The wind spirit walked extremely fast, and the palace maid who held the lamp followed behind her, panting sharply. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info approached the Lingbo Palace, and the wind spirit saw at a glance that there were already people guarding the door at night.

The guard figure suddenly crashed into her eyes, teaching her heart to skip a beat. She slowed down, and carefully identified it by the fact that it was not completely dark and the stone lamps that had been lit on the side of the path, and there was no one else, it was now the one who was responsible for the right and left guards, and look at the situation, he should be in charge of the night duty of the Lingbo Palace.

Feng Ling stopped, waiting for the palace maid to hurriedly run from behind, she smiled at the palace maid: "You go back to the Hanfeng Palace, there is a lamp in front of you to light the way, you don't need to hold the lamp." ”

The palace maid held the lamp in her hand, saluted the wind spirit, and retreated to leave.

As he walked, the wind spirit looked around in front of the Lingbo Hall from a distance, and except for one person, he didn't see anyone else. She hurriedly gathered up the silk, lifted her skirt, and walked quickly towards him.

Fu Yanyan was not surprised to see her, as if he was waiting for her there, a smile appeared on his lips, and his voice was very low: "Are you doing well?" ”

With just this question, Feng Ling almost couldn't control his feverish eyes, and his tears fell. She smiled at him reluctantly, nodded and whispered, "It's excellent." You see, my face is a lot rounder, but you ......" She couldn't help but stretch out her hand, trying to caress his face, but she was stuck halfway, and hurriedly clenched her fist again, and lowered her hand back to her side.

"Have you ever received the letter that Yule Honghu delivered?" The opportunity to speak was extremely rare, and Feng Ling's heart instantly surged with many words, each of which wanted to jump out one by one, she didn't know which one to say first, so she picked an irrelevant sentence to say.

Fu Yanyan nodded: "What exactly are you going to do?" Make a business tax and set off such a big thing inside and out. It is important to know that the companion is difficult and dangerous, and it will not last long. ”

Feng Ling looked around, made sure that there was no one around, and said softly: "The Kang family's revenge has not been avenged, you and I will not be stable in the future, and we must uproot the disaster to be at ease." ”

Fu Yanyan frowned, and sighed deeply: "Xue Yantuo is in turmoil, the saint has decided to send troops north to quell the chaos, and I have asked for war." And endure a little longer in the palace, and when I am triumphant, and I have been freed from my sinful body, I will ask the saint to marry, and I will justifiably take you out of the palace. In the future, you don't have to pay attention to those disasters, I will stop you for you. ”

Feng Ling's heart was warm at first, but soon it was replaced by worry, she took a step forward and looked up at him: "Are you going to go on the expedition again?" ”

"The saint has promised me to return to the Xuanjia Army." Fu Yanyan lowered his eyes, talking about the sword war, but there was boundless warmth in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter if you are triumphant or not, come back to me safely." Although Feng Ling's voice was low, there was no lack of determination in his words: "Victory or defeat is secondary, and your safety is the first priority." If thou wilt come back safely, I will be all right, but if thou art ......"

Before the wind spirit finished speaking, the two of them fell silent together, listening attentively. There was the sound of dull leather boot footsteps, not very far from them.

"In the past few days, Ashina Helu has come to see me, and I also live in Cuiwei Palace, and I will personally guard the Lingbo Hall for you at night, you can rest assured, but you need to be careful during the day." Fu Yanyan quickly instructed two words, took two steps back, and stood upright.

"Ayan......" Feng Ling opened her mouth slightly, and her voice was so low that only she could hear it, "Thank you for treating me like this." ”

She didn't know if she heard it, so she greedily glanced at his deep eyes, and there was another left and right guard on the path leading to the Lingbo Temple.

Feng Ling bowed to Fu Yanyan, turned around and saluted the waiter again, and smiled casually: "There are two waiters." ”

Even if the Hou Wei didn't know the wind spirit and didn't know the affairs of the previous dynasty, he should know how to live in the Lingbo Palace, and he had to be guarded by Yan Yan personally, and it was not unusual to be in front of the saint, so he hurriedly replied: "Don't dare, don't dare, the lady is polite." ”

Lingbo Hall is not big, the sound in front of the door, attracted the bamboo branch that was lighting the stone lamp in the courtyard, heard the voice of the wind spirit, quickly extinguished the fire in his hand, and came out to welcome her in. For a while, it was a meal, and it was an order to take a bath and hot soup, and the entire Lingbo Hall was busy together.

In the evening, the bamboo branches and apricot leaves went back to the house to sleep, Feng Ling put on a shirt, quietly got up and went out of the house to look, and the deep figure really stood there without moving.

Where can the wind spirit sleep, sitting on the stone steps in front of the house, the cool night breeze blowing, and countless cinnamon seeds fall densely on the canopy of a silver cinnamon plant above his head. She suddenly remembered the inadvertent leaning on when she walked through the sea of apricot blossoms that year, and it was such tiny petals falling like rain, and she couldn't help but miss the murderous aura of the leather mixed with iron on Fu Yanyan's body, and miss his solid and heavy chest, and the powerful heartbeat in his chest.

He was clearly in front of him, standing less than fifty paces away from her, and he could see it when he raised his eyes. But the wind spirit can only be fifty steps away from this, reminiscing about the past.

She sighed heavily, got up and went back to the house. After a while, the door of the house was halfway open, but she saw that she came out slowly with a lute in her arms, and still sat down on the stone steps, plucked the strings a few times, and played with the pitch.

Since leaving Shazhou, Feng Ling has never touched the pipa again, and this handle was found in the house yesterday, and I don't know who forgot it there. When she held the pipa and meditated for a while, she recalled those fingerings little by little, raised her hand and slowly plucked the song "Zhan Cheng Nan", and was suddenly shocked in the middle of the play, scolding herself for being confused.

She hurriedly pressed her hand on the string to stop the music. Fortunately, because of the rusty fingering, it was played quietly. She hurriedly changed the southern tune of "Mulan Ci". When Yiwulu was with the army, she played it once to the government soldiers, and an old government soldier told her that Fu Yanzeng had also whispered this song.

The southern tune of "Mulan Ci" is quite special, the south did not originally Xing "Mulan Ci" such a northern tune, even if the northern tune was changed to the southern tune, Feng Ling had never heard it in Jiangnan Province, only listened to the mother at home, and then learned it. Over the years, it seems that I have only known this song. At this moment, he must know that it is played just for him.

Thinking like this, Feng Ling unconsciously added some force to his fingers, making the sound of the pipa clearer and clearer. This was an allusion to a triumphant return, and she wanted to teach Yan Yan to hear it.

The guards who were also guarding outside the Lingbo Hall muttered in a low voice: "This lady is so excited in the middle of the night, this song is chic, and I have never heard it." ”

Fu Yanyan didn't talk to him, pursed his lips tightly, and firmly hid a smile in his lips, so as not to float on his face, and half-lowered his eyes to listen to her song intently. (To be continued.) )