Growing up under the "kind" education of her Mongolian parents, although Leng Qing failed to become a bad person, she has always warned herself to be a person with clear grievances, and even if others treat her well, she will keep it in her heart.

Although Leng Qing will not "repay the grace of a drop of water as a spring", when the time comes, she will also make a corresponding return, but no matter what, Leng Qing will never do anything to repay the favor.

These two things may seem trivial to Mu Wen, but they are enough for Leng Qing to remember that Mu Wen was good to her, so along the way, Leng Qing's smile at Mu Wen is more than that of Yan Ziming, and there are naturally not a few things to consider for Mu Wen, just by looking at Leng Qing's actions to pave the way for Mu Wen just now.

However, for Leng Qing's actions, Mu Wen still had that cold appearance, without the slightest gratitude. Leng Qing doesn't care much about this, because she's actually like this, isn't she?

Whether it is the cold as frosty and silent Mu Wen or Yan Ziming, who smiles at people all day, and herself, in fact, everyone is the same, but they all wear a mask that makes people unable to see their true feelings and thoughts.

The stars in the sky have appeared, the surroundings are silent, even the insects and birds have fallen asleep in the cold night of early spring, and this belongs to the border official road bordering the Great Liang State and the Huiguo, and there is no human population, and it seems that the surroundings are silent.

When Yan Ziming came back with the cleaned game and Mu Wen with dry firewood in his arms, what he saw was Leng Qing sitting on the edge of the car covered with quilts, her head tilted against the wall of the car in a daze.

Because it was rare to see Leng Qing in a daze, Yan Ziming also felt very strange, so he didn't shout Leng Qing, but just walked towards Leng Qing lightly.

But after seeing Yan Ziming walk in front of Leng Qing, he suddenly raised a wild pheasant and two fat rabbits that had been cleaned up in his hands to Leng Qing's eyes, but as a result, the screams were not heard, and Yan Ziming's chest was firmly punched.

Mu Wen, who was standing behind Yan Ziming, saw that his master was beaten, so he didn't react, but walked to an empty field by the side of the official road with dry firewood in his arms, and began to set up firewood to make a fire.

Mu Wen knew that although such a fist had some strength, it could not hurt his master in the slightest.

Looking at Yan Ziming, who was hit by his own punch, Leng Qing withdrew his hand coldly, and said coldly with a cold face: "Don't do such a boring thing next time, if it really hurts you, it won't be easy to do." ”

When she said this, Leng Qing was actually a little afraid.

If it weren't for Leng Qing seeing the person standing in front of her clearly in time after punching under the conditioned reflex and retracting her strength in time, Leng Qing really didn't dare to guarantee that she wouldn't hurt Yan Ziming!

After all, in modern times, Leng Qing is a senior martial artist with a professional martial arts license, and that punch, she hit Yan Ziming's heart impartially!

Feeling the slight pain in his heart, Yan Ziming withdrew his left hand that was carrying game to scare Leng Qing, raised his empty right hand and rubbed his left chest, and said to Leng Qing half-truthfully: "You can really do it, it hurts to death." ”

Jumping out of the carriage, Leng Qing reached out and took the cleaned game in Yan Ziming's hand, and walked towards Mu Wen, who had made a fire, and said coldly without looking back: "It's because you're bored and have nothing to do." He deserved to be beaten. If I do this again in the future, I will definitely show no mercy!"

Yan Ziming didn't answer again, just stood by their huge carriage, watching Leng Qing and Mu Wen toss those wild meat from afar.

Yan Ziming knew very well that if Leng Qing hadn't withdrawn ninety percent of his strength in time for the punch just now, it was really unknown whether he would be able to stand here so unharmed now...... After all, the fist just now was aimed at his heart!

Leng Qing, you have only known my arrogant second junior brother Zhu Zimo for a few days, how can you let him marry you as his wife? Although he never takes the Zhu family's property in his eyes, he can actually hand over the power of the Zhu family to you......

How can you make the dustless master who has always ignored the world and his whereabouts erratic make such a poem and say such a paragraph......

Leng Qing ...... What are you?

After watching it for a long time, Yan Ziming finally hooked his lips and walked towards Leng Qing and Mu Wen with a smile, and the words of ridicule floated out of Yan Ziming's thin lips: "You two can't roast game!"

Looking up at Yan Ziming, who was walking towards him and Leng Qing, Mu Wen replied seriously in his always cold voice: "Master, no problem." ”

As for Leng Qing, she didn't even glance at Yan Ziming, who was walking towards her and Mu Wen, and only held a branch as thick as three thumbs of an adult in both hands, and at the end of the branch was a fat rabbit that had just been strung together.

When Leng Qing was still in modern college, although Leng Qing did not have as much spare time as her classmates to go to various places to entertain and play, she occasionally took time to go to the suburbs for a self-service barbecue with Meng Yu and a few other friends, so as to relax her tense nerves and give herself a break.

