As if holding back for a long time, Fu Yanyan remembered something, took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to her, "The document sent by the Pyongyang county uncle contains a letter for you. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Feng Ling took the letter, the mouth of the sheepskin bag was not firmly secure, she "chuckled" in her heart, and took out the letter and swept it through the ten lines at a glance.

The letter just said that her body and bones were already safe, thank her for taking care of her all the way, and then invite her to go to the secret place when she was free.

At the end of the letter, the bold and clumsy font is very different from the previous book, and even the tone is straightforward and crisp, erasing the words of the previous crepe, roughly asking the wind spirit if he has done what he has entrusted him with.

"What is the matter with Pyongyang County?" Fu Yanyan frowned and glanced at the letter in her hand.

Feng Ling naturally never forgot that Mi Jie entrusted her to take care of Zhang Yunniang on the day of separation, and was secretly amused, when she suddenly heard the question of Fu Yanyan, she was slightly stunned, and suddenly raised her head and asked: "You, how do you peep into my letters?" ”

"I don't have time to review your letters, and the Folding Mansion has its own letters that have a long history of checking through the top." Fu Yanyan impatiently explained the rules of the western frontier carefully, and only asked again, "What did he entrust you?" ”

"Do you want to ask about the personal affairs of your children?" Feng Ling shook off angrily. As if to calm the delay, he stared at her deeply for a few breaths and stopped talking.

After a while, Ah Miti skirt trotted over and called her in a loud voice: "Auntie, the car is ready, Auntie ......"

She ran to the wind spirit in a few steps, raised her face and suddenly saw the stone statue standing straight and delayed, and suddenly reminded her that this was in Zhuang Zheng's Zhichong Mansion, and suddenly stopped her mouth, and lowered her eyes and walked to the wind spirit's side.

"Gu Niangzi...... Please. "Please let me go, and my tone is polite and cold.

Still so polite, Fang Cai's proposal seems to be in vain. Feng Ling sighed in his heart: the son can't be taught, follow him to the back corner door and take the car.

Dunhuang City is a small city on the side, since Zhenguan, the sea Shengping trade road gradually opens, with the Hu merchants coming and going, the monks and visitors are frequent, the original small Dunhuang City is increasingly prosperous and prosperous, and the city can not be filled with so many people again. The wealthy merchants and the prominent families occupied the city and refused to move, and the commoners with well-to-do families also formed their own in the city, and the slightly poorer tenant farmers, herdsmen, and craftsmen had to migrate outside the city.

Overlooking from the high point of Dasha Mountain, the whole Dunhuang City has doubled compared with the previous foot, and the part that expands out is called the outer city outline.

The situation in the outer city is very different from the prosperity in the city, the houses built of low earth rammed walls everywhere, the roofs are mostly made of loess and dry camel thorns, there is very little rain here, and there is no light rain a few times a year, but there is no need to worry about roof leakage. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and the smoke rises from the walls and roofs on the street.

Bare children ran around the staggered streets, and women in coarse kudzu tunics shouted behind them, calling for their children.

The wind spirit shrank his feet to avoid a large mass of camel dung on the ground, and suddenly he was caught off guard and bumped, but he didn't have much strength, but he couldn't hold it steady, and he staggered on the spot and turned half of his body, leaning to the side.

Walking behind her, Fu Yanyan was quick to reach under her and hold her up, so that she would not fall into the mass of camel dung. The woman who was panting behind the young child stood in front of the wind spirit with her waist crossed, and confessed one after another: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the big lady......"

The woman turned her face to see Fu Yanyan, who was supporting the wind spirit, and although he was not wearing a military robe, the sword at his waist was obviously not a common thing. Seeing that he and the wind spirit both had a long companionship, the woman was really humble, bluffed, and at a loss, for a while she forgot about the wind spirit who was hit, and only bowed to Fu Yanyan and begged: "The noble man forgives the sin, the child does not know things, and he does not have long eyes, he collided with his wife, and the slave made amends for him, please don't blame the nobleman." ”

The sudden sound of "Madame" Jiao Yan and Feng Ling were both taken aback, and they glanced at each other in a daze.

