It wasn't until Lin Zhiwu's figure completely disappeared that Han Xing picked up the dishes and chopsticks again and continued to eat, her face was still indifferent. And after the other passage from the inn hall to the backyard, a white figure flashed and quickly disappeared.

As everyone knows, after the white figure disappeared, Han Xing, who was still eating with dishes and chopsticks, suddenly hooked up and showed a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

After quietly drinking the last bit of porridge, putting down the dishes and chopsticks, his red lips opened slightly, and Han Xing called to the air: "Qing, Lan, wind!"

With the sound of the cold star falling, a light smoke suddenly filled the entire inn hall, in the light smoke, three black shadows fell from the sky, appeared on the side of the cold star, and the next second, only the three black shadows were heard to say in unison: "Qing (Lan, wind) see the Holy Maiden!"

Glancing at the three black shadows standing side by side beside him, Han Xing's cold words sounded: "Can you see clearly who that person was just now?"

The three black shadows said in unison: "I see clearly." ”

The sneer was even worse, only to hear Han Xing say coldly: "Kill!" How could she let go of the person who dared to spy on her! Not to mention the ...... just now

The three black shadows replied in unison again, "Yes, Holy Maiden!" With that, the three black shadows disappeared together, and along with the black shadows, there was also a light smoke.

Looking at the innkeeper and the shopkeeper again, the two of them actually fell asleep on their respective tables at some point! Presumably because the light smoke just now contained smoke.

On the other side, when Lin Zhiwu returned to the guest room where he lived with Lin Xiaoyang, Lin Xiaoyang was sitting at the tea table in the guest room, and on the tea table, there was a meal that had long been out of heat.

Finally seeing Lin Zhiwu come back, Lin Xiaoyang hurriedly stood up and said to Lin Zhiwu: "Deputy Steward Lin, where have you been for so long! Breakfast is cold!"

Lin Zhiwu smiled slightly, walked to the tea table and sat down, and said with a smile: "I didn't go anywhere, I just walked around the town, and after shopping, I came back." I happen to be hungry too, so let's eat!"

Although Lin Zhiwu knew that Lin Xiaoyang only asked casually, and he didn't really know his whereabouts, he still chose to hide that he met Han Xing in the inn lobby and chatted with Han Xing for a long time. Lin Zhiwu felt that there were some things that it was more appropriate to wait until they were found out before suing Lin Xiaoyang, and it was not Lin Zhiwu's style to act recklessly.

Hearing this, Lin Xiaoyang nodded, and didn't care much about whether what Lin Zhiwu said was true or false, so he hurriedly sat down and picked up the dishes and chopsticks - start eating!

Seeing that Lin Xiaoyang looked like he had been hungry for a long time, devouring it, Lin Zhiwu made up his mind -- presumably in order to wait for him, Lin Xiaoyang, a foodie, had been holding back and didn't eat breakfast first! After waiting for so long, Lin Xiaoyang must have been hungry! Thinking of this, Lin Zhiwu suddenly felt a warmth in his heart.

Picking up the dishes and chopsticks, Lin Zhiwu also ate breakfast. Compared with the sumptuous breakfast in Zhu's mansion, although this breakfast is a little simpler, it is the most comfortable breakfast that Lin Zhiwu has eaten since his younger brother Lin Zhisheng left.

Two days later. Around the clock.

The northeastern border of Huiguo.

"Leng Qing, don't hide in the carriage all the time, come out and take a look at the scenery together, the scenery on the border of Huiguo is very beautiful!" Yan Ziming's voice came into the carriage from outside the carriage again.

"No need, just enjoy it yourself, it's cold this day, I won't join in the excitement. Leng Qing, who was huddled in the corner of the carriage, replied the same thing again.

Obviously, it was already early spring weather, but the further north he went, the lower the temperature, curled up in the corner of the carriage, Leng Qing had already worn two light clothes, the outermost one was still the light purple light one, but the light gray one was added inside. But even so, Leng Qing still felt so cold, so cold.

Such weather can't help but remind Leng Qing of when she was still in modern times.

It was also this season, at that time, because of work, Leng Qing was sent by her head office to the branch of Harbin, Heilongjiang Province, one of the three northeastern provinces, on a business trip.

Leng Qing is a genuine southerner, five generations of ancestors are southerners, Leng Qing has been staying in her hometown since she was born, and even the university is in the province where her hometown is located.

At that time, when Leng Qing set off from home, she was wearing a black and white professional long-sleeved suit, although it was a long coat and trousers, it was a single coat.

In the cold and sunny hometown, in the spring and March season, it is just right to wear this long-sleeved single coat, which is neither cold nor hot, and it is very comfortable.

Leng Qing didn't feel anything when she was sitting on the plane, but when the plane landed at Harbin Airport and stepped off the plane, Leng Qing felt as if she had been suddenly thrown into a big ice cellar, and the whirring cold wind made Leng Qing tremble like the withered yellow leaves in autumn.

