The imperial concubine is charming and coquettish, she crazily criticizes the tyrant for spoiling he

Qing Kuo almost searched the entire area around the execution ground, but couldn't find even the snow seal.

not there?

If he was here, he should have seen her looking for him long ago.

Qingqian stopped, pulled a patrolling officer and asked, "Have any of you seen a tall man? You can recognize him at a glance."

The officers and soldiers shook their heads, recognized her, and persuaded: "Madam, it's raining so hard, you can find a place to hide, and I will find you a carriage."

"No need, I can go back by myself." Qing Kuo refused without thinking.

Then he couldn't help frowning, where did Lian Xueyin go?
Shouldn't...

She remembered the thunderstorms that almost tore the sky before the rain, faintly in the direction outside the city.

outside the city?

Lian Xueyin went outside the city?
Qing Kuo recalled seriously, it seems that since she went to the execution ground, she didn't see Lian Xueyin again, counting the time, at least more than an hour has passed now.

She was so confused.

No matter how lucky she was, God hadn't rained for three years, how could it rain for no reason.

Lian Xueyin must have thought of something.

No wonder he wasn't waiting for her at the execution ground, she thought he would be with her today.

Qing Chuan hurriedly found someone to help her lead a horse, got on the horse, and ran out of the city.

The city was full of carnival at this time, so that there was no one on the way to the gate of the city. Qingzhao rode a horse on the empty street and ran all the way to the outside of the city. She couldn't remember the exact direction, but it had never happened like this before. A feeling of urgency, wanting to go faster, and faster.

I want to see Lian Xueyin right now.

She didn't know how long she had been running this way, and she didn't know if it was really predestined. When the horse suddenly stopped and roared up to the sky, Qingzhao saw from a distance that the horse was on the muddy wasteland. , standing a figure.

With his back turned to her, he probably heard the movement, and slowly turned around.

Qing Kuo got off his horse and ran towards him.

"His Majesty!"

She ran all the way to him and hugged his waist tightly.

Lian Xueyin's figure was a little unstable by her bump, and she took half a step back to stabilize her body, and her hands fell on her shoulders.

Qing Kuo raised her head and looked at Lian Xueyin's face that was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

The ordinary mask on his face disappeared at some point, revealing his original cool and beautiful face.

His hair was wet from the rain, sticking to the sides of his cheeks, and the water droplets slid down between his brows, revealing a bit of fragility.

Like a kitten wet in a rainstorm, except for a pair of calm pupils, the whole person looks crumbling.

Qing Kuo stared at him blankly, even if he didn't have to ask, he could guess whether he must have been injured or seriously injured.

She raised her hand in a panic, and the leaves of the tree in her palm flew up, propping up a red umbrella above their heads.

Blocked the rolling rain.

"Your Majesty, I'm not proficient in magic techniques, and I can't support the barrier, so you... just leave?" Qing Kuo was a little embarrassed at the crude umbrella.

Now that she has transformed into her original form, she can barely protect him from the rain, but in this wilderness, it is not appropriate for her to take off her clothes, right?

She hasn't cultivated enough to be able to conjure clothes at any time.

It's nerve-wracking.

Probably amused by her distressed little expression, Lian Xueyin smiled softly,
"Okay, let's go."

"But Zhizhi, I'm a little tired now, I can't stand up anymore."

Qingkuo opened her arms, "Then... shall I hug you?"