Don't abuse the prince, the princess has remarried

"You can go, but I don't have time to wait for you to whine."

Jun Mochen was worried that she was tired, but he didn't worry at all when he said it, full of disgust.

Gu Qianzhou: "..."

All right, he insisted on hugging her, but she didn't think much about leaving by herself.

Going outside, Jun Mochen hugged her onto the big black horse, then got on the horse, sat behind her, hugged her with one hand, and pulled the rein with the other, and rode the horse down the mountain.

It was already dark, but I was traveling by the faint moonlight, and I was not walking fast.

I don't know if it's because she's finally safe at this moment after running around for a few days, and the feeling of exhaustion floods in, or because the man's chest is too comfortable and warm. She was originally upright and maintained her posture. As she walked, her body gradually softened. In his arms, and walking again, she tilted her head and fell asleep directly leaning there.

Jun Mochen was walking, and found that his arms were arched, soft, like a kitten's extreme dependence on its owner.

In an instant, a heart softened into a mess, as if it was filled with something, and there was an indescribable swelling, like a person who has walked in the desert for too long and finally saw his way back.

The journey down the mountain was very long, but he felt that it was not enough. He only hoped that this journey would be longer, and further.

Because he knows that what is in his arms is not a kitten that depends on people, but a little tiger. Once he wakes up, he will open his teeth and claws to eat people.

Gu Qianzhou fell into a deep sleep, but the flames soaring into the sky and the loud voices of people woke her up in an instant.

She opened her eyes, was at a loss for a moment, and immediately sat up straight in a daze.

Seeing the flames soaring into the sky not far away, and the faint sound of fighting, he couldn't help but frowned and said, "What's going on?"

Before Jun Mochen could speak, Jingyun, who had gone to explore the way, came back and announced loudly, "It's the people from the government who came, and there are some people from all corners of the world who are fighting against the traitors, and they are fighting to the death. .”

Jun Mo frowned.

How did you alarm the people in the government?
But now that the fight is on, naturally we can't let the rebels go, and immediately said in a deep voice, "Go and help them."

"Yes!"

The startled cloud responded and immediately flew forward.

Jun Mochen clasped Gu Qianzhou's waist with his big hands, and said in a low voice, "Sit down."

As soon as the words fell, the rein was pulled, and the big black horse swooped down like an arrow off the string.

Arriving at the fire below, I saw a few men in white lying on the ground, and the government officials were examining the corpses.

There are quite a few people from the Jianghu next to them, all of them are dressed in strong clothes, carrying big knives or long swords, they look like Lianjiazi, but they are more powerful than the people from the government, but the leader is a nun, with a sword in his hand. Holding two big knives, the tips of the knives were still dripping with blood, which looked a little scary.

When Gu Qianzhou saw Mammy, he called out uncertainly, "Mammy Gui?"

The person is still the same, but his manner has changed drastically. When he was in Fu's mansion, he was clearly a nagging and kind-hearted nanny, but at this moment, holding a big knife and licking blood, it looks like he came out of a bandit's den female bully.

Nanny Gui killed a few rebels, but she couldn't find Gu Qianzhou. She was in a hurry, when she heard Gu Qianzhou's voice, she turned her eyes and looked over.

Seeing Gu Qianzhou sitting on a tall horse, with a flawless face and neat limbs, he immediately chanted a sentence of Amitabha, and put the two big knives back into the scabbards behind him with a bang, and strode forward to grab Gu Qianzhou. Qian Zhou's little hand transformed into an old nanny in a second, crying...