Rebirth: The sickly prince ran away after flirting with him

Regarding the third elder, Cang Xi thought about it and probably understood how to "treat" it.

Just move around a lot and find a suitable sword move or boxing technique for him to practice.

After telling the third elder about the method, he suddenly became enlightened.

How can we make progress if we keep walking the same old path?

"Oh, I should have thought of changing my sword manual a long time ago!"

The third elder beat his chest, but he ate the buns at a slow pace.

The wine at this inn is delicious and the steamed buns are excellent.

After resting in the inn for another hour, the few of them packed their luggage and set off again.

But this time there were two more people in the carriage, one was Lin Tong and the other was Lan Yue.

Cichun and the third elder were driving horses and carriages.

Lin Tong saw that Cang Xi always liked to hold the scholar's hand and play with his fingers there.

Indescribable intimacy.

So he asked: "Are you two a couple?"

Cang Xi raised his eyebrows, "Of course."

Quan Jin acquiesces.

"It's very good. Young Pavilion Master, you are cheerful and talk a lot. He is aloof and indifferent, and he talks less. They complement each other."

Quan Jin: "..."

He was just too lazy to talk, so he had a cold personality?

In his previous life, he seemed to be the talkative one, chattering around Cangxi all day long. Now, looking at it, it seems that his identities have been reversed.

He lowered his head and smiled, no.

Cang Xi has always been taking care of him.

Where did the swap come from?

Lan Yue had a cold face, look at how proud this smelly monk is, his tail is almost reaching the sky, right?

Simply turn away your eyes, lift the curtains, and look out at the scenery.

Although it is late autumn, the forest is still green.

The eyes can't see, but the ears can hear. Although Lin Tong has the body of a doll, he is actually a bad old man inside.

At this moment, the scholar's face was full of obedience, and he couldn't help but have the attitude of an elder, of course, just slightly.

"Ah, he looks very fragile. You should watch him carefully on weekdays. Going to ancient tombs is a rough job. It's not safe for you to take him with you."

Ci Chun, who has good hearing, replied in a loud voice: "In any case, we, the miracle doctor, are the ones picking up the treasures. Picking up the treasures is not a rough job, right, third elder?"

"Yes, to pick up treasures, all you need is hands."

Lin Tong: "..."

Cang Xi lay back and said, "Sister Cichun, don't eavesdrop on our conversation. You might as well drive the carriage more steadily. It's very bumpy."

"Ajin, you're sleepy, aren't you? Come on, lie down."

The latter sentence was obviously said loudly on purpose.

As he spoke, he patted his thigh.

Quan Jin opened his big watery eyes, looking slightly surprised.

When did he get sleepy?

Lin Tong laughed out loud, this young pavilion master is really a child at heart.

Cang Xi glared at Lin Tong, then hugged Quan Jin and said softly, "Ajin, they are all laughing at me."

Quan Jin sighed and held Cang Xi's hand.

Lan Yue didn't need to look back to know that this person was relying on His Highness the Crown Prince again. Her fists were hard but weakly hanging down.

She really wanted to ride on the front of the carriage.

Lin Tong didn't feel anything at all. The two young people were just showing off their affection. They were both eye-catching. Looking more at them would also make them happy physically and mentally and make them live longer.

As a result, a very interesting scene appeared in the carriage.

A bald head was leaning on the scholar's shoulder, and the two's right hands were clasped together. The former was mumbling something, and the latter's eyes were doting.

A little carrot head held his face with one hand and looked at the two of them with his head tilted, with a deep smile on his lips.

The woman in red looked angry and could only cast her eyes out the window.

Outside the carriage, the third elder was dozing off, and only the woman in pink clothes was driving hard.

The carriage moved along the established route, driving into the distance with mottled light and shadow along the way.