The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Suddenly, the voice of a little girl as thin as a mosquito came from the carriage.

The little girl's voice was not abrupt, but it made Xia Ling look at her and examine her carefully.

The little girl wore a lotus-colored dress, her hair was tied up in a Bun, and she wore a small hairpin.

It seemed that her family background was much better than the children who were abducted from this carriage.

From the little girl's delicate face, Xia Ling recognized the girl's identity at a glance.

The female lead, Xiao Tianai!

"Tianai, what do you want to do? " Xia Ling looked at her and asked in a low voice in the carriage.

"little sister, my brother and the others haven't come to pick me up yet. I'm afraid that we're doomed this time. "these people don't seem to only want money. I'll give you my token. You take the token and hide it on your body secretly, waiting for an opportunity to escape. "If I'm caught and you run away, remember to go to the JI residence in the capital city and tell my mother that Luo Qing still misses her until she dies. "Okay? "

The little girl said a long string of words softly.

Xia Ling looked at her. She did not know how the six-year-old female protagonist in front of her was able to determine that when these robbers acted up, she would be able to run away, but the female protagonist would not be able to run away.

However, as the only daughter in the carriage who was not tied up...

Xia Ling took the jade pendant and looked at it carefully.

This lustrous jade pendant seemed to be the proof that Ji Luoqing had entered the JI residence and was treated as a princess who had doted on her for ten years.

"Don't worry. If there's a chance, I will definitely help you deliver the message. "

Xia Ling replied seriously. She did not know how much the plot of this world could change after he came to this world.

If she found a chance to save this car of children... Xiao Tianai and her identity did not exchange, then in this world, would Ji Luoqing still have the identity of being able to summon the wind and rain?

Xia Ling's thoughts flowed.

Just as her finger touched the jade pendant, a cold feeling spread through Xia Ling's body along the jade pendant.

The scene in front of her suddenly became blurred. This was the precursor to the time-space jump.

Xia Ling did not want to jump to the main plot of the future just by passing through a section of her memory.

She hurriedly squeezed past and leaned half of her body out of the carriage door.

From the smoke and dust behind the carriage, one could vaguely see the figure of a man amidst the smoke and dust.

Riding a red horse, the young man's figure was like a flood dragon emerging from the sea. He was dressed in a long robe with the corners of the robe fluttering beside him.

Xia Ling suddenly took a glance at his sharp appearance.

He was so handsome that he did not look like an ordinary person.

Ji Xingchen! ! !

Xia Ling tightened her hands, driving the coachman turned back to see her, coachman Mengran stopped the carriage, Xia Ling did not control the body straight from the carriage fell down.

She's only six or seven years old now.

He fell to the ground and passed out

Awake again, the heavy Phoenix crown on her head, her face covered with a red veil, Xia Ling listened to the surrounding congratulatory words, people have already sat and Ji Xingchen married in the bridal chamber.

She, directly from Ji Luoqing six years old came to Ji Luoqing sixteen years old, identity exposed, only Ji Xingchen is willing to marry her when.

* Oh, yeah

Xia Ling Sat in the bridal chamber for a long time.

The brides and maids were not very funny, and waited until the door of the room was pushed open, and a cool breeze swept in from outside.

The wind rolled up the side of SHARINGSHEPA.

She looked up and saw a pair of black cloud-climbing boots coming through the door.

Silver thread auspicious cloud lock edge of the cloud boots, looking at the end of the gentle, red wedding robe down, with a steady and vigorous pace.

Holding her veil, Xia Ling looked up at Ji Xingchen's face.