Apricot Leaf and Bamboo Branch saw that she was sleeping peacefully, and it was not good to wake her up. At dinner time, I didn't see her wake up, Zhang Fengyu came to ask about the pulse, and only said that she was no longer in the way, because www.biquge.info of the wind and cold, she was tired, so she just went to sleep with her. For a while, everyone was like a thing, and they all relaxed.

And at night, the apricot leaves came to see once before the palace ban, the wind spirit is not used to people on night duty outside, the apricot leaves are afraid that she will wake up hungry and thirsty in the middle of the night, and leave a night light on the low couch outside, and the copper kettle is warm with hot tea, and a few simple pastries are placed, and then go back to the house to sleep.

Feng Ling really tossed and turned at nearly three watches, and she had slept in the dark for five hours since the second half of the morning, and gradually woke up at this time, and her throat burned dry. In a trance, she only felt some slight sounds, from far to near, she heard very well, even if she was not very awake in her sleep, she could tell that someone was moving.

"Apricot leaf ......" she hoarsely lowered her throat and whispered in a daze: "Pour the tea." ”

The person who was about to go to the couch paused, turned around and lifted the curtain, and went out of the inner room, and there was a sound of a copper kettle and a wooden table touching outside, as if he was afraid of waking her up, but there was only a sound, and then stopped.

Before long, he entered the inner room and returned to the bed, the wind spirit was so thirsty that he frowned, and swallowed a few times, only the burning pain in his throat.

Someone helped her up from the couch, pulled her over the quilt and wrapped her in a curtain, the slightly cool porcelain touched her hot lips, the warm and clear tea soup flowed through her throat like a fire, she leaned forward and poured most of the lamp in one breath, then she took a long breath and leaned on the shoulder of the person beside her.

The man placed the cup in his hand and stretched out his arm to encircle her. Sensing a pair of steady and powerful arms, Feng Ling Fang knew that it was not the apricot leaves that brought tea to feed her. She suddenly came to her senses, opened her eyes, and met the hot lips on one side of her face, and fell eagerly and passionately on her forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and neck, and the breath of longing that had taught her to be deeply suppressed came to the world.

"Ayan......" Feng Ling muttered such a sentence, and tears burst out of his eyes, like threads and beads, rolling endlessly.

The lips were resolutely shut around her, and her salty tears were stirred together, and the wind spirit raised his face, wrenched his arm from the covers, and wrapped his arms around his neck, trying to meet him, weeping as he swallowed his sigh little by little.

Before his wheezing became more agitated, Fu Yan gathered his breath and retreated slightly. But Feng Ling was greedy and refused to let go, leaning against his chest, biting his lower lip, and grinding.

"Don't move anymore." In the darkness, the wind spirit couldn't see his face clearly, and he couldn't see the forbearance and embarrassment on his face at the moment, but he could hear his voice trembling slightly from extreme restraint.

The wind spirit understood, his forehead against his shoulder socket, blushing, slowly collecting his breathing. The inner room was silent for a moment, and then Feng Ling asked in a hoarse voice, "How did you get in?" Don't ask about the night watch? ”

Fu Yanyan moved her body so that she could adjust her comfortable sitting position, and then wrapped her arms into the quilt: "Lingbo Hall is not a high wall of the imperial city, and it is not difficult to enter. Now that I have returned to the Xuanjia Battalion, I don't have to act as a Fei Fei in the left and right Hou Guard Battalions. ”

The wind spirit pulled the corners of his lips and raised a "I know" smile: "How can the saint allow you to be idle on the left and right. ”

Fu Yanyan ignored it, and only chased her to ask her about the bow and falling from the horse during the day.

Feng Ling deliberately said it lightly, and leaned over to the inside of the couch and took out the small iron thorn ball for Yan Yan to see: "It was this object that was wrecked under the saddle, pierced into the horse's flesh, and taught the horse to lose control. Also, I don't know who hit the rattan ball, the strength is so fierce that it is not like an ordinary bow, but it seems to be deliberately hit on the head. ”

Fu Tanyan took the iron spike ball, held it in the palm of his hand and looked at it closely, and he didn't know why, he put the iron spike ball in the bag hanging under the strap: "This object seems to be specially made, tomorrow I will order someone to send it back to Huaiyuanfang, so that the family can listen to the iron shops around the city, or I can know who made it." ”

He sighed heavily, picked up the wind spirit leaning on his arms, and said solemnly: "Why don't you refuse to restrain this reckless temperament, Helu invited the saint to compete, and there are more soldiers and warriors who can fight for the saint, you are already cold, why do you have to come up with this?" ”

The dim night light reflected his brow, his narrow eyelashes hanging low and covering his deep eyes, one side of which was hidden in the shadows, showing a straight nose bridge, and a full and solid line of the chin, and the wind spirit was so fascinated that he couldn't help but reach out from the quilt to caress his cheeks.

Fu Yanyan grabbed her hand and pressed it in his heart: "When can you answer me seriously and not rush forward?" ”

"Since you are from the Cai Guogong Mansion with Mrs. Yinghua, and your bow and horse art has been enlightened by her, you should have seen the princess of Runan from Mrs. Yinghua?" Feng Ling's eyes were still red and swollen because of Fang Cai's crying, but now he grinned, and instead of saying anything, he leaned closer to the lamp, and asked in a dumb voice: "Look at my appearance, is it really similar to the princess who died young?" ”

Fu Yanyan choked, hesitated for a long time, and nodded back to her: "Princess Runan was raised in the palace, and I haven't seen it, but your appearance and charm ......" He used the dim candle flame to carefully figure out the corners of her eyebrows, eyes and lips, "It's like Mrs. Yinghua." I was worried that the saint would regard you as Mrs. Yinghua, but I never thought that he was......"

"The saint treats me gently, does not formalize the palace etiquette, and is considerate everywhere, like a loving father, these days, he really treats me as the princess, to make up for his unfulfilled love." Feng Ling sighed faintly: "It's just that a businessman like me who is as cold as me can't afford it." I can't repay the kindness of the saints in this way, but I can only stand up and block one or two in the insignificant, so that I can complete the way of communication. ”

Her dedication to equal contact has been taught several times, and she is speechless at the moment, only rubbing her hair on the top of her head with her head on the side.

Feng Ling knew that it was not easy to see each other now, and after getting tired of it for a while, he reined in his restrained state, sat up from his chest, and explained to him in detail what had happened since he arrived in Chang'an.

How to meet again with Yule Tuzi, the daughter of the Yanqi prince, in Xishi, how to find out the news of his detention in the military department through Yule Tuzi, how to find the mother and son of the unborn Amanpo through the convenience of Master Xuanzang, and how to learn from Amanpo what Liu Zheng and his son did in the private world, and how to persuade Amanpo to give evidence to denounce Liu Zheng's father and son, but because of this, Amanpo's mother and son lost their lives, and even caused Liu Shuang to chase him on the street.

The knuckles of the fists were so clenched that the knuckles turned white, and the green tendons flare. When he was detained in the military department, he had cleaned up everything in the western Xinjiang from beginning to end, and the more he thought about it, the bigger the strange it became, and every time he reached a critical moment, he always lost his head, as if the truth was in front of him, but there was a layer of window screen, but this layer of window screen was difficult to touch, and the truth was ethereal behind it.

Feng Ling's words suddenly pierced the window screen, and the delay gradually became clear, and all the things that he had been thinking about in the bottom of it were connected, and one by one flashed back in his mind, making him suddenly realize that he was filled with grief and indignation.