Chapter 20: How to return (1)

The rain kept falling, Nie Wushuang stared closely at the door of the inn. The body was hot and hot, but his mind was sober.
The sky was so pitiful that she met the man, and it seemed that she should not die!
Nie Wushuang was in the rain, and rubbed her face quietly. The rain washed away the dirt on her face, exposing the skin that was white and snowy. A nation-wide appearance gradually revealed.
She is waiting, waiting for an opportunity.
After half an hour, the door of the inn suddenly opened, and a group of people walked out. A large tarpaulin umbrella covered the man tightly, and no water could enter.
The man got on the carriage, and several black horses with whole bodies blew their noses and ran forward under the whip of the driver.
This is the opportunity! Nie Wushuang's strength came to the carriage and shouted, "Little girl has something to ask the Lord!"
The steed of the carriage was so tall that she was abnormal. When she saw someone rushing, hissing, the iron hoof was raised, and she was about to step on her body heavily.
The coachman on the carriage suddenly whistled, and the horse suddenly stood up, as if the iron hoof passed through a few steps, and then fell.
"Bold! You don't want to live!" The driver almost stomped on her, rushed to her angrily, twisted her collar, and a cold murderous gas came out of his eyes.
"Master Wang! Lord Wang!" Nie Wushuang clenched his teeth and shouted with his eyes closed: "The little girl asked Wang Ye for something!"
The coachman's face changed: "Where is the Lord, what are you talking about!"
"Asi, let her come over." The sweet, lazy voice sounded in the carriage: "I must not be a prince. Is this girl sick and shouting wildly?"
The coachman was shocked and could only drag Nie Wushuang to the carriage: "On the Lord, she was shocked to our horse. She talked nonsense."
When the rain fell, Nie Wushuang blinked hard and stared at the curtain, lowering his voice: "Little girl begging to meet the king!"
"Oh?" The curtain of the carriage remained motionless, and the lazy and charming voice remained careless: "Who is the girl?"
Nie Wushuang's heart beat up: "Little girl Nie Wushuang. My father ... Nie Weicheng, eldest brother, Nie Mingzheng, second brother, Nie Mingzheng, little brother ..."
Her voice was choking and the car was silent.
"Come in." A sigh-like voice struck her ear.
Nie Wushuang loosened his heart and struggled to climb on the carriage.
"Asi, let's go. This isn't a place to stay for a long time." The curtain of the car opened a slit, and a pair of white palms stretched out to Nie Wushuang.
Nie Wushuang was stunned, he had already held her cold hand, and with a little effort, the warmth in the car flew, and she shimmered, and she finally saw the handsome and strange face.
He reclined on the soft cushion in the car, his hair was like ink, his eyes were like glazed, but he smiled at her: "Is the girl the wife of the country-Nie Wushuang?"
He gently stroked the white fox fur on his shoulder, and his expression was casual: "How do you make me believe in you?"
Nie Wushuang was so cold that he couldn't speak. He suddenly leaned down and raised her jaw. Junmou said slightly, "You just have a good face."