Zhan Ying didn't have to look back to know who it was, Mo Li's way of appearing was always so quiet, Zhan Ying was no longer surprised. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhan Ying was really happy today, she ignored Mo Li's cold handsome face, and didn't care if she would be embarrassed if she was rejected, she only pushed the plate of dumplings wrapped in cloth to Mo Li: "This is the dumpling I just learned to make today, although the appearance is not good, but the taste is not satisfactory, and it can be regarded as a reward for the friendship you drank with me last time with a good wine." ”

Seeing that Mo was not moving, she opened the wrapped cloth by herself, and when she saw it, the dumplings were already frozen, so she was a little embarrassed, and was ready to re-wrap them and give them to Li tomorrow. Mo Li picked one up, put it in his mouth and chewed it. "It's unpalatable." Mo Li said so, but Zhan Ying smiled.

"Mo Li, Jing Shang said that you don't like to be in front of people, when will you appear?" Zhan Ying said curiously.

Mo Li didn't speak for a long time, and just when Zhan Ying thought he wouldn't answer, he lightly opened his thin lips: "When Jingshang is in pain." Hearing his answer, Zhan Ying's heart was slightly sour, Mo Li seemed to be living for the scene, what about the scene? And for whom do you live?

Mo Li finally turned his well-defined face sideways and looked at Zhan Ying: "If anyone makes Jing Shang sad, I will punish him." ”

Zhan Ying felt a chill on the back of her neck, but she was not afraid, and raised her voice: "The relationship between people is based on sincerity and equality, I treat Jingshang as a friend and must treat each other with sincerity, and I believe that Jingshang is the same." No matter what the circumstances, I will not do anything that is not good for the scene. ”

Mo Li scrutinized her, as if to probe the credibility of her words. After a long time, his cold eyes left Zhan Ying, looked at the still brilliant fireworks in the distance, and sighed almost inaudibly, and he didn't use a cold tone commendably: "Jingshang, he is very pitiful." ”

Zhan Ying knew that if he didn't want to say it, it would be useless to ask, so he didn't ask, and just quietly watched the brilliant fireworks.

On this Chinese New Year's Eve, Zhan Ying slept very sweetly. In the dream, the scene where she tied her cloak under the plum tree coincided with the face of Mo Li, who was watching the fireworks side by side with her, so that in the end, she couldn't tell who was in the dream.

When he woke up the next day and remembered last night's dream, Zhan Ying was stunned. She didn't know where this pleasant and sad feeling came from. It's the first time I've grown up in a man's pile since I was a child. The strange feeling made her a little flustered, until her right hand touched the wrench of her left hand, and the coldness of the tentacles made her calm, thinking about the heavy burden on her shoulders, she jumped up, picked up the gun behind the door, and danced in the snow.

Today is the first day of the new year, and she changed into the new clothes that Li Xing prepared for her. At that time, she wore a narrow-sleeved tunic with purple and white trim, and a white rabbit fur with shoulders. Tie up a bunch of hair with a purple hairband at will, wash up, go to Aunt Li's place for breakfast, and then go to Qingyao.

"Gong, Gong... Miss? "Lao Yan has never seen the appearance of Zhan Ying's women's clothes, and he is really surprised to see Zhan Ying today. Unexpectedly, she was a woman, and he had never seen a woman as chic and handsome as her. Yes, if she didn't have such an outstanding temperament, how could she have entered the eyes of the heavenly pavilion master.

When Zhan Ying saw the scenery of drying plum blossom petals in the courtyard, he smiled heartily. And Jing Shang looked up and saw her, and a light flashed in his eyes. It's rare that you don't wear green clothes on the scene today, and you are also wearing purple clothes. If it is said that the scenery in green clothes is as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind, and the scene in purple clothes is inexplicably with the beauty of demonization, when she looks up at her, she seems to feel that thousands of plum blossoms are in full bloom.

Jing Shang said: "I was preparing to make plum blossom brew, and you came." ”

"It's just a good time to learn how to brew, and when you're hungry, you can brew it yourself, and you don't have to worry about you." Zhan Ying replied with a smile.

"Then if I don't teach you in my life, will you remember in my life?" Zhan Ying was a little flustered, and when he looked around, Jing Shang was only flattening the plum blossoms with his fingers, and his expression was careless.

Zhan Yingzheng didn't know what to answer, Jing Shang straightened his waist, still smiling warmly on weekdays. Zhan Ying felt as if something had suddenly disappeared before he could touch it.

Jing Shangdao: "This plum blossom brew needs to wait for the plum blossom to dry to semi-dry, and it can't be put into the wine urn today, and it will take a few days." ”

Zhan Ying proposed: "If you don't make wine today, why don't you go out and see the temple fair on the first day of the Yanyang New Year, I heard that the red plum in Baoyue Temple looks like a red cloud from a distance, and it is very beautiful." ”

Seeing that Zhan Ying was in high spirits, Jing Shang couldn't bear to brush her mind, "Okay, then you and I will go together, you wait a little here." ”

When he came out again, he had already put on a human skin mask, and his appearance was much more ordinary, so he could go out much more comfortably, after all, his appearance was too outstanding and he always attracted too much attention when he walked in the crowd.

Jingshang and Zhan Ying came out of the side door of Qingyao, today's Langfang is very lively, there are many more people on the road than usual, wearing costumes and parade the streets, juggling, beating gongs and drums and singing big operas, as well as the stalls of various craftsmen. When Zhan Ying was in Jingdu, Zhan Ying often took her to visit temple fairs by her brother or the younger soldiers of Zhan Jiajun, so Zhan Ying was not very curious about this excitement.

Although the scene is pasted with a human skin mask, the appearance is ordinary, but that bearing cannot be concealed, and the two of them are wearing purple clothes, so the two with such outstanding temperament still attract many side eyes. Zhan Ying and Jing Shang didn't care, they walked leisurely, and suddenly Zhan Ying stopped in front of a clay man's stall.

She picked up a clay figurine with a displeased expression: "Jingshang, look, this clay figurine is dressed in green clothes and carrying a medicine basket, it is simply your appearance, I will buy it and give it to you!" After saying that, he touched the purse on his waist.

Jing Shang suddenly grabbed her hand and stared at her eyes: "Don't" Jing Shang's breath suddenly turned cold, and he said again coldly: "I said, don't"

Zhan Ying didn't know why Jing Shang was suddenly like this, she even felt that what was in front of her at this moment was not Jing Shang, but Mo Li. Jing Shang still held her wrist tightly, she didn't exhale pain, only frowned slightly, and put back the clay figure.

Jing Shang let go of her hand, and in this cold winter, Jing Shang's hand was slightly sweaty. Because he was wearing a human skin mask, Zhan Ying's expression was not very real, but his eyes would not deceive, and Zhan Ying clearly saw fear and sadness in his eyes.

Jingshang's expression gradually recovered, but he didn't have a smile as shallow as the wind as before, he said to Zhan Ying: "I won't go to see Hongmei anymore, I still have things to do today, say goodbye." Without waiting for Zhan Ying to answer, he turned around and left, his departing back as if he had lost his soul.

Zhan Ying was a little at a loss, she clearly poked at the sore spot of Jingshang. But Jing Shang always hid his thoughts and never confided in her, how could she know how to protect his sore spots? She turned her head to look at the clay figure, and the butterfly in her heart flapped its wings and stopped suddenly.