descendants of nuwa

Chapter 110: Everyone Sets Out (3)
The coachman scratched his head honestly, and said with a smile: "Miss, you are joking, slave... It's okay for a slave with rough skin and thick flesh to be exposed to the sun, but miss, if you have thin skin and tender flesh, don't suffer from heat stroke. !"

Qingcheng smiled Wen Liang, and said: "Okay then, hurry up and I'll go to brother's car!"

The coachman pulled the rope and slowly accelerated until he was walking with Dugu Mochen's carriage ahead.Qingcheng stepped onto Dugu Mochen's carriage, and the driver slowed down and returned to the team to obediently follow behind.Qingcheng sat next to Keymin who was driving the car, looked up to see that the sky was cloudless and saw that the accompanying guards were wearing thick armor but walking very fast and steadily.Qingcheng leaned against the wall of the car, quietly casting spells with her hands hidden in her sleeves...

After a while, the sky was gradually covered by clouds and mist, and the evergreen trees gradually swayed with the wind.The guards on foot all beamed with joy, this cloudy day couldn't be better.Qingcheng saw the tired people smiling, and got into the carriage contentedly...

Lifting the curtain of the car, he saw Dugu Mochen lying half-lying and holding a book in his hand, the dark mist under his lowered eyebrows revealed fatigue.After Qingcheng came in, Dugu Mochen opened his bloodshot eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come on..."

Qingcheng looked at Dugu Mochen and nodded, sat next to Dugu Mochen and looked at the teacup in front of him without speaking, the atmosphere seemed to be condensed for a moment.Dugu Mochen rubbed his brows with his slender fingers, and said wearily: "Yu Xi... said it."

Qingcheng nodded again, and said softly: "After drinking the medicine, I fell asleep soon..." After a pause, Qingcheng looked at Dugu Mochen and asked, "Why don't you also drink some?"

Dugu Mochen raised his head uncomfortably, closed his eyes and said, "I've been drinking that medicine since I was a child, and it's no longer effective..."

Qingcheng was taken aback for a moment, looking at Dugu Mochen with deep eyes.Ever since she came to Mowang Mansion, she had heard too many legends about him, how he bravely killed the enemy, how he defended his home and country, how he looked down on the world... But she had never heard how fragile he was, how lonely Mo was in the eyes of others. Dust is like a mountain standing proudly, no one can approach or ignore it.In their hearts, this mountain will never fall down...

Qingcheng sighed softly, feeling a little pity in her heart.Seeing that Dugu Mochen seemed very uncomfortable, he finally stepped forward to be by Dugu Mochen's side.Dugu Mochen looked at Qingcheng beside him, and Qingcheng gently stretched out his hands to cover Dugu Mochen's temples, pressing gently and quietly conveying spiritual power without any trace.Dugu Mochen only felt that the moment Qingcheng's hands touched him, the turbid dryness in his head disappeared instantly.The faint fragrance of lotus on her body penetrated into her little by little, and her eyes that could hold the vast stars reflected her slightly bewildered expression at this moment.

"You..." Dugu Mochen stretched out his hand
Qingcheng stopped her softly, and said, "Close your eyes first, and you'll fall asleep in a while." Dugu Mochen saw Qingcheng's gentle face showing seriousness, so he put down his hands and gently closed his eyes.

Even he himself doesn't know what's going on, but he just feels that such a faint fragrance, as well as warm, shallow and even breathing, can always calm his impetuous heart instantly.It seems... just like in those years, that woman who was as gentle as running water would always pat her body gently with those slender white hands, and there was a faint fragrance on her body that smelled so good that I always smelled such a fragrance Sleep well.

After a while, Dugu Mochen's breathing became even and long, and Qingcheng stopped what he was doing.Involuntarily, he carefully depicted the picturesque face in his heart, how could such a person as beautiful as a crown jade and as high as a cloud be contaminated by the turbid waves of the world of mortals.

(End of this chapter)