Chapter 619: I will protect you

Therefore, this kind of pot is not memorized, and of course Shen Qingci will never memorize it.
The carriage moved forward again, pulled by Tortola, and there were two large carriages.
They rode a horse, and there were two coachmen who didn’t talk much in the car. Shen Qingci hadn’t seen him in the mansion, but they could be seen from the way of breathing and the strong muscles on the arms. After coming out, their absolutes are also Lianjiazi.
There are two carriages in total. One is sitting with Branding and Shen Qingci, and the other is with luggage when they came this time. In fact, there is another one, which was brought by Shen Qingci. It was originally Changqing and Changqing and Zhefeng can finally see the sky again, and the carriage stayed in the inn,
After all, they weren’t going out for a walk, but were treating the water in the past, but since Luo Hengxi didn’t send Shen Qingci back, then he asked Baimei to take him over. There was no one around him, so he didn’t feel relieved that Shen Qingci was alone. .
Branding has always painted something on the carriage. Shen Qingci doesn’t see it very clearly. It seems that what he drew is a picture of the mountains and rivers over there. Branding of paintings, she will be his little book boy, although The skeleton of the whole body that had been thrown by the carriage was scattered, but she still felt that it was a worthwhile trip.
"Do you want to go here for treatment?"
Shen Qingci pointed to the position in the painting. He drew this place several times in a row, so she guessed whether it was this place or the destination they went to this time, and it was flooded. It's here too.
"No," Lao Hengsi shook his head, "This place is very dangerous, and the terrain is also dangerous. If it falls inside..."
"Nine dead for a lifetime," Shen Qingci took his words, took a cushion and placed it underneath, and then sat down.
Bro Hengsi actually didn’t want to say that it was his pillow, okay, just sit down, I’m afraid Shen Qingci really put a fart on it, so he can only recognize it and marry him home. The princess, I am in pain. He who is a husband doesn't hurt, is it possible to make others hurt?
Shen Qingci lay on the small table, and she was a little confused for a while, so many mountains and rivers, twists and turns, she tried to use another understanding, that is to treat this as a ghost symbol, but she is all It's been here for a long time. Forgive her, she still didn't see half of it.
"Tired," Luo Hengli touched her hair and went there for a while. He was referring to the simple cushion in the carriage. When the carriage was parallel, if there were less bumps, it would just sway. Yes, it didn't feel so uncomfortable.
But if it looks like such a bumpy road, you must spit out the rice you just ate.
Shen Qingci looked back at the cushions that were used to upset the pillows. Let's forget it. She was afraid of going down like this. She didn't have a moment to really throw her up, so just sit down. .
"Regret it?"
Pao Hengsi asked Shen Qingci, "Isn't it okay to stay in the capital? You have to eat and sleep?"
"Why do you regret it?" Shen Qingci walked forward since she came out. There is no way behind. Only the front can move forward. She doesn't go back, and of course she doesn't eat the grass.
"If you regret it, say it," Biao Hengsi took the pen and continued to draw a picture on it. I am ready to send you away at any time.
Shen Qingci propped up his face on the table, "Then you will have a long time to wait."
Branding raised his face, and then poked her face with the pen.
"Your father has such a hot temper, how can you give birth to a daughter like you?"
One was fire and the other was ice. Shen Dingshan was violent and yelled at every turn, but he gave birth to a daughter with such a cold temper.
Of course, this is not to say that Shen Qingci is like ice, she is definitely not ice, ice can melt, she is fog, frost, invisible, but the feeling of coldness, I am afraid that it will be a gust of wind or rain. Can feel it.
Shen Qingci blinked her round eyes again, and then she stretched out her hand, placed it on Bro Hengsi's face, and then pinched it hard. People in this world who dare to pluck the hair on the tiger’s head have to say , Shen Qingci is still the first person.
A man’s face is immovable, especially royals like Branding. They have noble aura in their blood. Others want to do something to him. It’s not dead or paws anymore. .
Shen Qingci pinched a few times, and finally felt that his hands were sour, but he felt like ignorance and insensitivity, and there was no half reaction.
"Relieved?"
Luo Hengsi asked Shen Qingci.
"Well, it's okay," Shen Qingci finally let go of his hand. Of course, if she asked her if she was relieved, um, naturally it was more relieved.
She lay down on the table again, staring at the picture painted by Por Hengsi without blinking her eyes, and even unknowingly, she kept the picture in her heart.
This painting was indeed a topographic map of mountains and rivers, and sometimes, Shen Qingci feels that Luo Hengxu has traveled throughout Da Zhou for so many years, maybe it is for these maps, if not so familiar with the terrain , Then it is impossible for him to draw such a precise map.
The topographic map of the entire Da Zhou, in this picture, is of course in his mind and in his eyes.
After a picture was finished, Shen Qingci was already asleep on the table. She put her face on the small table, and when she was asleep, the carriage was still running bumpy forward. Not stopped.
Branding made her head rested on her lap. The carriage was too bumpy, and she fell on the carriage as soon as she hit, bumped her face, or twisted her head.
He gently stroked the hair on Shen Qingci's forehead, and then kept looking forward. He didn't know why, but there was some inexplicable anxiety in his heart.
This is something he has never had in so many years.
It’s just why it’s upset.
He lowered his head and saw that Shen Qingci was still asleep. She might be really tired from time to time. After all, she was no better than men like them, and she had never gone out. The boat was tired, and she kept walking all day, tired. It should be.
"Don't worry, no matter what, I will keep you safe."
He smiled again, his fingers stroked his forehead for a long time, and with the touch of his fingers, he could still see the wound on her forehead, which is still not completely healed, and there are still some red marks.
Mo Fei said that this scar will be gone in a few days, but some of the wounds fell on him, fearing that they will not be able to be removed for the rest of his life.
The carriage ran forward again, and in the distance, behind the dust, only two rows of deep wheel marks were left.