Immediately rummaged through the suitcase at the airport, but Leng Qing sadly found that except for two slightly thicker and still warm coats, she didn't even bring a down jacket or padded jacket as real warm clothing! Who let these two things only let Leng Qing see the light of day again when it was cold in winter! Yes, Leng Qing looked at her own suitcase and collapsed on the spot.

At that time, although she quickly put on her coat to keep out the cold, Leng Qing was still shivering with cold. Later, a male colleague who was sent to Harbin on a business trip with Leng Qing with the same company saw Leng Qing like that, and took off his down jacket for Leng Qing to wear, so Leng Qing was not hit by the severe cold.

As for the male colleague who took pity on the jade, Leng Qing heard that the male colleague later had typhoid fever for a month or a month......

Leng Qing still clearly remembers that since that trip to Harbin, no matter what the season, when the company sends people to the Northeast on a business trip, she always tries her best to refuse, and even uses the bad trick of pretending to be sick. It is estimated that the company's senior management will also see it later, and if there is a need to go on a business trip to the Northeast, it will no longer be called Leng Qing.

At that time, Leng Qing really had only one thought -- even if she was killed, she didn't want to experience that cold and biting feeling again! But Leng Qing ignored that this was actually because she didn't think it well and ignored the severe cold in the north! No wonder the climate was at all!

"Don't be so afraid of the cold, just wait until you get used to it. Yan Ziming's voice of persuasion came into the carriage again.

Shaking her head, Leng Qing still refused: "Don't, I definitely don't want to go out!"

Outside the carriage, Mu Wen was still driving the carriage expressionlessly, completely deaf to the conversation between his master and Leng Qing.

"Leng Qing, I am your master, you dare to refuse your master's request several times, believe it or not, when you arrive in the Red Ice Country, I will sell you to the government to be an official slave!" Yan Ziming's light and lazy voice slowly came into the carriage, mixed with a slight smile.

Hearing Yan Ziming's words, Leng Qing couldn't help but raise her head and roll her eyes at the roof of the carriage: Yaya, knowing that being sold as an official slave was her dead end, Yan Ziming's guy wanted to press her every time he was an official slave, but what Yan Ziming asked her to do did not violate the conditions she had put forward at the beginning, which made her really depressed!

Although she knew that it was just Yan Ziming threatening her, and she would not really sell her to the government as an official slave, Leng Qing still had to compromise. After all, the only person Leng Qing can rely on now is Yan Ziming, if she loses this support, Leng Qing really doesn't know where she should go, and how to face this vast other world.

"It's coming. Answering weakly, Leng Qing rubbed the ground step by step, and moved towards the carriage door at a turtle speed.

Finally rubbed to the side of the car door, and at the same time as lifting the carriage door curtain, a cold wind blew in his face, without the slightest hesitation, Leng Qing immediately shook his hand and lowered the car curtain.

I wanted to turn around and go back to the corner of the carriage to continue curling up as a snail, but thinking of Yan Ziming's words, Leng Qing had no choice but to endure the cold again, and reached out to lift the door curtain of the carriage with a generous face.

Yan Ziming turned around at this time, and just saw the scene where Leng Qing was shivering by the cold wind after lifting the curtain of the car, he couldn't help but smile toothily, and teased: "You are so afraid of the cold, what can you do when you get to the Red Ice Country?"

At this time, Yan Ziming and Mu Wen were only wearing a light coat, to be precise, the light hat was only draped on their shoulders by them, and was not tied up with a belt, this way of dressing was no different from not wearing it. Therefore, Yan Ziming is still qualified to "despise" Leng Qing's cold phobia.

With great difficulty, he walked to Yan Ziming and sat down, Leng Qing tightly pulled the two light pieces on his body to ensure that the oncoming cold wind would not pour into his body from his neckline.

Looking at Yan Ziming, who was smiling brightly beside him, Leng Qing snorted coldly: "I didn't want to go to such a cold place, but since I have sold myself to you as a maid, there is no way to go, right?

Ignoring Leng Qing's words that seemed to be complaining, he saw Yan Ziming's upper body fall in Leng Qing's direction, and once again poured his head straight on Leng Qing's side-bent thigh.

"You're here again!" Leng Qing was really about to be speechless and stroked her forehead and asked the sky.

Leng Qing didn't understand, why Yan Ziming seemed to be addicted, since she slept on her thighs two days ago, as long as she sat next to Yan Ziming, Yan Ziming would definitely pillow her thighs in the same way, sometimes sleeping, sometimes just pillowing, looking at the sky with her eyes open.

Towards Leng Qing showed a smile that charmed all beings, Yan Ziming looked at Leng Qing's slightly drooping face and said with a smile: "You said it yourself, you are my personal maid, as long as it is not against conscience and morality, it is difficult for a strong man, you can't refuse your master me." Now your master is just resting on your lap, is this a violation of conscience or a strong man's difficulty?"

When Leng Qing heard this, she rolled her eyes, stopped looking at Yan Ziming, leaned back, leaned against the wall of the car behind her, and looked up at the cloudless pale sky in a daze. (To be continued.) )