Chapter 7 The ground is wet, don't get your shoes and socks dirty
Gu Jingchu looked at the carriage disappearing from his sight and suddenly turned his horse's head.
He was so annoyed by Shen Zhao that he planned to pick up Shen Yuan in advance.
But at this moment, I completely gave up the idea.
It is undeniable that he likes Chen Yuan. No one would dislike such a beautiful woman.
The reason why I treat her like this.
Because when he saw her sad, he would think of Gu Huailing, and this feeling made him unable to stop.
Zhao Wenyuan will let her go back tomorrow morning. There is not much difference between going back tonight and going back tomorrow morning.
When Gu Huailing punished him, he took revenge on Shen Yuan.
Anyway, Gu Huailing wouldn't know that Shen Yuan was in jail.
Inside the carriage, the finest incense burned, dispelling the musty and damp smell brought from the prison.
Their eyes met, and Chen Yuan turned his head away guiltily.
The air was so quiet that we could hear each other's heartbeats...
"Thank you, Prime Minister, for today."
Chen Yuan carefully poured a cup of tea for Gu Huailing and pushed it in front of him.
He raised his eyes to look at Gu Huailing, his gaze was inexplicably pitiful.
Gu Huailing didn't look at Chen Yuan, and whispered to the driver outside: "Go to Qingshi Lane."
Qingshi Lane, where Chen Yuan lives.
The car curtain swayed, and the candlelight shone on Gu Huailing's profile, making him look particularly cold and stern.
The wind gradually picked up, a flash of lightning struck the sky, followed by muffled thunder and rain falling.
The moment the thunder sounded, Shen Yuan's face suddenly turned pale.
She folded her arms and huddled in a corner, looking weak and helpless.
Gu Huailing sighed softly, raised his hand three times, and finally pulled the person into his arms.
"Don't be afraid."
The cool fragrance of ink spread out, and Gu Huailing lowered his eyes to look at the woman in his arms. The depths of his eyes were like a ball of thick ink that could not be dissolved.
Chen Yuan felt extremely aggrieved for some reason.
She didn't cry when her brother was humiliated, nor did she cry when Gu Jingchu ridiculed her.
When she was taken to jail and almost insulted by Zhao Wenyuan, she tried her best to hold back.
But at this moment I suddenly couldn't help it.
Tears flowed down, wetting Gu Huailing's clothes on his chest.
Chen Yuan's tears were like drops of boiling hot oil.
The heat made the Prime Minister, who was always dignified and self-possessed, lose his composure.
Chen Yuan cried for a while, then pushed Gu Huailing away and raised her head, muffled and said, "I know the Prime Minister thinks I'm troublesome, but you're the only one I can find right now, so I can only trouble you."
"If you want to blame me, you can just say it directly. Why do you have to keep a straight face?"
Under normal circumstances, Chen Yuan would never dare to speak to Gu Huailing like this, but at this moment she couldn't control herself.
Gu Huailing was left speechless by this groundless accusation.
Did she think she was trouble?
The woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were soaked in water, making them particularly clear and lively.
Because she cried for too long, even the tip of her nose was slightly red, and there were two tear marks on her soft white cheeks, making her look particularly aggrieved.
Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, the depression that had been pent up in Gu Huailing's heart disappeared at once.
He raised his hand, gently stroked the corners of Shen Yuan's eyes with his fingertips, and wiped her tears in a panic.
"I'm sorry for being so late. I have a stern face because I'm afraid. What if I don't make it in time?"
"How dare you, the Prime Minister, be afraid?" Chen Yuan sniffed, his eyes full of disbelief.
"I'm afraid. I'm afraid of everything about you."
Gu Huailing looked at Chen Yuan. He was really scared today. He didn't dare to think about what would have happened if he had come a step later.
"Then didn't I let Taozi tell you that I was in prison right away..." Chen Yuan felt a little guilty, and she didn't dare to look at Gu Huailing's dark gaze.
But his words kept drilling into my head.
"My Lord Prime Minister, I..."
