After walking for two or three days, the speed of travel became slower and slower day by day, and the mother and daughter in the car made various requests from time to time, most of them to stop and rest. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Feng Ling is anxious, where is he willing to listen to them.

At first she only pretended to be deaf and dumb, pretending not to understand the young woman's speech mixed with a large number of Turkic words, but on this day a cold wind suddenly blew, and the walls of the car were ventilated on all sides, and the woman in the car could not stand it, and the old woman commanded the driver to stop the car and hang up the heavy curtain that blocked the wind, and the wind spirit pretended not to understand as usual.

The door of the car was open, and the woman in the car suddenly spoke, "Yuletuz, don't be like this, she has a daughter's house, and it is very difficult to be out alone. Besides, what are we in now? Just bear with me. She sighed faintly.

Feng Ling looked back, the Yanqi woman's face was dark and yellow, leaning against the wall of the car weakly, the car was full of gloomy clouds, but it could not hide her bearing to accept the catastrophe of life safely.

"Stop." Wind Spirit's heart suddenly moved, and he told the coachman to stop, "Go and hang a thick curtain for them." ”

The young girl named Yule Tuzi got out of the carriage and glanced at Feng Ling suspiciously. When the coachman hung up the curtain and re-entered the road, the woman poked her head out again.

"And how?" Feng Ling shook off angrily.

The woman was stunned for a moment, restrained her anger and said, "My Ana is afraid that you will freeze, so let you go and sit in the car." ”

Feng Ling wanted to refuse, but the wind was really cold, and she didn't want to be wronged by herself, so she got into the car as soon as she was short.

The woman didn't speak Heluo, and thanked her in Turkic dialect, and Feng Ling responded casually.

The woman asked her how old she was, what her name was, and where her home was. Feng Ling knew that they were the wives and daughters of the King of Yanqi, and the King of Yanqi voted for the Helu Department to teach the Anxi Duhufu and the Shazhou Zhichong Mansion to be suppressed together, and the country was destroyed in a blink of an eye, she had made up her mind not to talk to them all the way, but she couldn't shirk the question at the moment, so she picked a few irrelevant answers.

When she said the name, she turned a corner and said, "Il." It is the tone of the Turkic dialect of "Wind Spirit". The woman smiled softly, "You were born with a good appearance and a good name, and you are exactly the same age as Yule Tuzi." She raised her hand and pointed out of the car, "Outside the car is Kuang, Yultuzi's brother. ”

Feng Ling owed a little, "It was originally Yule Honghu and Kuang's special service. ”

Yuletuz said with a cold face: "If you can understand our words, it's hard to pretend to be dumb for you all the way." ”

Feng Ling only didn't hear it, looked around the car, Mo said that there can be a hand stove to warm your hands and knees, but she didn't even see a sip of hot tea, she said in her heart, it was cold enough to delay it, or only when all the women were as resistant to beating as she was, try to mention it tomorrow, can they be allowed to bring two small stoves, otherwise, it is really difficult for this Yanqi lady to persist until Chang'an and her husband reunite.

The day was really slow, the sky was about to be dark, the night wind whistled higher and higher, and a group of people still did not reach the post house. Soldiers and caravans can sleep in the wilderness, but the elderly and their dependents cannot. In desperation, Fu Yanyan asked the wind spirit to guide the way and went to the nearest mansion to rest the night.

When the shopkeeper of the shop saw such a team coming, he begged again and again, only saying that the shop was small and intolerable, and he did not dare to welcome or refuse, until he recognized that the caravan was the caravan of the Gu family, and he knew that the team led by the Gu family's daughter was coming, and he couldn't wipe his face anymore, and he was reluctant to accept it.

Although the shop is not big, because the New Year is approaching, there is no trace of the caravan on the trade road, and the entire shop is still empty. gave a room to the wife and daughter of the king of Yanqi, a room for the wind spirit and the son of the king of Yanqi, and a few rooms for the wounded soldiers, but none of them were empty, and he had to stay with the rest of the people outside the mansion.

The night was extremely cold, and the wind spirit inevitably sprinkled a lot of money, and the central shopkeeper stewed all the meat in the store and boiled out several large pots of hot soup to warm up.

The shopkeeper got the money and happily cleaned up the food one by one, in addition to the mutton soup and dry cakes used by the caravan and soldiers, he also made a pot of wontons with mutton stuffing with Feng Ling and others. When she set up the futon and other things in the room, the front hall was full of the fresh fragrance of meat soup, which was very attractive.

In this way, her hunger suddenly increased a little, and the little maid in the store was bringing out bowls of fat wontons and carefully placing them on the high table, Feng Ling cheered in her heart, and her steps became faster.

"How can this thing be eaten!" A sharp voice exploded in front of the wind spirit, only to see Yule Tuzi pointing to a steaming bowl of wontons and shouting scolding, his eyebrows raised high.

It's not okay to bluff a little guy to make a compensation, "Madame and lady forgive me, it must have been a little grass ash floating in the back kitchen, and it was not in the way, so the villain went to change a bowl." ”

Feng Ling walked to the table and looked at it, and there was indeed a small piece of black grass ash floating in the soup with the white and fat wontons in a bowl, and she dragged the little girl behind her, and picked out the grass ash with a wooden chopstick. "Since this can't be eaten, I will eat with Honghu." Feng Ling glanced at the little guy, "The soup that was just made, send it in a bowl first." ”

The little guy hesitated for a moment, and then thought that the one in front of him was the one who spent the money, and the one who was shouting was just eating for nothing, so he responded happily and turned back to the back kitchen to get the soup.

Feng Ling didn't care about Yule Tuzi, sat down on the bench, pulled the bowl of wontons that had just been bleached with grass ashes, and ate it after a little cooling. As far as Feng Ling is concerned, hungry and bitterly cold, he is already satisfied and moved to have such a bowl of hot and delicious mutton wontons in the Wilderness Mansion store.

Yuletuz smiled contemptuously, "It's just right for you." She wanted to say, "I haven't seen anything good", thinking that she didn't match her identity, but she endured it and didn't say anything, only hung a trace of contempt on her cheeks to watch her eat to the fullest.

In an instant, a large bowl came in with a wooden tray on the little servant, "The yokan is here." ”

In the blink of an eye, a large bowl of smoking yokan was placed in front of Yuletuz, and when she looked down, she blushed with annoyance. This was originally a bowl of haggis soup, lamb liver, sheep heart, lamb tripe, sheep lung, and lamb face meat cut into large pieces, and a large lump of mutton fat was thrown into it, and it was stewed into a large pot with oil and fragrant aroma.

"This bowl is full of good ingredients, you see, I picked a large chunk." The little servant wiped his oily hands like a treasure.

Yule Tuzi was so cruel to the oily haggis that the roots of his teeth itched, and he couldn't wait to splash it on the ground immediately.

Feng Ling swallowed the last wonton, and satisfaction overflowed from the bottom of his heart to his face, "Yule Honghu doesn't want to eat wontons, I don't want to use it, so it's good to change this?" ”

Yule Tuzi forcibly suppressed the depression in his heart, gritted his back molars and said, "Take the wontons and give them to me." ”

"Yikes." Feng Ling blinked, pretending to be surprised, "Wontons are fine food, I haven't made more, there are only a few bowls in total, everyone only has one bowl, Honghu doesn't want to use it, Yile feels a pity, so he uses Honghu's bowl." As she spoke, she picked up another bowl on the table, "This bowl belongs to the Captain, and Iler will send it." The two bowls, one for Madame and one for the Kuang service. ”

Ignoring how angry Yule Tuzi was, she put a bowl of steaming wontons into the food box, and went out with it.