The corner of the thirteenth prince's eyes stared at Murong Qingran's right hand, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked slightly, being able to touch her wrist was not a breakthrough.

The weak and boneless woman's wrist is covered under the cuffs of her plain clothes, this is a woman who is extremely cold, dressed in plain clothes, adding to her coldness and widowhood, the thirteenth prince quietly retracted his gaze, the inexplicable mood in his heart rose again, sweet and sour, it seemed to be a little bitter, this feeling made the thirteenth prince dislike it very much, and even cringed, and then, the corners of his mouth returned to its original position, but the violently beating heart could never return to the original calm.

"The delicacy that this county is talking about is a little far, this way, this way." Feng Xian Ling walked while introducing Changqing County to the Thirteenth Prince and Murong Qingran, and occasionally mentioned Qizhou City, "When the old Marquis Wude Gong Murong was alive, Qizhou City was a well-known state capital, and even Changqing County with me was also stained, alas, it is a pity that the descendants of the old Marquis are not as good as the generation, and this Qizhou will decline in the future." ”

"Do you know the old marquis?" Feng County Ling mentioned his grandfather Murong Zheng, Murong Qingran became interested, looking at Feng County Ling's age, he was about twenty-eight years old, when his grandfather was alive, this Changqing County County Order was not him.

"The prestige of the old marquis is well known to the people of Qilu, and this county is no exception." Feng Xianling sighed with emotion, "I only hate that this county was born at the wrong time, and I couldn't see the old marquis, otherwise, this county will have to pay a few toasts to the old marquis, if it weren't for the old marquis, how could Qizhou be peaceful today." ”

"Lord Feng, listening to your accent, it shouldn't be from this area of Qizhou." The Thirteenth Prince said tentatively.

Feng Xianling sighed, "The young man left, the township pronunciation has changed, ashamed, ashamed." ”

"Everyone in the world says that the old marquis has the defense map handed down by his ancestors, which saved Qizhou, I don't know if this matter is true or false?" When the thirteenth prince said this, he looked at Murong Qingran.

Murong Qingran sneered at the corners of his eyes, the deployment map, he hasn't given up yet, even if she hasn't found the defense map, it is impossible for others to find it, Murong He, it is even more impossible.

The right hand tried hard to break free, but the thirteenth prince dragged it too tightly, and Murong Qingran roared, "Zhao Thirteen! ”

Being dragged away by a man for so long, her patience has come to an end, if it weren't for the fact that this man is the thirteenth son, Murong Qingran would have stabbed it with a silver needle in his left hand, and it was still a fatal acupuncture point.

Feng Xianling smiled on his face, but did not answer the thirteenth prince, and then, his eyes lit up, and he pointed ahead, "It's here, it's here." ”

Feng Xianling took the thirteen princes, Murong Qingran, and Radish to a small noodle stall at the entrance of a relatively remote alley, only a few people were eating noodles in this small noodle stall, and when they saw Feng Xianling, they all greeted him, "Lord Feng, Lord Feng......"

It seems that Feng County Order is an extremely people-friendly county order, and even ordinary people know him.

The stall owner selling noodles was a middle-aged man with a mole on the right side of his face, and he greeted him with a smile, "Lord Feng, you are here again." ”

"Old Yu, old rules." Feng Xianling was familiar with the middle-aged man, so without saying a word, he walked in.

The Thirteenth Prince didn't continue to ask, and Murong Qingran sneered, "Zhao Thirteen, what do you want to know?" "In front of her, a person from Jiyang Houfu, to inquire about the Murong clan's defense map, this Zhao Shisan's plot really doesn't know how to hide it.

"I want to know, you say?" The Thirteenth Prince asked rhetorically.

Murong Qingran said coldly, "Look at Miss Ben's mood." ”

Struggled hard, and finally broke free from the thirteen princes' clamps, of course, the thirteen princes also deliberately let go, otherwise, with Murong Qingran's strength, how could he break free.

"Four bowls of noodles!" Feng Xian Ling roared, and found a seat to sit down.

Radish shouted dissatisfiedly, "Feng Xianling, you won't say that the delicacy in your mouth is this ordinary noodle. "It's a subordinate of the Jiyang Hou Mansion, who eats better than the noodles in this small noodle stall, and the young lady never likes to eat pasta.

Feng Xianling nodded, "Yes, this is the best noodle ever eaten in this county, and it is naturally a delicious dish." Come, come, all sit, two nobles, this noodle is delicious, and the county guarantees it with his own life. ”

"It turns out that Feng County's order is worth a bowl of noodles." The Thirteenth Prince quipped.

Feng Xianling smiled awkwardly and went to pull the radish, "Little brother, sit down and eat noodles together." ”

The radish was full of things, and there was a fish basket on his back, standing aside, no matter how Feng Xianling pulled it, he couldn't pull it.

"Turnip, sit down." As soon as Murong Qingran gave the order, Radish immediately sat down.

Feng County, who was pulling the radish, was shocked by the radish.

Good boy, martial arts are not weak, Feng Xianling laughed, not angry at all.

"The noodles are coming!"

Four bowls of noodles were placed on the table, and Murong Qingran saw that it was a very simple bowl of noodles, sprinkled with some green onions, just like that, it couldn't be simpler. Murong Qingran himself doesn't like to eat noodles, and he can't eat such a bowl of noodles.

"Fragrant, really fragrant." Feng Xianling couldn't wait, got up from the ground, sat on the table, picked up the bowl, and gobbled it up.

The thirteenth prince has been cultivating in Qishan since he was a child, and he is used to living a hard life, and he is not picky, so he picked up chopsticks and ate it.

Murong Qingran didn't move his chopsticks and stared at his face.

Radish buried her head low, Miss doesn't eat noodles, she won't give him noodles to eat again, two bowls of clear soup noodles, eating one bowl is tormenting, not to mention two large bowls. Supreme Heavenly Honorable Blessing, I hope Miss will not let him eat such unpalatable noodles.

"Noble, eat quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold." Feng Xianling's eyes were sincere, and he sighed, "A porridge and a meal are not easy to come by. Vermilion wine and meat, starvation in the wilderness, we can eat such a bowl of noodles, it is a gift from God. ”

said that Murong Qingran didn't eat it, as if he had committed something intolerable.

"Zhao Thirteen." Murong Qingran called him.

The thirteenth prince was silent, but he reluctantly poured most of the bowl of noodles dyed by Murong Qing into his own bowl, and followed the customs of the villagers, plus he still had something to ask Feng County Ling.

Murong Qing smiled triumphantly.

The people eating noodles at the small noodle stalls left one after another, and before they finished eating, the stall owner said, "It's closed, it's closed!" ”

The stall owner said that he drove people away, and the guests who had not finished eating the noodles wanted to make trouble, but the stall owner took the silver to compensate them, and they took the silver and left, muttering as they walked, closing so early, the sun is just noon.

As soon as the bamboo curtain was placed, the stall owner went down to wash the dishes.

"Don't be surprised by the two nobles, Lao Yu is his own person." Feng Xianling suddenly put down the dishes and chopsticks, stood up, and gave the thirteenth prince the Taoist salute that the thirteenth prince had just done to him, and then said, "There are many people on the street, and it is rude." ”

Therefore, there is another disciple of the Dao Sect, Murong Qing said in his heart, how many disciples and disciples does this Qishan master have, and how can he meet people from the Qishan faction everywhere. Thinking about Xiao Yan's eyes shining at the mention of being able to go to Qishan, Murong Qingran was relieved, and he also understood more that this master of Qishan called himself 'deity', and what a transcendent status he had. R1154