carriage, which is soaking people's hearts and hearts.

Fixed on the small coffee table at the bottom of the car, there are several fruit plates, all of which are good products in the Western Regions, with a free and unrestrained fruit fragrance.

There are also several jars of wine jars in the corner, including spirits, fruit wine, and horse milk wine.

In a few glasses, half a cup of ice and half a cup of wine, it looks tempting and comfortable.

"Huanlang..."

The woman in the boy's arms felt the irregular hands in her arms, and she exclaimed in resentment.

It's time to think about these...

This tender woman was Dong Mingyue who "killed" the Taiwei of the Qin Dynasty with one palm that day.

Outside, she is the White Lotus Saint who makes many people frightened, and the Female Wuzong and the Qing Hawk leader who is very afraid of.

But in front of Jia Huan, she was just a spoiled little woman.

Looking at Dong Mingyue's faint eyes, Jia Huan laughed awkwardly, pulled out his hand from someone's arms, first glared at the sneering Sophia's hairy girl, and then shook her eyebrows at Xue Baoqin, who was red and pursing her lips and laughing secretly. After retracting her eyes, Jia Huan said squarely: "Yue'er, I've said it several times, it doesn't matter, and there's no big deal.

Isn’t it just Ye Daoxing? If you kill it, you will kill it!

Where do you have to eat and sleep like this?”

"laugh!"

On the side, Sofia, who is proficient in Qin culture, smiled and said, "Jia, you are too good at comforting people. Do you think the moon is a silly girl?

As far as I know, what you have committed is a serious crime of unforgivable crime of raiding the family and extermination of the clan!

Don’t say that you are just a marquis, or the crown prince of your Qin Dynasty. If you dare to kill the highest military minister at will, he will be dead!

Even Eros is the case.

If your Emperor of Qin doesn't punish you, he will probably not be able to sit on the throne..."

These words made Dong Mingyue and Xue Baoqin change their faces.

How could the two of them not know this? But they both forced themselves and believed in Jia Huan.

Now that this bubble has been exposed by Princess Sophia, both of them are frightened, their faces are horrified, and they are about to cry...

Jia Huan looked at Sophia and sneered: "You know a hammer!

If the prince killed the Taiwei, he would naturally be detained.

But am I the prince? Is the prince good enough?”

Princess Sophia smiled even colder when she heard this: "It's inexplicably rampant!

If you were in Petersburg, you would have died hundreds of times!

I really don’t know how you got to this position today!”

Jia Huan laughed and said, "No matter what, it's better than your prisoner anyway!

The winner is the king and the loser, so you, the prisoner, should you shut up obediently.

Killing a Taiwei may cause disaster, but killing a princess of an enemy country. This marquis promises that it will be fine!

Moreover, you can also rape and kill!"

"You... are shameless!!"

The very noble Princess Sophia has ever encountered such a despicable and despicable seed?

Even in St. Petersburg, countless princes and children respect her as gods.

Every time I meet her, I must rinse my mouth and incense first, for fear of defiling her holiness.

But the bad guy in front of him actually threatened to take her...

Damn it!

Princess Sophia's face turned red with anger, and her eyes were glaring at Jia Huan like a fire, wishing shedding him with cramps.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "Don't look at me like this, I didn't invite you to sit in my carriage."

Not happy to be here, go back to your own carriage!

No one invited you to come..."

Princess Sophia stopped hearing this, looked embarrassed, and after humming, she raised her head proudly, as if she hadn't heard of it.

What a joke!

go back?

Going back to that narrow and dense carriage, you can suffocate her to death!

If you don't suffocate, you can also die of heat.

How could she endure such hardships as such?

It would be fine if this despicable and stingy guy was willing to give her some ice, but who would be willing to squeeze here?

But this shameless guy refused to give her some ice slags...

Therefore, for this vulgar country bumpkin who has no aristocratic style, the proud Princess Sophia decided to ignore him again!

Of course, it is not convenient to joke and provoke him anymore. As long as you continue to enjoy the coolness of summer here, you can do it.

I just don't know what happened in St. Petersburg...

Queen Catherine, even if you are proud, you can only be proud. After I go back, we will settle the accounts!

The great Eros Empire belongs to the great Romanov family. Do you, the daughter of a Lithuanian farmer, dare to get involved?

snort!

On the other hand, after suppressing this Mao girl, Jia Huan no longer paid attention to her and once again persuaded Dong Mingyuelai:

"Yue, just let a hundred hearts go.

After returning to Beijing, there may be some twists and turns and some benefits may be given up, but it will never be said that the family will be confiscated and the clan will be destroyed.

And even if some benefits are temporarily given up, you will only get more in the future!

Besides, others don’t know how Ye Daoxing died, don’t you?

Didn’t Uncle Yuan say everything...

We are just a scapegoat!

If that person dares to go too far and get more and more flaws, don’t blame me for showing it to him.”

When Dong Mingyue heard this, she shook her head and sighed again, not knowing what to say.

No matter how Jia Huan comforted her, she could not relieve her worries.

She is not for herself, but for Jia Huan.

Regardless of the person beside him, Dong Mingyue snuggled in Jia Huan's arms, hugged him tightly with her backhand, and murmured: "Why are you so stupid..."

Whenever she remembered that day, Jia Huan waved his sword and cut off Ye Daoxing's head and took the responsibility on her body, she still felt that her heart was about to melt...

No matter how outsiders look at him or what kind of gaze the outsiders look at, in Dong Mingyue's heart, Jia Huan is her most important person, no doubt about it.

Just because of that unswerving sword...

Xue Baoqin, who had already known the inside story, looked at the two people who were supporting each other with some envy.

In her opinion, the two people sitting in the car hugging each other gently were really poetic...

And she finally understood why so many strange women in the garden are all devoted to such a young man who is not even able to understand literature and writing.
To be continued...