Chapter 821 (1/2)

Xie Heng, like a wandering soul, floated in the air with the wind. The more he looked at the king who rode in the rain, the more he felt that this man was really miserable.

It rained heavily all over the long street. The vendors were busy packing up. There were not many pedestrians. Two or three of them rushed through the rain with their heads in their arms. There were still old mothers, wives and children holding umbrellas to wipe the rain on their faces.

The Regent has been in his twenties. There is no one close to him and no one loves him.

Those people at the bottom didn't dare to let him ride alone in the rain. Soon, dozens of green guards and Mo Yu rode from different streets. They didn't dare to say more, but just rode behind him.

Originally, it was OK for the prince to fly across the long street alone. When these individuals came, they immediately brought out the momentum of the Regent. If they were not happy, they would lead the troops to level the imperial capital.

Scared that the small vendors on both sides of the long street dared not take their things, they ran back to the shop and closed the doors and windows.

The wandering soul Xie Heng looked around and saw that the doors of every family were closed in an instant. There was no one walking in the streets and alleys of the imperial capital, only wind and rain all over the city.

He looked down for a long time and found that the Regent was not only afraid of everyone, but also avoided cats and dogs. In such a heavy rain, he didn't even have a beauty who paid a false concern. Compared with him with ah Jiu, it was really a heaven and a earth.

He couldn't help feeling:

The same face, the same name, this life is also very different.

The wandering soul Xie Heng floated over the eaves and watched the horse riding under him run two or three times in the city. When he came to a street, he suddenly stopped his horse and slowed down. Then everyone followed him and stopped.

The wandering soul Xie Heng said in his heart: is this man a ghost?

If you want to run a horse to vent your anger, run. Everyone in this family is scared to stay closed by him. Why do you stop now?

He wondered and floated slowly. When he looked down, his face suddenly changed.

The long street was empty and only two people walked with umbrellas in the rain.

To be exact.

It was Wen Jiu who helped Meng Chengyun hold an umbrella. They walked side by side in the rain. They didn't know what to say. They smiled at each other, very intimate.

It was warm wine in his early twenties. He was dressed very plainly and dressed in a light colored Luo skirt. He was afraid that he would add half a cent more color. He was plain faced.

Obviously, she also noticed a group of people riding horses not far away. When they looked up at the Regent, they looked indifferent and cold, as if they were looking at some sworn enemy.

Wandering soul Xie Heng has never seen ah Jiu look at himself with such eyes.

It's strange.

Obviously, she just looked at the Regent Xie Heng with this kind of eyes, but the wandering soul Xie Heng couldn't help getting angry with his lungs.

However, the one riding under didn't seem to be any better than him. His eyes became more and more heavy. He immediately whipped his horse and swept it away from Meng Chengyun.

He didn't look back, as if he didn't see the two people at all, but a gust of wind blew the oil paper umbrella in Wenjiu's hand, and the rain splashed by the horse's hooves drenched Meng Chengyun.

In the twinkling of an eye, it made people embarrassed.

The oil paper umbrella fell to the ground with the wind, and the umbrella bone was broken when the horse's hoof stepped on it.

One after another, Meng Chengyun was splashed with mud and water, trampling on the sad oil paper umbrella.

The wandering soul Xie Heng slowly fell to the ground and stood in front of the warm wine.

He called to her, ”ah Jiu.”

She couldn't hear it. She just focused on Meng Chengyun, raised her sleeve, wiped the mud from Meng Chengyun's face, clenched her teeth and said, ”Xie Heng acted more and more arrogant and domineering...”

”Forget it.” Meng Chengyun comforted her in turn. ”He is now the Regent with heavy troops in his hands. Even the emperor dare not touch his edge easily, not to mention you and me.”