The cannon fodder female supporting role wants to run away, and the madly criticizing prince is red-

Dark as ink.

Occasionally, a little candlelight would shone through the windows of the farmers' houses, flickering like the light of a firefly.

There was a clang, and the sound of an iron ring hitting the door was heard. There was a sound of chaotic footsteps, and someone hurriedly fled to the street, and Shen Jian immediately jumped down.

When he stopped the man, he found that he was a petty thief. He punched him in the face and knocked him to the ground.

Shen Jian closed his eyes, the cold wind blew through his hair, and he calmly thought about various possibilities.

She must have run away secretly, so the closest road to the city gate was - he ran south quickly!

In the alley, Lin Qianqian walked with her back pressed against the cold, hard wall, her heart beating wildly in her chest, and she closed her eyes nervously.

She stuck her head out and showed one eye outside, observing that no one was following her before she tiptoed out.

As she walked, she put her hands over her mouth and nose.

She vaguely remembered that in a martial arts TV series, people who knew martial arts seemed to have the ability to determine people's positions by their breathing. It was as incredible as radar positioning. She didn't know if it was true.

She wasn't sure if it was in the book, but she held her breathing to the minimum just in case.

After walking a distance, Lin Qianqian soon felt a little out of breath. She relaxed her hands a little, took a deep breath, and walked quickly.

Suddenly, the group of people who rushed out were frightened and hid back.

A man shouted angrily, "You little thief, you sneaked in here in the dark and stole our money, and you even stole my wife!"

"I'll take care of you first, and then I'll deal with that bitch when I get back!"

The man's curses were particularly loud in the dark, followed by the sound of fighting. Lin Qianqian tried to sneak past the corner like a mouse, but as soon as she poked half of her face out, she was immediately blinded by the reflection of the knife.

She turned around and left.

Lin Qianqian wrapped herself tightly in clothes and walked in the cold night. Her hands were already frozen and her feet were cold too.

She put her hands on both sides of her face and kept warming them.

When she was strolling outside during the day, Lin Qianqian had already thought of a way to leave in her mind, and she set her eyes on the unloading carriage.

When passing by the drugstore, she heard the boss and the delivery man say that they would leave in the evening and had to deliver goods to Lingnan.

When they arrived at the back door of the drugstore and saw the carriage, the horse stood still and shook its tail hanging on the ground. Lin Qianqian's face showed joy.

The horse turned to look at her and suddenly opened its mouth and let out a neigh, which was particularly loud in the quiet night.

Lin Qianqian hurried forward to grab the reins, touched the horse's face, and grabbed a handful of straw and stuffed it into its mouth. When he was learning to ride a horse in the Marquis's Mansion, Xiao Zhao told him about horses' preferences, what kind of intimacy they liked, and how to soothe a frightened horse.

After calming the horse, Lin Qianqian walked to the side of the carriage, reached out to grab the edge and climbed up. She found the safest spot inside and sat down with her knees hugged.

At this time, voices were heard outside.

"You don't have to send me off."

"Smooth sailing."

After two simple words, someone came over to lead the horse.

As the horse moved, the carriage behind it followed, and Lin Qianqian's body swayed with it.

She held on to the inner wall of the car tightly to prevent herself from making any sound.

The clatter of horses' hooves galloped through the darkness.

Through the streets and alleys.

"Brother Leopard, why don't we find a place to stay so late?"

A young man's voice was heard from the driver in front.

A middle-aged man yawned lazily, "Of course there is a business of transporting goods."

"Business, what business?"

"You'll know when we get there."

Feeling sleepy, Lin Qianqian covered her mouth and yawned quietly.

What kind of business is she thinking about? She comes to pick up goods at night.

After about a cup of tea, the carriage stopped and Lin Qianqian squatted quietly in the carriage.

They must have arrived in front of a courtyard house. She heard the dull sound of the door opening, followed by the footsteps of two people approaching from afar, and then they stopped together.

Two men are talking.

"Boss Li."

"This batch of goods is all here. This is it. You must deliver every piece to the destination."

"Of course."

Then, there were more footsteps coming out, mixing together and making it a bit chaotic.

Lin Qianqian huddled in the corner of the carriage, almost curling into a ball.

Her heart was in her throat. When they moved the goods upstairs, she wondered what she should do.

Just then, someone walked to the back of the carriage. Lin Qianqian bit her lips tightly, thinking that if he found out, she would pay him the fare.

She saw a figure grab the edge of the carriage and climb up and sit next to her.

Then, a thin man with long hair came up.

A figure like a child also came up.

The carriage became crowded, with about eight or nine people, and Lin Qianqian was squeezed in the innermost part.

She opened her eyes blankly and looked at an unclear face in the darkness.

She clearly felt that they were not ghosts, but real people.

She could hear their breathing and coughing, and could also feel the warmth of their bodies, smell the greasy smell of hair that hadn't been washed for several days, and the sweat and stench of their bodies.

Someone scratched his hair and reached into his clothes to scratch his back, making a faint rustling sound as nails rubbed against skin.

Lin Qianqian felt something was wrong, but she seemed unable to do anything because the carriage had already moved.