Under the day and night rush and quick galloping pace, Dong Huiying and her group arrived at Dongdi much earlier than expected.
The Eastern Continent, with nurous trees, flowers, and plants, presented a vibrant and pleasing fresh greenery. Along the streets, unknown wildflowers and grasses grew lushly.
On this day, seeing people exhausted and horses weary, although Chuixue Manor could be reached in just two more days, if they continued running like this, these horses would probably die from exhaustion before they even reached their destination.
Thus, reluctantly, everyone had to suppress their urgent feelings and temporarily stop to rest.
Shu Yu resud his old habits; after getting off the carriage, he disappeared for a while. When he returned, he was holding a handful of small flowers.
Lao Si Haoming lit a campfire on the roadside, and the burning bright firelight illuminated the surroundings.
Shujun and Yixuan were busy arranging tonight’s food, while Big brother Zhichen was standing with the Great Commander, both appearing to be discussing sothing.
Shu Yu had no interest in the conversation between Big brother and the Great Commander. Although his personality could be considered quite complex, or perhaps carrying heavy thoughts, he rarely expressed them.
And the most important point, which is his essential difference from his Big brother. He has no interest in national affairs, conspiracies, overt or covert. In so ways, Shu Yu could be considered quite adaptable.
After returning to their temporarily camped site, Shu Yu instinctively looked for his wife’s figure.
He saw his wife sitting by the carriage.
His wife held a blade of grass in her hand, looking idle, occasionally using the grass to tap the dust on the ground; or else waving her small hand to shoo away mosquitoes buzzing around.
Though they had sprayed the dicine powder concocted by his wife, which could repel insects and mosquitoes, the mosquitoes, although not biting them, kept around them, which was quite annoying.
A smile appeared on Shu Yu’s lips. He smiled as he walked towards his wife. "Why are you frowning again?"
Shu Yu bent down, stuffed the handful of small flowers into his wife’s hand, then raised his hand to smooth away a strand of long hair slipping by her ear.
Yes, long hair!
Dong Huiying’s hair had grown much longer. Initially, when she was in the Capital, her hair was ear-length short, but due to the continuous use of hair-growing ointnt, her hair had grown significantly compared to before, with the growth speed far exceeding normal, very rapid.
Now Dong Huiying’s long hair, although not as long as it used to be reaching the waist, had surpassed her shoulders, gradually heading down her back. Shu Yu couldn’t think of a suitable adjective, but according to Dong Huiying’s own words, this could be considered dium-length hair?
Dong Huiying held the flowers with her small hands. She looked up at Shu Yu, who was bending down and gazing at her, pouting, and muttered: "I don’t know what’s happening, previously there were too many worrying matters with the Capital, Nanling, and the Eighth Princess over there, plus I seriously couldn’t spare myself, I could only suppress my thoughts and had enough reason to convince myself to calm down, to have to exercise patience... but ever since the journey began, I found that my mind hasn’t been able to stay quiet for a mont. Always anxious, with a kind of restless feeling, wanting to hurry to Yue Ning’s side..."
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