Shangguan Yue's carriage was at the front, followed by Bei Rao's carriage.
After suddenly stopping, a hint of confusion flashed in Bei Rao's eyes. "What happened?"
"I'll go down and take a look."
Lingying spoke softly, then got up and walked out of the carriage.
Probably not expecting Lingying to suddenly get off the carriage, Mo Shisheng glanced at her and immediately pulled Mu Qingcheng, who was sitting opposite him, to his side to block her view.
After sitting down next to Mo Shisheng, a slightly tipsy Mu Qingcheng smiled foolishly and hiccuped, "Jiu, you should have sat with me earlier! You're being so enthusiastic, it's embarrassing."
"..."
Mo Shisheng didn't speak, but her eyes were fixed on everything happening outside.
After Lingying understood why the carriage had suddenly stopped moving, she turned around and went back to the carriage.
She sensed something was wrong, as if someone was watching her from the shadows. She looked up toward the restaurant, but all she saw was Mu Qingcheng's half-burned face.
Lingying slowly withdrew her gaze, and after getting into the carriage, Bei Rao looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The snow is too thick; the carriage can't pass. We need to clear the snow first."
Lingying spoke softly, sitting down next to Bei Rao. She raised her hand and touched Bei Rao's hand, which was no longer as cold as before and had warmed up a little.
A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes. "Auntie's hands are much warmer."
"Um."
Bei Rao nodded slightly, a gentle smile on her lips. Her stunningly beautiful face instantly lifted anyone's spirits. "I've been feeling a bit better lately."
"That's good. Aunt's health will get better and better in the future."
The joy in Lingying's eyes was genuine, scattered like tiny, scattered stars.
Inside the restaurant, Mo Shisheng noticed that the carriages that had been parading through the streets had been parked outside for too long without moving. He frowned slightly, and when he looked outside, his shoulders suddenly felt heavy.
She looked down and saw that Mu Qingcheng was probably drunk; her head was resting on her shoulder, her eyes were slightly squinted, and her hands were still grabbing at the table haphazardly.
Mo Shisheng couldn't bear to watch any longer and pressed down on her wrist with one hand, "Stop drinking, you're already drunk."
"I don't!"
Mu Qingcheng pouted defiantly, her slightly tipsy eyes surprisingly bright, her hair slightly disheveled, obscuring half of her burned face.
The remaining half of her face was exquisite and charming.
It's easy to see that Mu Qingcheng was an absolute beauty before she was disfigured.
Then, Mu Qingcheng reached out to snatch Mo Shisheng's wine pot, but Mo Shisheng quickly grabbed it and moved it aside.
At this moment, the man named A Qiu walked to their table, said nothing, stretched out his long arms and carefully pulled Mu Qingcheng into his arms, then bent down and carried her up to the pavilion.
He took a few steps forward, then turned back and reached out to pull down the beaded curtain at the window. The beaded curtain was cleverly designed.
The gaps inside are wider, while the gaps outside are narrower. You can't see inside from the outside, but you can see outside from the inside.
Mo Shisheng glanced at A Qiu's actions indifferently, said nothing, continued to pour himself a cup of wine from the wine pot in front of him, took a small sip, and looked out the window, lost in thought.
After doing all this, A Qiu carried Mu Qingcheng away.
Before long, it started snowing heavily again outside. Some of the guards couldn't help but curse in frustration, "When will this clearing be finished? The snow is so heavy, there's no way to sweep it!"
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