Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

Both Aofeng and Qingyang were frightened. Since you like Miss Xu Er, why do you tease her like this?

This place is still far away from the capital. If you don't have enough leg strength, it may be a bit tiring to rely on your feet. According to the second girl's temperament, Duan Duan would not ask them for help.

Lang Zhuo stopped in front of Bei Sheng, stretched out his long arms, and whispered: "Come up."

Beisheng didn't hesitate, grabbed his luggage from the cart and threw it to Ofeng. After holding Lang Zhuo's hand, he was lifted onto the horse and sat in front of Lang Zhuo.

This scene made Orfeng and Qingyang look stupid again. They thought that Miss Xu Er was a bloody person and would reject the adults, but they didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, they were already half-circled in the arms of the adults.

While they were looking at each other, Lang Zhuo had already flicked his riding whip and started running.

Beisheng is not a fool. How can she get home without her leg strength?

Besides, now that I have met Lang Zhuo, I know that I can't escape. If I refuse, it is better to be more relaxed and wait until we get to the capital to settle accounts with him.

The lush vegetation on both sides of the road ran past quickly, her back pressed tightly against Lang Zhuo's broad chest, and there was a slight sound of wind in her ears, but his heavy breathing was always behind her ears.

Beisheng's long hair brushed against Lang Zhuo's face, and there was still a faint medicinal fragrance. He deliberately buried his face in her hair to smell the fragrance, and took a bite on her delicate and white neck. .

Bei Sheng, who originally pretended not to care, felt as if something had hit his heart, and he became stiff for an instant.

How dare he do it in front of his subordinates!

However, it turns out that there is nothing that Lang Zhuo is afraid of, and everything depends on whether he is willing or not.

Their horses ran to the front, but Aofeng and Qingyang were behind with the large team. Even if the adults in front made any small moves towards Xu Beisheng, they couldn't see clearly.

Lang Zhuo had no worries at all in the barren mountains, and the jolting of the horse could not stop the desire that came out of his heart.

His lips kissed her stiff neck again and again, and kissed again and again. He smiled proudly when he saw the purple scars left on his fair skin.

Bei Sheng's whole body was already burning hot, but his lips fell on her red-hot ear. He only touched it once, and she felt itchy and ran away, almost falling off her horse.

"Don't hide, I have something to say to you." His voice was a little hoarse due to not having rest for the past two days. Although he didn't feel it when he spoke loudly, it was even more obvious when he whispered now.

Beisheng froze and listened to him.

He put his face on her shoulder and said in a trembling voice: "Beisheng, I can't live without you, marry me..."

There was a buzz in Beisheng's mind, but his mind was extremely clear, and he said firmly: "No!"

This answer was already in Lang Zhuo's mind. He didn't ask back or get angry. He just smiled lowly and said, "It's okay not to get married, but you can only think of me."

Beisheng didn't know what to say for a moment.

The group entered Fengyang City and found an inn. Beisheng asked for a guest room to wash and bandage her wounds, and then asked the innkeeper to buy her another set of clean clothes.

The two beautiful clothes Xiao Xu gave her were all stained, but she couldn't bear to throw them away, so she rolled them up and stuffed them into the package.

Lang Zhuo and his party had to rush back to Beijing, so Bei Sheng packed up and set off on the road immediately without staying any longer.

The horse galloped all the way, and it was just past midnight when we arrived in the capital.

The horse's hooves stopped in front of the gate of Duke An Guo's Mansion. Lang Zhuo was about to dismount first and then help her down. Unexpectedly, Bei Sheng held the horse's neck and slid down first.

She lowered her head and said nothing, silently walked towards Orfeng, asked for her luggage, and walked up the steps of the mansion before remembering that she seemed to have forgotten to salute Lang Zhuo.

Then he turned around and lowered his head, and the scars on the back of his neck were clearly exposed, which could be clearly seen by Weifeng Qingyang and others riding on the high horse.

Beisheng asked softly: "Sir, why don't you have your meal first before leaving?"

Lang Zhuo's eyebrows moved slightly, the corners of his lips slowly curved, and he said: "No, I still have official business. I will come back to you after I finish handling it."

Beisheng's whole body froze again. How could others not hear the ambiguity in his tone? Didn't he avoid anything?

Her lips moved, and she was about to tell Lang Zhuo to put his official business first and not come to her again. Unexpectedly, the door behind her opened with a creak, and Jin Huai poked his head out. When he saw it was Bei Sheng, he hurriedly came out and opened his arms to give her a big hug. As if no one was crying, he cried, "Sister..."

After calling out "sister", I choked up and couldn't hold back my tears.

I have been worried and scared these days and nights, thinking that I would never see Bei Sheng again. I suppressed my emotions before and did not vent them, but now that I saw my sister again, I couldn't bear it anymore.

