Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

The head of the **** straightened up proudly, and stroked his chin in self-satisfaction.

"Where are we sitting?"

Ye Zilin suppressed his hostility, and looked away, not wanting to see his disgusting face.

"The carriage in the middle of the caravan."

The **** pointed to a carriage, seemingly concerned, but in fact he was hypocritical: "The one covered with a raincloth has a shelter in case of rain or snow. The three of you, brothers and sisters, can hide under the raincloth so that you won't catch cold and get sick."

"Thanks."

Ye Zimo grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat teeth.

"Hurry up and sit down, the convoy is about to leave."

The head of the security guard put down two hundred and fifty copper coins of black-hearted money, feeling extremely happy, humming a little song and getting on his horse.

"Brother, let's go."

Ye Zimo pretended not to care and tugged on Ye Zilin's sleeve, and when the head of the **** turned around, a handful of colorless and odorless powder popped out from his fingertips.

The powder floated into the escort's nose with the wind, but the **** didn't notice anything unusual, he flicked his horsewhip, and directed the convoy to move forward.

Ye Zilin's facial features were keen, and he saw his younger brother's small movements.

Ye Zimo turned around, blinked innocently, and smiled innocently.

Ye Zilin couldn't help but laugh.

This kid is the best at pretending, and the head of the bodyguard has hit the muzzle of the gun by provoking this black-bellied young master.

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As the convoy set off, more than a dozen carriages moved forward one by one, and the bodyguards escorting the carriages chanted and walked on both sides of the convoy.

Ye Zilin waited for the two carriages in the middle to approach, hugged his sister, and quickly jumped onto it.

Ye Zimo didn't get into the carriage, he unloaded the back basket, threw it on the carriage, and walked forward with the carriage, staring at the escort's back with playful eyes, a smile that was not a smile.

The carriage they were riding in was responsible for loading the grain, and the head of the **** collected Ye Zilin's money in advance, and ordered people to pile up the grain, freeing up a third of the space for the three brothers and sisters to ride. "

The rain cloth is put on the grain bag to prevent the rain from getting wet.

The weather was fine and the sun was warm on his body, so Ye Zilin rolled up half of the raincloth, put his arms around his sister, and sat in the carriage to bask in the sun.

"Crack, creak."

The caravan walked forward slowly, passing through the town, and headed for the checkpoint.

Ankang Town is the only place to go to the Western Regions and exit customs, and there are endless caravans coming and going.

The bodyguards and guards escorting the caravan were dressed in different clothes. When the two caravans passed by, the bodyguards seemed to be competing with each other, and their slogans were particularly loud.

The Fuwei Escort is quite famous in the town and is familiar with the soldiers who handle the pass.

The **** showed the customs clearance document, but the soldiers didn't even look at it, and waved their hands, signaling to let them go.

The **** got on his horse, flicked his whip, and hummed a little tune to lead the team out of the customs.

The horses pulled the carts rattling forward, one after the other, passing through the pass and entering the endless prairie.

Ye Zilin quietly breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the carriage, looked back at the pass, and a complicated and difficult look flashed in his eyes.

This time I left and returned indefinitely.

The day they return to Shiling Country again is the time for the three brothers and sisters to avenge their parents.

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"Crack, creak."

The convoy entered the grassland, and not long after moving forward, the head of the **** suddenly changed his face, and his stomach gurgled.

He swayed uncomfortably a few times on the horse's back, galloped on the horse, and ran deep into the grassland.

"hey-hey."

Ye Zimo chuckled, tapped the grain bag with his toes a few times, jumped to the top of the pile of grain that was as tall as an adult, and looked in the direction where the **** ran away with his feet on his feet.

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