Destiny of crossing

Early the next morning, Pei Ran was sent back to the prison van, but this time, there was an extra quilt in the prison van.

Although the soldiers were a little puzzled, Sima Yao still ordered Li Yuanxian to do so.

"Last night," Sima Yao rubbed his chin and thought, "Did he want to be more ruthless? Otherwise, why did he bite me again?"

For several nights in succession, Sima Yao still brought Pei Ran to "interrogation".

Pei Ran became more obedient each time, not only did not resist, she would even stretch out her jade arms sometimes, wrapping her arms around his neck, catering to him shyly.

Although he still doesn't talk to him very much, Sima Yao feels that such progress is already very satisfying.

Holding Pei Ran's slender and soft waist and playing with the long and soft hair, Sima Yao felt that Pei Ran now seemed to have a little more charm than three years ago.

When emotional, the blurred eyes seem to seduce people's souls, making people addicted to it, the blushing cheeks, slightly parted lips, and the groan/groan overflowing from them, every part does not make his blood swell.

For several days in a row, Sima Yao worked happily until the second half of the night, and did not give up until the place was dying and could no longer be lifted.

In this way, not only Pei Ran couldn't bear it physically, but he had to be carried back to the prison car every time, even Sima Yao couldn't bear it, complaining about backache, back pain and leg cramps.

I sincerely sigh: Indulging/wanting to hurt the kidney (body)!

But, let me ask, who in the world can hold such a beauty in his arms, but can maintain a gentleman's demeanor, and abide by the ancient saying that it will not hurt the body and the kidneys?

He finally endured it for two nights, but he still couldn't hold it back. On the third night, he comforted himself that if he had wine today, he would be drunk today, and worry about tomorrow.

This time, Pei Ran was carried directly into the prison van again.

Seeing Pei Ran's dying and drowsy appearance, all the soldiers thought that he had been severely tortured, and every time, there were secret sympathizers throughout the night.

Every night, some of them could faintly hear the mournful and painful groans coming from the camp. See you the next day, only to see that Pei Ran didn't have any external injuries on the surface, and they were afraid that the internal injuries would be worse. Lament that the law is merciless!

Only Xie An and other generals knew the mystery, so they could only turn a blind eye.

From Chang'an to Jiankang (today's Nanjing), the road is tens of thousands of miles, and 3 people have walked for more than half a month.

When I first arrived in Kyoto, it was raining lightly, but the people still enthusiastically lined the road to welcome them. There were many people kneeling on the ground beside the road.

Sima Yao sat anxiously in the mica car.

After entering Beijing, in order to make Pei Ran look more like a court prisoner who was about to be executed, the quilt had to be taken away first, and even the cover above the prison car was also taken away.

Who would have thought that it was raining lightly, although it was not heavy, it was still chilly to the bone.

A few days ago, because she was too forgetful, she accidentally hurt him, which caused Pei Ran to have a fever. Today, the fever subsides, so Pei Ran may be sick for a few more days.

However, if it's just a little bit of wind and cold, it's all right. I don't want to, some of the people even picked up rotten vegetable leaves, stones and the like, and threw them at the prison car, swearing at "traitors".

The group was excited, and Li Yuanxian and others couldn't stop it even if they wanted to stop it. They could only cover it with their bodies for a while, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Sitting in the car, Sima Yao was so anxious that he had to send troops to suppress it, and the people calmed down.

As soon as he walked out of the market, Sima Yao couldn't wait to get out of the car to check.

Pei Ran, who was sitting in the prison car, had been thrown terribly. Not only was it dirty, her forehead was also broken by a stone, and her face was covered with blood.

Facing Pei Ran's calm eyes again, Sima Yao's heart ached like twists and turns. Under the strange eyes of all the soldiers, he cut off the chains of the prison cart with one knife, got into the prison cart, and carried Pei Ran out without caring about the mess. , cleaned up in a hurry.

Because of the meekness and illness of the past few days, Sima Yao lowered his defense against Pei Ran, and did not put on any handshakes or fetters.

Pei Ran let him clean up the dirt for herself, but her eyes looked around vaguely.

This is the time!

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Pei Ran moved, grabbed Sima Yao's arm, pulled it, twisted it behind him, picked up the big knife that Sima Yao had thrown aside, and put it on Sima Yao's neck.