"Stop crying, isn't my sister back safely?" Bei Sheng pushed him away and gently wiped away the tears on the young man's face.

There was the sound of horse reins shaking next to them, and when Bei Sheng turned around again, Lang Zhuo and his party had already left in a hurry.

The experience of the past few days seemed like a big dream. After waking up from the dream, she was still in this rich courtyard.

Only the pain on her arm and the hot temperature on the back of her neck reminded her that everything was real.

After hearing the news, Wan Yue and Lu Zhu also came out to pick up the second girl. Beisheng gave Wan Yue his luggage and immediately went to Mei Xiangju.

Nanyin expressed some concern, while Mrs. Yun hugged Beisheng and cried bitterly. The fear of almost losing her daughter was still lingering in her heart. In the past two or three days, her hair had turned a lot whiter.

Xu Zhaoting's face was dark.

He hasn't mentioned Lang Zhuo's proposal to his wife yet, he just wants to wait until Bei Sheng comes back and asks her what she means.

Some rumors from the Gaoyang Marquis Mansion also reached Xu Zhaoting's ears, but Beisheng had been missing for the past two days, and he hadn't had time to ask.

When Mrs. Yun had finished crying while holding Bei Sheng in her arms and was helped by Ye Zhi to rest, Xu Zhaoting took Nan Yin away and then grabbed Bei Sheng and asked him.

It's just that he is a father, and he is a father who has never raised her. Some words are really difficult to say directly, and he can only watch his daughter's reaction indirectly.

Xu Zhaoting twirled his beard for a long time before saying: "On the way back from the disaster relief work that day, my father and Marquis Gao Yang got chatting for a while, so they arranged a marriage between you and Prince Zhao. If you blame your father for being reckless, my father will treat the matter with the same person." Marquis Gao Yang told me to leave and retreat."

Bei Sheng lowered her head, her eyes wandering, and folded her hands in silence for a moment. She said, "No, dad, if the Marquis Gaoyang family feels that this marriage is inappropriate, they will come to the house to cancel the engagement. In this case, they will be unreasonable. If If our family speaks first, we will be at a disadvantage in terms of public opinion."

Xu Zhaoting took a breath with a hiss, frowned and looked at her in confusion, "Did you hear some rumors, or do you have other ideas in your mind?"

Beisheng secretly sighed. She had originally planned to leave the capital by breaking off her engagement with Zhao Shu, but now that she couldn't leave, she simply told Xu Zhaoting the truth about her thoughts.

She smiled to herself, "Isn't it just that the young marquis wants to marry Princess Fan Yang? It's not to blame Gao Yanghou and the young marquis. They have hundreds of thousands of troops. Even if Zhao Guifei and King Leping don't care, others don't care. I’ll be jealous.”

"Dad also has nearly a million troops. If the Xu and Zhao families get married, even His Majesty will be afraid of it. My daughter didn't think clearly before that the young marquis is good to her. He just mentioned it verbally and she agreed. Now that I think about it, , this matter has never been possible from the beginning, dad doesn’t need to take it to heart.”

"However, it was our Zhao family who proposed the marriage. In the end, we had to ask the Zhao family to cancel the marriage. We asked them to owe us and let Marquis Gao Yang make up for his father elsewhere in the future."

Xu Zhaoting looked at Beisheng in surprise. How did she, a young girl, have these insights and such palaces?

But Xu Zhaoting was not worried about breaking off the engagement with the Marquis of Gaoyang. He wanted to know whether Bei Sheng had feelings for Lang Zhuo?

But she spoke impeccably and did not mention anything about Lang Zhuo. After Xu Zhaoting thought for a while, he asked again: "I heard from the guard at the door that Mr. Lang sent you back. He was stabbed in the chest. I heard that in the past two days I'm recovering in the mansion, how did I bring you back?"

Bei Sheng is a smart girl. Instead of trying to talk to her in roundabout ways, Xu Zhaoting simply asked him directly. Maybe Bei Sheng would be more willing to tell the truth to him.

Beisheng also heard the meaning behind these words. She knew clearly that her father already knew what Lang Zhuo had done to her and was just testing her feelings for Lang Zhuo.

He pursed his lips tightly and remained silent for a while, then burst into tears and said, "My daughter is afraid of Mr. Lang..."

Xu Zhaoting let out a long breath. If the two of them are in love, Lang Zhuo can be regarded as a person of noble character. As a father, he will not say anything.

But her daughter said she was afraid, which made Xu Zhaoting feel scratched and scratched in his heart. How could he, An Guogong's daughter, be threatened by others!

If it doesn't make sense to go to Lang Zhuo, then go to Yun Shiyan. Lang Zhuo is the son he raised, and he, as the master, must take good care of him!

Haosheng comforted Beisheng and asked her to go back to her room to rest, then rolled her sleeves and walked out the door. (End of chapter)