Feng Ling woke up a little faster, and realized that Fu Yanyan's hand was still supported under the threat, so he hurriedly stood firm, pushed his hand away, and comforted the woman with a pleasant expression: "Auntie, don't be afraid, do you see that I am made of tofu, or is it painted on silk, but I can't touch it?" Besides, it doesn't matter how much strength a child can have. ”

The woman looked up hesitantly at Feng Ling, and saw that she was really fine, and her face was kind, and she was much more relieved. Feng Ling glanced back at Yan Yan and smiled at the woman: "Dare to ask Auntie, where can I find the painter who is not born?" ”

The woman straightened up, still a little nervous under the flickering gaze, and her hands wrenched the sewn spots on the gray-brown kudzu skirt, and she looked straight at her eyes, unable to answer.

The little boy who had just escaped and bumped into the wind spirit, I don't know when he sneaked back quietly, shrunk behind a dirt wall, and at this time heard her ask Weisheng, and suddenly jumped out from behind the earth wall, "Madame wants to find Weisheng to paint a Bodhisattva?" There is a strange woman in his house, if the lady wants to go, but you must touch the right door, if you touch the wrong one, you will meet the strange woman......"

"Monkey cub, don't talk in front of Madame!" The woman scolded the boy in a low voice, and reached out to pull him. The little boy was dexterous and dodged behind the wind spirit.

Feng Ling bent his eyes and laughed, and shook the hanging hair on the back of his head intentionally or unintentionally, "Auntie is polite, 'madam' doesn't dare to be." ”

The woman glanced at her lily bun and her silver and red hair, and blushed in front of the wind spirit, "It's a lady who hasn't left the cabinet......"

Feng Ling didn't care, and as if he was juggling, he took out a piece of gum tooth and handed it to the boy, "Sister doesn't know which door to enter the unborn family, if you are willing to take your sister there, my sister will buy you candy cakes to eat." ”

The young boy hesitated and refused to take the gum tooth dumpling, looked up at the face of the stone that was delayed, and then looked at the woman, who hurriedly said, "You are obedient, take the noble man to find the unborn." ”

Only then did the little boy avoid Yan Yan's gaze and take the meal, "Sister come with me." ”

The four of them followed the little boy on the dusty path and walked around for two teas, the house gradually became sparse, the wind and smoke were even greater, and the wind spirit did not wear a veil to cover his face, so he had to cover his mouth and nose to slow down his breathing, and Ah Qi had already hidden behind Han Meng.

After a while, Feng Ling looked back a few times, the settlement of the outer city outline seemed to be behind her, she was afraid that the little boy would be lost, and asked in a loud voice: "Hey, this is almost out of the outer city, how far is it?" ”

The little boy raised his hand and pointed ahead, a small lonely courtyard, alone not far away, he couldn't see anything from a distance, he only felt dilapidated and simple. Walking a few steps closer, close to the chaimen, I can see clearly that the extremely small courtyard is surrounded by three low, flat-roofed earthen houses. Rough but sprinkled clean and crisp, a large jujube tree in the courtyard, at this time is full of green jujube seeds, as if someone is sitting under the tree to do work.

The young boy stopped, "Sister, go by yourself, under the tree is the strange woman who has not given birth to a family, calling Amanpo, it is terrifying." ”

Feng Ling smiled, took a few copper coins from Ah Qi's hand and gave them to him, "Good guy, buy fruit cakes and eat them." The little boy took the money, hurriedly bowed to Feng Ling and Fu Yanyan, and ran away as if he were running away.

Han Meng took a few steps forward and greeted in a loud voice: "But the painter is not born?" ”

Feng Ling followed forward, curiously looking at the person sitting under the tree with his back to the wood door, from the back it looked like an old woman, wrapped in plain cloth, a one-color homespun coarse dress, perhaps afraid of the cold, and wearing a half-arm jacket. The clothes are old and shabby, but she wears them fresh and refreshing, and the lines are not messy.

When the old woman heard the noise, she slowly got up from under the tree, gathered her sideburns, which were wrapped in plain cloth, and ignored them, but went into the house on her own, and her legs and feet were not very neat, and she did not walk very quickly.

"Grandma, can you be at home if you are not born?" Seeing that she had no intention of dealing with them, Feng Ling couldn't help but ask again.

The woman still ignored her, and the curtain of the main house moved, and out of it came out of it it was the unborn. "Listening to the voice, I knew that it was Aunt Gu, and I was annoyed that Aunt Gu pulled out the door bolt and entered the courtyard to sit, so I will come." Weisheng smiled apologetically at her, and stepped forward to help the old woman with weak legs and feet into the back room.