Although the number of self-service barbecues is not much, for Leng Qing, who has been praised as a "genius" by Mongolian and friends since she was a child, the only few self-service barbecues are enough for Leng Qing to exercise good barbecue skills!

Holding the branch, he put the rabbit on the fire and roasted it left and right, and Leng Qing asked coldly: "Don't you know how to read it yourself? It's just a pity that there is no seasoning, otherwise I will let you taste my craft!"

Leng Qing didn't realize that along the way, she didn't have the consciousness that she should have as a maid at all, not only facing Yan Ziming who was her master with a cold face every day, but also sneering at her boss from time to time.

Leng Qing didn't even notice that even Mu Wen called Yan Ziming a "subordinate", but Yan Ziming never let her call herself a slave, and even let her call him "master" like Mu Wen.

Yan Ziming didn't care about Leng Qing's words just now, only sat down in the open space between Leng Qing and Mu Wen with a smile, picked up the wild pheasant that was wearing a branch and inserted on the ground next to the fire, put it on the fire and slowly roasted it, and from time to time he would throw two dry firewood into the fire to ensure the fire.

After being roasted for a long time, the game begins to emit bursts of barbecue aroma, and from time to time two drops of oil will be dropped into the fire, making a "sizzling" sound.

After a long time, after making sure that the game was all roasted, and when it cooled a little, Leng Qing directly took the roast rabbit meat that was still skewered on the branch in her hand and gnawed it.

It's just that, after all, there is no seasoning, and although the roast rabbit meat smells fragrant, it tastes nothing, not only light, but also has a strange taste.

However, at this time, Leng Qing was already hungry and her eyes were full of Venus, where could she manage so much? Even if Leng Qing was only given a bowl of white rice at the moment, Leng Qing would eat it all in one bite, not to mention, what she was eating now was the rabbit meat she had worked so hard to bake?

For Leng Qing's eating appearance, which is comparable to a starving ghost and has no image at all, Mu Wen still has a cold face, silently eating his own roasted rabbit meat, but Yan Ziming looked at Leng Qing and smiled at him: "Eat slowly, the whole rabbit is yours, no one will rob you, don't choke." ”

For Yan Ziming's ridicule, Leng Qing completely ignored it, and still nibbled on the fragrant roast rabbit meat one bite after another.

Seeing that his persuasion was completely useless, Yan Ziming had no choice but to smile helplessly and shake his head, and quietly eat his roast pheasant.

After eating roasted game, the sky is already dark like ink, when a round of bright moon hangs in the sky, sprinkled with a lifetime of silver frost, to this cold night is even more cool.

The three of them roasted the fire silently for a while, and Leng Qing went back to the carriage first.

In fact, the real situation is: Leng Qing and Mu Wen have been silent, still relying on Yan Ziming's words to froat at the mouth and be full of energy, Leng Qing just doesn't bird Yan Ziming, as for Mu Wen, it is because he didn't understand what Yan Ziming said!

Looking at Leng Qing's figure boarding the carriage from afar, Mu Wen looked at his master suspiciously, and asked in a low voice: "Master, you seem to be too good to Miss Leng! She is your personal maid after all, isn't she?"

Shaking his head with a light smile, looking at the carriage under the night sky, Yan Ziming said indifferently: "She is different from other women, and besides, I don't really want her to be a maid, it's just a ......" The rest of the words were not finished, and as soon as the conversation changed, Yan Ziming smiled and asked Mu Wen: "Then you are better to her than I am to her, could it be that you have taken a fancy to her?"

Asked by Yan Ziming, Mu Wen immediately lowered his head in embarrassment, and although his voice was cool, he defended himself with a little lack of energy: "It's not that you are too good to Miss Leng, and your subordinates naturally have to follow her better......

Grinning, he reached out and patted Mu Wen's shoulder, Yan Ziming dropped a word and got up and walked towards the carriage. Yan Ziming said: "Since she has already helped you lay the bed, you can lie down and rest outside tonight! ”

"Yes, sir. Mu Wen got up and respectfully agreed, and then watched Yan Ziming step into the carriage and enter the carriage.

Lifting the curtain and entering the carriage, through the dim light from the lantern hanging at the top of the carriage, the first thing Yan Ziming saw was the two beds laid by Leng Qing.

At this moment, Leng Qing had already taken off his robe and lay sideways on the bed on the left side of the cover, because there was no pillow, Leng Qing put his right hand under his head as a pillow, and the long hair without restraint spread out into a large piece like splashing ink, and he could only see that the sleeping face on the side of the face was still so pleasing to the eye.

The white robe that Leng Qing took off was casually placed on the bench next to her, and due to the cold, Leng Qing wrapped herself tightly with the thick quilt she was covering, and also covered up her originally graceful figure.

Looking at this situation, Yan Ziming couldn't help but smile, "This little woman......