The Demon King's Pampered Wife: The Alluring Little Poisonous Concubine

Chapter 12 The Jade-Like Boy
On an official road in the remote area of ​​Donglan Country, a dark and high-quality carriage ran fast, even so, there was still no big bumps enough to show that the owner was either rich or noble.

Seeing the carriage passing by, Wushuang frowned, a gust of wind blew and lifted a corner of the curtain of the carriage, the boy's pale face was exposed for a moment, the boy seemed to feel a gaze looking out, Before he had time to see the real thing, the curtain came down and blocked his sight.

Looking helplessly at the carriage Wushuang who had gone away, he stretched out his hand and patted the dirt on his body.

"Wushuang—" Hearing Murray's voice, Wushuang hurriedly responded, then turned and walked towards him.

"Hey! What's the matter with you." Murray seemed surprised and pulled Wushuang's clothes. How could she let this little girl stay alone for a while and she made herself like this.

"It's okay, what about Qingge?" Wushuang smiled and patted his clothes indiscriminately a few times, it was strange that he didn't see Yun Qingge coming back together.

"Oh little pigeon, I'm looking for water." Just as he was saying that, he saw a young boy in green clothes arrive late.

No matter in any situation, some people will always be so eye-catching that people can't move their eyes. Undoubtedly, Yun Qingge is such an existence.

Although the boy is still young, if given time, he must not be underestimated.

"Wushuang, why are you looking at the little pigeon like that? It's so scary!" Murray looked at Yun Qingge who was coming forward, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the little girl's unfathomable eyes. Yun Qingge was protecting her behind, as if she had forgotten that the weak guy behind her was much stronger than herself.

Wushuang looked at Da Lei's expression, he couldn't laugh or cry, why did she look like a female hooligan, she didn't do anything, okay, not to mention that the other party was just an eight-year-old kid, after some joking, several people stopped Horse-drawn carriage on the side of the road.

……

"Master, how do you feel?" The boy in black who looked about ten years old was driving the carriage and asked the people in the carriage worriedly.

"It's okay." There was a quiet voice in the carriage for a while, and it could be heard that the other party was about ten years old, but the emotions revealed by the voice were more mature than those of the same age.

Yan Qi narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the curtain that had been hanging down all the time. Only he knew what kind of pain and suffering the people in the carriage were enduring. Tighten the whip in your hand and hope everything goes well.

The faint scent of incense lingers in the air in the elegantly decorated carriage. The young man in white leans on the bed, squinting his eyes slightly. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his jade-like skin, and the sound of breathing comes evenly. Those who are not white, have some abnormal skin color and the thin sweat oozing from his forehead may think that this person is sleeping soundly.

The carriage made of high-quality sandalwood, drawn by a tall horse of noble blood, is advancing rapidly on the official road, and the distance between the carriage behind and the carriage behind is getting farther and farther.

It was already afternoon when Wushuang and the others arrived in the town, and they had already gone out in order to arrive before the sun went down.

The original school start time was three days later, but Wushuang had to take the entrance test for the School of Pharmacy, so it arrived two days earlier.

I found an inn in the town. After the three of them ate and drank enough, they chatted for a while and then dispersed. They were indeed a little tired after riding in the carriage for a day, so they went back to their rooms to rest.

The streets are no longer bustling with the hustle and bustle of the day, and there are very few pedestrians. The moonlight is very bright tonight, and even the street without lights becomes clear under the moonlight.

Wushuang let out a long sigh of relief, closed the window, and Zhizhi in her arms walked along the fur edge to the bed, put Zhizhi aside and fell on the bed, the person on the bed had already fallen into a deep sleep with the sound of even breathing.

Zhizhi was a little speechless watching someone who left him aside and fell asleep struggling to pull the quilt off and cover Wushuang, then got into the bed and hugged Wushuang's arm, and soon fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)