Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 591 Want a Gentle Husband
If this tossing continues, the fifth son will catch up to them before the eldest son brings them back to Xueshanwu.

Yan Yu came up with an idea: "Miss is weak, and it's hard to avoid the exhaustion of the horses and horses. According to my subordinates, we should use the previous method of leaving Xuanyuan Capital."

So, Mo Xiaowan was in a tragedy. When he woke up, he was not in the inn, but in the carriage.

When he got up and lifted the curtain of the car, he couldn't help cursing.

The sky is clear and clear, the sky is blue and white clouds, the place where the carriage passes, and the country scenery of rice fields along the way. Looking at the sun hanging high in the sky, you can tell that it is already half-morning.

Mo Xiaowan felt a sore shoulder, as if his whole body had been crushed.

Sure enough, it was menstruation, so I slept like a dead pig.

The carriage entered a forest that could be sheltered, Mo Xiaowan asked Yan Yu to stop the car, then went to make a convenience, and changed another menstrual belt.

After eating something, Mo Xiaowan glanced around, feeling desperate!
After passing Qingzhou City, all the way forward, it is in the territory of Ouyang country. I missed the opportunity to go to Xinglintang for help yesterday, and I am afraid that I will not be able to wait for her Uncle Xuanyuan.

In fact, yesterday at Shixiangfang, she had already revealed to the shopkeeper that she was trapped, and she showed the treasure Xue Linglong given by Mo Yaolian. His intention at that time was also to help her out of trouble.

After the iceberg face next to him showed his unique skills, the shopkeeper disappeared completely, and never appeared again until he left Shixiangfang.

Although Mo Xiaowan was confused about small things, he was clear about big things, and he already had a vague guess in his heart.

"Hey!"

She drank half a cup of tea wildly, and then slammed the cup heavily on Bingshan's face.

"Your surname?"

"Evil, named Qianhan."

How could Mo Xiaowan's three-legged cat's kung fu hit him? Xie Qianhan swung his hand lightly, holding the cup firmly in his hand.

Hell, he swung it so lightly, and the water droplets sprinkled in the air fell back into the cup as if following some kind of instruction.

The cup was caught, and not a drop of tea was spilled.

"really!"

Mo Xiaowan angrily snatched the cup from his hand, drank the remaining half cup of tea, then threw and smashed it again.

"I want to go back to the capital, and I don't want to go there even if I'm killed."

"It's not up to you."

Xie Qianhan gave her a cold look, a little speechless and confused, only now discovering his identity.

With a slight wave of his hand, he held the glass she had thrown down again and placed it flat on the table.

There was nothing convenient around, Mo Xiaowan continued to throw teacups at him for an unknown amount of time, anyway, there were a hundred and eighty times, and finally even the teapot was thrown at him.

Yan Yu heard the movements in the carriage and stroked her forehead secretly. Fortunately, the eldest son was only patient with the young lady. If it was someone else, he might have turned into an ice sculpture and froze to death.

Anyway, Mo Xiaowan was out of breath, but Xie Qianhan seemed to be playing a game.

Seeing that she was tired at last, she said with some distress: "Don't smash it, you are not feeling well, take more rest."

"Rest your ancestors, I want to go back to the capital."

The small bowl of Mo is about to overturn the table.

Xie Qianhan sighed helplessly, and tapped lightly on her neck as swiftly as lightning, and Mo Xiaowan just slipped and fell on the small bed.

He leaned forward, knelt down and gently covered her with the quilt, and gently gathered the scattered hair on her forehead behind her ears.

His tone was still so cold, but there was a hint of pampering in his eyes.

"I'm tired, go to sleep!"

She has such a wild temper?

How did fifth brother Xie Qianmo get close to her?

Fortunately, the fifth brother can get along well with her.

With such a wild temper, she needs a gentle husband to spoil her.

(End of this chapter)