Quick Travel: Samsara Boss and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Wife

The moon is very round tonight, and the halo of the moon casts a layer of elegant gauze on the full moon.

It was the dead of night at this time, everything around was quiet, and the chirping of insects seemed a bit noisy.

There was a faint candlelight in the room, and the young lady wearing white soft satin looked a little anxious. She kept turning over the handkerchief and looking out the window from time to time.

As if expecting something.

Finally, a clear cuckoo sound sounded outside the window. The lady's frown relaxed. She hurriedly carried her skirt to the window and opened the window carefully, not wanting to disturb the maid outside.

"Rong Lang, you're here!" The young lady saw a sudden surprise blooming in the scholar's eyes, and the moonlight made the scholar dazzled for a moment.

"Xin'er, I'm here." The scholar held the lady's hand tentatively, and then took out an exquisite and complicated garland from his arms. At a glance, he knew that it was woven with care.

The scholar carefully put the wreath on the young lady's head, "Xin'er is so beautiful!"

After hearing the scholar's compliments, the young lady's eyes were filled with sparkles, her cheeks quickly turned red, and she gave the scholar an angry look.

Finally, his eyes became lonely and he said hesitantly, "Rong Lang, my father does not allow me to be with a scholar who has no fame."

After hearing this, the scholar's heart tightened, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, and a bitter smile escaped from the corners of his lips. Then he steeled himself to comfort the sad young lady, "It doesn't matter, I will work hard to earn fame, and I will definitely marry you home and let you Be my wife Rong Yuan."

The young lady looked at Rong Yuan's firm eyes, nervously moved forward, kissed his cheek, then closed her eyes, and shed two lines of tears, "It's useless, my father wants to betroth me to Zhang Yuanwai as his stepmother." , I can’t be...your wife."

The last few words were particularly difficult to say, and the young lady reluctantly let go of her inner feelings.

The scholar hugged the young lady and listened to the young lady's words, "Rong Lang, tell me, what should I do?"

Zhang Yuanwai had already married several concubines, and they all died suddenly within a few months. However, he gave a lot, and some people wanted money to marry their daughters.

"Xin'er, do you believe me?" The scholar held the young lady's shoulders steady and carefully wiped the young lady's tears with his sleeves.

The young lady felt the scholar's gentle movements, and her heart felt soft. Looking at the handsome features of the man in front of her, she suddenly felt great courage.

"I believe!"

The lady's eloquent answer finally relaxed the scholar's tense nerves and revealed a bright smile.

"I found someone to make fake road signs and ID badges. Let's elope!" The scholar said softly, stroking the lady's hair.

The young lady blinked her eyes, her autumn-like eyes full of surprise and excitement, and asked cautiously, "Is this okay?"

The scholar nodded, "Miss, trust me."

The two hugged each other for a while, but the scholar never went too far.

The two of them discussed it, and the scholar went to find the horses to prepare dry food. The lady packed her luggage and brought some clothes and gold and silver soft goods.

When leaving, the scholar said a love poem in the young lady's ear, "The mountains have no edges, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, so I dare to be separated from you."

"I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love!" the young lady responded.

The two agreed that the scholar would come to pick up the lady as long as he bought the carriage and dry food, and they still believed in the cuckoo sound.

The scholar in the storybook never appeared again, and the lady in the storybook could not escape the fate of being married to Zhang Yuanwai as his stepmother. In the end, she died in the same sudden death.

Perhaps the person who wrote the book couldn't bear it and added an ending at the end. When Zhang Yuanwai went to the temple to add money for incense, he was knocked off the cliff by a beggar, and his body was not found.

"A Yuan, do you think that beggar is the scholar?" A Luoxin was still wearing a woman's dress and was sitting in the carriage looking calm.

"Perhaps, the person who wrote the book just wrote this to give the people who read the book a touch of comfort."

“White space is often the most heart-warming thing.”

A Luoxin suddenly felt a sense of emotion, "Fortunately, you are not a scholar, and I am not a lady."

"No, I seem to be really a young lady. It was A Yuan who brought me out of the Miao Village."

A Luoxin suddenly thought that their experiences were very similar to these words, but their endings were good.

"Yes, if Xinxin is really a young lady, then I am the scholar who coaxed the young lady to elope." Rong Yuan and Aluoxin, who came out of the carriage at some unknown time, looked at each other and smiled.

Holding the person in his arms, he sighed with satisfaction.

"There are still many days in the future, Xinxin."

"Yes." Aluoxin rubbed Rongyuan's chest and responded softly, hiding a smile on her lips.