After I die, the villain turns black again

Chapter 857

When the man was about to take a step, Yan Ge said: "Brother, the road is long and the rain never stops. We are destined to meet each other. Can I borrow a ride?"

The man paused and turned to look at Yange.

He wore a dark purple round neck robe embroidered with purple golden cloud cranes, and a blue shirt with cloud pattern over it. This outfit is not very colorful, but his brows and eyes are straight, his lips are thin and his face is white, which makes people look quite amazing .

When the man saw Yan Ge, he was slightly taken aback.

The only younger brother of Emperor Yuan Jing, Zhao Zimo.

He is also Emperor Yuan Jing's right-hand man. Although this person does not know martial arts, he is eloquent and has always been the number one think tank around Emperor Yuan Jing.

He also contributed to the marriage of Princess Chu and Zhao.

In the capital of the state of Chu, the princess of the state of Chu had entertained him several times, and the two of them were old acquaintances.

So even though Yan Ge was dressed in men's clothes, Zhao Zimo recognized her at a glance.

However, Xu Shi still had some disbelief, he hesitated and whispered: "Princess?"

She was an old acquaintance when she greeted her, and Yan Ge seemed extremely surprised, she stared at Zhao Zimo, and waited until Zhao Zimo made a sound before she realized her gaffe, and hurriedly covered her face with her hand: "You, you misidentified the person. "

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked into the rain curtain, but at this moment, someone grabbed her sleeves.

She turned her head and didn't look at the person who was grabbing her sleeve, but wanted to pull back her sleeve over and over again.

In a panic, the soles of her feet stepped on a puddle and slipped. Before she could pull back her sleeves, she rushed forward in a panic.

However, he didn't fall to the ground, Zhao Zimo reached out his hand in time, and Yan Ge fell into his arms.

She let out a low cry, and wanted to back away, but her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was enduring pain.

Zhao Zimo hurriedly asked her: "What's wrong?"

Yan Ge didn't speak, just pushed him outward.

He lowered his head and looked at her eyebrows and eyes that were wet by the rain.

The eyebrows were probably drawn with an ink pen. After the rain washed away, the ink on her face flowed down the corners of her eyes.

Somewhat funny.

It is quite different from the princess of Chu State in his impression.

He even said that he had identified the wrong person.

He suppressed a smile in his heart, picked her up and walked towards the carriage: "But you sprained your foot?"

Yan Ge turned his head outward, trying to keep a distance from him, pursing his lips with a stubborn face, and ignored his words.

When she got to the carriage, she rolled over and landed in a corner of the carriage. She was about to stand up, but her feet felt weak again. She cried out in pain, and immediately pursed her lips again.

Zhao Zimo handed her a handkerchief: "Wipe your face."

Yan Ge didn't answer, probably because she felt the rain on her face, she reached out to wipe her face, and ended up wiping black juice on her hand.

Startled slightly, she hurriedly turned her head, took out her handkerchief and wiped her face carefully.

Zhao Zimo said behind her: "Don't worry, I won't tell Brother Huang what happened today."

Yan Ge paused slightly, and threw the dirty handkerchief on the ground, then she raised her head, looked at Zhao Zimo, and said reluctantly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Zhao Zimo had already averted his gaze when Yan Ge saw him coming. He sat back on the cushion of the carriage and said to her in a gentle voice, "Sister-in-law Huang, you and I don't need to be polite."

Yan Ge bowed his head and said nothing.

Her ink-like long hair has been wet by the rain, and most of it is attached to the clothes behind her, but there are also several strands falling on her cheeks, and the raindrops drop by drop along her hair and fall on her neck, It slowly trickled into her clothes.

(End of this chapter)