Chapter 22 Blame This Damn Dynasty
"What are you doing?!"
Xiao Mingyi gave her a sidelong glance.
Without the slightest intention of disturbing her sweet dream, he pinched her earlobe and wiped it carefully, "Of course, I'm wiping your face."
“…”
The feeling of punching cotton is not pleasant. After wiping her face, Song Lingyi buried herself in the quilt and ignored him.
There was only one quilt in the soft bed room. When Xiao Mingyi lay down in it, the girl inside was obviously stiff.
In Song Lingyi's opinion, only very close people can share a bed. Although she and the bandit leader had physical contact, they were not married and had no emotional foundation, unlike ordinary couples.
It feels weird to lie together.
While she was thinking, the girl turned sideways, facing away from the bandit leader who was sleeping outside.
During her waking hours, the two of them always maintained a certain safe distance.
Xiao Mingyi has always been a sleep-deprived person. With someone suddenly appearing beside him and the girl's light and even snoring lingering in his ears, it became even more difficult for him to fall asleep.
It was the middle of the night and everything was silent.
Xiao Mingyi was woken up by Song Lingyi almost as soon as he fell asleep.
The blanket he was covering himself with disappeared, and the people inside kept pushing out. Originally, he could still hold his ground and not give up an inch, but he could not withstand the girl's tossing and turning. She would either rush over him randomly or swing her arm at his chest.
In the end, the man, who had completely lost all desire to sleep, could only wrap the sleeping girl up like a cicada pupa and throw her into the bed.
During this period, the girl showed no signs of waking up.
Xiao Mingyi sat cross-legged on the couch, looking coldly at the 'cicada pupa' inside. He had the urge to kill several times, but was forced to suppress it.
The next day, the morning light was dim.
The girl, who had been on the verge of life and death many times last night, stretched lazily in the morning.
The sunlight streamed through the window, making the room bright and elegant. The bandit leader was no longer visible. Song Lingyi did not dare to delay the bandits' progress, so she quickly washed up and went downstairs.
The lobby was bustling with people.
Song Lingyi took a quick glance and then sat down next to the bandit leader.
One of them got up late, and the other was obviously unsatisfied, which caused the bandits who were dining at the same table to make faces and laugh.
"Miss Ali, did you make the boss angry last night?" Xuanfeng whispered as he got closer.
Song Lingyi took a bite of the bun, tilted her head to glance at the bandit leader's unpleasant expression, and whispered, "He almost messed with me."
"Are you two having a conflict?"
"No, how could I dare!"
"The boss is practicing swordplay in the yard before dawn. He must be reflecting on his actions. Don't be angry."
Xuanfeng knew that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had a bad temper. As His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's confidant, he naturally had to act as a peacemaker and mediate the relationship between the two.
Practice sword?
Song Lingyi watched the bandit leader drinking porridge.
I didn't expect him to be so hardworking.
He is handsome, hardworking, and has leadership skills. There is no future for this kind of person, so he has to be a bandit.
Alas, what a pity!
Blame it on this damn dynasty. Young girls in their twenties became beggars, and young men in their prime became bandits.
"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Mingyi said coldly, interrupting her thoughts.
The girl's eyes turned and I knew she was up to no good.
Song Lingyi turned away calmly, "Nothing."
The girl came downstairs late and ate very slowly. Even when everyone in the hall had almost left, she still hadn't put down her bowl. Furthermore, she was still chatting and laughing with Xuanfeng.
Xiao Mingyi was taken aback, so he peeled an egg and put it in her hand.
"Eat quickly and get on the road after eating."
Xuanfeng keenly noticed that the boss was in a bad mood, so he finished his buns in two bites and left the table.
Song Lingyi frowned slightly, lowered her head and took a bite of the egg.
“…It’s so choking.”
The porridge was finished and there was no water on the table. What's more, she didn't like eggs.
Her hand was itching to put down the egg, and she secretly glanced at the bandit leader's gloomy face. Song Lingyi's heart tightened, and she stuffed the remaining egg into her mouth in two bites.
"Are you full?" Xiao Mingyi asked.
Song Lingyi was afraid that he would stuff another egg into her mouth, so she nodded rapidly.
Before the weather got too hot, the team continued westward. In the afternoon, they passed through a small town and split into three groups. Aside from the group led by the bandit leader, the other two groups took a detour to Beijing.
The bandits disguised themselves as caravans and even managed to make the customs documents look real, allowing them to have a smooth journey.
The carriage wobbled as it moved forward.
Song Lingyi had the spacious carriage to herself, happily rolling around on the cushions. After amusing herself for a while, she opened the window and looked out.
In the distance, there are mountains and ridges, and clouds rolling in and out. Looking closely, the mountain path is covered with falling leaves and the forest springs are melodious.
In front of the right side of the carriage, there was a bandit leader wearing a dark blue brocade robe with narrow sleeves, a jade belt around his waist, a strong back and a slim waist. He was sitting on a tall horse, looking like a son of a general.
Song Lingyi leaned against the window and looked with her head tilted.
I don’t know what the bandit leader was talking about with the people around him, but his face looked a little heavy.
There are only four days left before Kyoto, and I'm probably worried about my career plan after arriving in Kyoto.
"Oh~" the girl sighed.
Even bandits know how to plan their lives, but she is nothing but confused.
I wonder if the people in my maternal grandparents' family are easy to get along with, or if they would dislike me. The original owner had lived for over a decade and had never visited her relatives in Kyoto. Now that her family had fallen on hard times, she had thought of seeking refuge with her maternal grandparents, like a poor relative begging for money.
Lin Daiyu in the Dream of the Red Chamber is also an orphan who lives with her grandfather, but she is talented, eloquent and a real lady from a noble family.
Not like her.
She is neither talented nor a noble lady who grew up in luxury.
Besides, with her luck, there would definitely be a lot of bad luck waiting for her once she entered Kyoto.
While I was daydreaming, the team had already arrived outside a city. On the city wall were written two big words "Yuanzhou".
A quarter of an hour later, the team entered the city smoothly.
Even though the sky is filled with rosy clouds, the streets that extend in all directions are still bustling and lively.
Riding horses was forbidden in the city, so the bandits disguised as merchants dismounted and walked forward. Song Lingyi, who had been sitting in the carriage all day, also dismounted.
The streets were noisy and crowded with people, forcing the bandits to slow down.
The stalls along the way were filled with all sorts of novelties, dazzling Song Lingyi. Passing by a jewelry stall, she immediately fell in love with a twisted hairpin.
The peddler was very considerate and picked up the twined hairpin and handed it to Song Lingyi.
"Miss, would you like to see the pearl hairpin?"
"This twisted hairpin is imported from Jiangnan, and it's a popular style in the city..."
Xiao Mingyi rode his horse leisurely and tilted his head to look at the girl standing in front of the stall trying on hairpins.
"How much is this hairpin?" asked the girl.
"Not much, not much, just three taels of silver." The vendor replied with a smile.
"Three taels?"
Song Lingyi's eyes widened as she bargained expertly, "You might as well go and rob it! One or two ounces, will you sell it? If not, I'm leaving."
"No, one or two taels is not enough to cover the cost." The vendor curled his lips.
Song Lingyi put down her hairpin, played hard to get, and pretended to leave.
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