If he really has to get married, he still hopes that Song Yueyue will go.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.
"Let's get some sleep first."
Fu Yu tried to speak calmly, hoping Song Wanwan could get some rest during this short journey.
"good."
Song Wanwan nodded obediently.
She knew that what was going to happen next might be complicated, and there might even be some unexpected situations, so she needed to conserve her energy to deal with any unexpected events that might occur at any time.
Song Wanwan forced herself to relax, slowly closed her eyes, and tried to fall asleep.
However, her heart was still hanging in the air, not knowing what would happen tomorrow and what challenges would await her.
The lights on both sides of the street shone through the white gauze curtains, and the light spots fell softly on Song Wanwan's face.
Her face is not big, but she still has some baby fat, and her skin is so smooth that it seems like moisture will seep out with the slightest touch.
She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes drooping quietly, casting a deep shadow on her cheek.
At this moment, she was leaning against the wooden board inside the car and dozing off, breathing evenly, sleeping like an exquisite and flawless porcelain doll.
Somehow, Fu Yu suddenly felt an impulse in his heart. He reached out and carefully touched Song Wanwan's long eyelashes.
Perhaps because this slight touch made her feel a little itchy, Song Wanwan tilted her head slightly to avoid his fingers.
Then, driven by curiosity, Fu Yu couldn't help but gently pinch her chubby and elastic little cheeks.
Feeling something pinching her cheek, Song Wanwan instinctively frowned and let out a low "hmm".
This little action scared Fu Yu, who was trying to be naughty, and he quickly withdrew his hand.
He held his breath, not daring to make any sound, and observed quietly for a while. Seeing that Song Wanwan had regained her composure and did not seem to be fully awake, he breathed a sigh of relief and then silently revealed a mischievous smile.
When he was in school, he often saw some classmates deliberately doing all kinds of funny and even annoying things to attract the attention of the girls they liked. At that time, he always thought that such behavior was childish and boring.
I never thought that I would become like this.
After they left the hustle and bustle of the city, the road outside gradually became bumpy, causing the carriage, which had been moving steadily, to begin to shake constantly.
Because of the severe bumps, every time the car body shook violently, Song Wanwan, who was caught off guard, would involuntarily bump into the wall of the car next to her, causing a painful frown to appear on her originally calm face.
Seeing this, Fu Yu, who was always considerate and attentive, immediately adjusted his position, sat closer to her, and gently supported the back of her head with his palm to provide better support.
Sure enough, under such care, Song Wanwan, who had been frowning and looking a little uncomfortable, slowly relaxed, and her expression gradually became natural and relaxed.
Finally, in the silence, the carriage they were riding in, which had been shaking for a long time, finally stopped in front of an ancient Taoist temple with a strong mysterious atmosphere.
The two knocked on the door gently and stood outside waiting patiently.
After a while, a young Taoist priest in a plain Taoist robe slowly walked out and opened the door.
After the announcement, they walked into the yard and soon met the Prince of Runan.
The Prince of Runan was wearing an ordinary Taoist robe today, with a spotless white robe on the outside, standing quietly in the corridor waiting for guests.
His usually calm face now looked particularly solemn.
"Father!"
Song Wanwan's voice was filled with uncontrollable grief, tears in her eyes. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed the corner of her father's clothes, and then knelt on the ground, "Father! Please save my sister and me!"
She pleaded, her voice choked and she could barely speak.
Seeing his daughter crying so miserably, even the Prince of Runan, who always regarded fame and fortune as nothing, couldn't help feeling sad.
"What's going on?"
He asked in a questioning tone, his voice gentle and caring.
"If Brother Huaijin hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid..."
Song Wanwan managed to squeeze out these words, tears falling like beads from a broken string, "At this moment, I have been given to the old Khan of Beiyou."
She finished sobbing and collapsed to the ground, as if she had lost all her strength.
Even as a monk, he should have cut off all worldly ties and emotions, but faced with this situation, even someone as detached as the Prince of Runan could hardly control the love for his family deep in his heart.
"what is going on?"
This time, the Prince of Runan turned his gaze to Fu Yu, who had been silent beside him.
Fu Yu took a deep breath and began to recount the entire incident to the prince, deliberately exaggerating some of the details as he spoke. "To secure a glimmer of hope for Sister Yueyue's life, my father personally went to the palace to meet the emperor. However, even after the palace gates were closed, he still did not emerge. My mother and I were extremely anxious and worried, and to this day, we still don't know what his situation is in the palace."
After hearing this, the Prince of Runan looked again at his daughter Song Wanwan who was still kneeling on the ground crying.
To be honest, when he first learned that his child was a girl, he did feel a moment of loss.
Because he once hoped that if he could have a boy, he could devote himself to the path of cultivation with greater peace of mind and stay away from worldly troubles.
Unexpectedly, God let him welcome this little life.
He still remembered that when the midwife had just handed the baby to him, he had rubbed the palm of the little one's hand with a little irritation. He had thought that the newborn would unconsciously hold something like most babies, but he didn't expect that she would hold his index finger tightly with astonishing strength.
The daughter who was still crying suddenly opened her eyes. Her tearful eyes looked at him, full of dependence and peace of mind.
Then, the daughter seemed to feel the warm company of her father, and she slowly calmed down, slowly closed her eyes, and continued to sleep in the warm bedding.
At that time, he saw his daughter gradually falling asleep, and he really couldn't bear to forcibly pull out his fingers from her palm at this moment, for fear of disturbing her sleep, so he had to maintain this posture to accompany her.
He waited quietly like this for a long time, until he was sure that his daughter had fallen asleep completely, then he carefully pulled his fingers out of her hand as if they were a treasure.
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