"The Prime Minister is called by others, not by you." Gu Huailing interrupted Chen Yuan before he finished speaking.
This sentence was said decisively, with the unquestionable tone of a superior, which was too oppressive for Shen Yuan.
Chen Yuan paused and looked up at him.
His eyes were clear and bright, yet with a hint of fear. Gu Huailing could not stand Chen Yuan's gaze the most.
Just like before, she ran away every time she bumped into him.
This time, he would not give her a chance to escape.
Gu Huailing poured the cold tea into the small stove, added a new cup of tea to Shen Yuan and pushed it in front of her.
The cold white finger bones tapped lightly on the table.
Gu Huailing lowered his brows and spoke softly, "You can just call me by my name, Gu Huailing, or call me Shenzhi."
Gu Huailing's voice was like a dense thread, entwined in Shen Yuan's heart.
The bluestone alley was narrow, and the Prime Minister's carriage was too wide, so it stopped at the entrance of the alley.
Gu Huailing personally lifted the curtain and held an umbrella for Shen Yuan the moment Shen Yuan got out of the carriage.
Carry the person on your back.
Gu Huailing's back was very broad. Shen Yuan lay on his back and suddenly felt a little dizzy.
It took him a while to find his voice again, "I can walk by myself."
The woman's warm breath sprayed on Gu Huailing's neck. Gu Huailing's Adam's apple rolled for a moment, but he didn't say anything.
The wind blew over through the rain curtain, and Gu Huailing's voice rang out along with the wind.
"The ground is wet, don't get your shoes and socks dirty."
The cool fragrance of ink spread around the two of them.
Gu Huailing held the umbrella very steadily, and not a single drop of rain fell on Shen Yuan.
Shen Yuan lay quietly on Gu Huailing's back.
Despite trying to restrain herself, her cheek would occasionally rub against Gu Huailing's neck.
As the sound of rain grew heavier, Gu Huailing heard himself say that he could not escape and did not want to escape.
The alley was not long, but Gu Huailing walked quite slowly, and it took him half a cup of tea to walk there.
If he wasn't afraid that the person on his back would catch a cold, he would have wanted to walk longer.
The moment there was a knock on the gate.
Two pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.
Taozi's eyes were red.
There was a mixture of worry and gossip in Gu Yao's eyes.
"Prime Minister." Chen Yuan whispered in Gu Huailing's ear, meaning to put her down.
But our Prime Minister, who has the final say over everything, seemed not to understand.
He carried Shen Yuan all the way into the house before putting her down.
"Take good care of your young lady." Gu Huailing instructed Taozi.
Looking at the indifferent face of his elder brother and listening to his tone without any fluctuation.
Gu Yao was very disappointed with the person.
His eyes rolled, and he said in an exaggerated voice: "Sister Shen, you don't know, today my eldest brother learned that you were taken to prison, and he didn't even bother to put on his cloak, and went straight to the prison alone."
Chen Yuan looked down at the cloak on his body and didn't say anything for a while.
It’s all because the Prime Minister’s black gold cloak is too conspicuous.
Gu Yao said confidently, "Brother was afraid you would catch a cold, so he sent someone back to get it."
"Gu Yao." Gu Huailing's dark gaze pressed down.
Gu Yao decisively shut up and blinked at Chen Yuan.
Before leaving, he turned his head and looked at Chen Yuan, "Sister Chen, you were frightened today, take a good rest first. Tomorrow I will take you to a good place to calm you down!"
Gu Yao was so bright and lively that Chen Yuan couldn't help laughing, but she didn't feel relieved.
The cool fragrance of ink enveloped Chen Yuan. She took off her cloak and handed it to Taozi, "This cloak is soaked by the rain. Take it off and wash it thoroughly. You must not tell Zhao'er about what happened today. Zhao'er is very sensitive and will definitely blame himself if he knows."
Outside the house, Shen Zhao's eyes were red, and his raised hand dropped again.
The night is really dark.
Shen Zhao clenched his fist, turned around and ran into the heavy rain.
If sister doesn't want him to know, then he won't know.
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