Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 57 Xiao Jiaojiao in the Palace (17)

Silence, a long silence.

Ruan Ruan's neck seemed to be weighed down by more than ten kilograms of weight, which was so heavy that she couldn't lift her head.The right hand that was tightly clenched seemed to have lost all strength at this moment, and stopped helplessly in mid-air.

She pursed her lips and spoke with difficulty.

"……sorry……"

Rong Yan smiled miserably, took a step back unbearably, and loosened the big hand around her wrist.Only a shallow mark was left, as well as the man's slightly cold temperature.

"I understand."

Rong Yan didn't want others to see his embarrassment, so his hands hidden under the wide sleeves of his robe sank deeply into his palms. He tried his best to suppress the slight trembling of his body and maintain his last dignity.

"Tomorrow, I will take you to the palace."

A simple sentence was spoken very hard and very slowly, as if it was at the final critical point. If you don't pay attention, you will lose everything.

He became even more miserable in front of her.

Ruan Ruan lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. His eyes fell on the hem of his clothes and the tips of his toes.Staring there, my mind was in turmoil.

I couldn't say the "thank you" I should have said, and in the end I could only nod hastily.

Escaped the house.

Behind him, Rong Yan looked at her avoidable figure.

Never looked back even once.

His eyes were still reluctant to leave, and he followed her silently.Until she could no longer be seen, he didn't look back for a long time.

Blood drops fell drop by drop along the fingers, and in the extreme silence, it seemed like you could hear the sound of blood drops falling one by one.

"Bah-"

There was another similar falling sound, but it was transparent when it splashed up.

Rong Yan lowered his head, and the water color accumulated in his reddish eyes fell along with gravity.

The next second, he stroked it gently.

The body that stood as upright as a cypress seemed slightly stooped at the moment, and the sadness lingering around him seemed to turn into reality, making him breathless.

…………Early on the second day.

In the carriage, Ruan Ruan sat down against the carriage wall, accompanied by Yue He.

She sat uncomfortably in a corner of the carriage, "You don't have to follow me anymore, I'm... no longer from the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"The slave is the girl's from the moment he receives the order. Unless the girl doesn't want the slave, the girl will always be the slave's master."

Ruan Ruan was about to say something more when Rong Yan's fair and slender finger bones lifted the curtain hanging in front of the carriage carriage.

Then he leaned in.

Yue He exited the carriage knowingly and sat in front of the car with the groom.

Rong Yan sat down opposite Ruan Ruan, and then the carriage began to shake and the carriage moved at a slow speed.

Opposite him was the man's delicate face, but he looked a little haggard at the moment.

Ruan Ruan suddenly felt that the air in the car had become thinner. She unconsciously suppressed her breathing, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

For a moment no one spoke.

After a while, Rong Yan took out a rosewood box from his sleeve.After hesitating for a moment, he still chose to hand it out. He tried his best to control his expression, and the fingertips holding the box turned white.

Ruan Ruan didn't answer at first.

"Take it, consider it... the last gift I give you."

Ruan Ruan hesitated, but still did not extend his hand.

Rong Yan looked at her and smiled slightly, seemingly bitterly.He took back the box he handed out, lowered his eyes and opened it carefully on his lap.

Inside is a bracelet——

It is woven from colorful silk threads, with several petal-shaped silver bells hanging on it.

Padded on a white silk handkerchief, it is small and exquisite.

Rong Yan carefully took it out and handed it to Ruan Ruan again.

(End of this chapter)