Feng Ling has been back and forth under this city gate several times, when she was in the deep palace of Chang'an, I don't know how many times she dreamed of this city blocking the city gate, but she never expected that the day she walked into the city gate again, it would be like this. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The guards who had inspected the place looked the two of her up and down suspiciously, and carefully identified the words "Ashina Yile" on the place, and the one in front of him was about the most embarrassed Ashina he had ever seen.

Xingye felt weak in her heart and quietly took half a step back, but Feng Ling took a step forward instead, blocking the guard, and spoke Turkic dialect crisply. "This errand officer, isn't it because we are dressed poorly, so we are not allowed to enter the city? My master and servant had suffered something on the way, so they were embarrassed. But no matter how rough the clothes are, no matter how embarrassed the appearance is, it is also a person in the Ashina clan who cannot be looked down upon. ”

The guard knew the Turkic language, and secretly wondered that although this woman's robe was dirty, her face was covered with sand, and her face was so confused that she couldn't see her face clearly, but her eyes were sharp, and there was indeed a kind of pride that no one could despise. Looking at the horses they were holding again, they were all the best Dawan horses, which were by no means ridden by ordinary people.

He shrank in his heart for no reason and returned the place, "The villain is clumsy for a while, and Ashina is not strange." ”

Feng Ling took the place, snorted coldly, and walked away with the apricot leaves. In the past three years in Chang'an, she has not learned it, but she has learned it in a similar way.

Everything in Jiaohe City in Xizhou is still as usual, even though it has reached the twilight of the city gate, the market is still boiling. The trading in Xizhou is like flowing water, and because the sky is dark, the market is also late, and there is still an hour of liveliness in the Chengmen market.

The various appearances on the street, the different hair colors, and the different clothes all fell on the wind spirit's eyes more colorful than ever. Xingye kept tugging at her sleeve and exclaimed, "This is the Xizhou you often talk about?" ”

The wind spirit nodded vigorously, and affirmed to her and to himself over and over again, "Exactly, exactly. ”

The three-storey small building of Gu Fang, the large courtyard of the three entrances, is now unique in the square of Xizhou City, when the lights are on, you only need to walk to the most dazzling building in the whole market, and you will arrive in front of the door of Gu Fang.

As the closing time approached, there were no customers in the store, and a few servants were moving and arranging horses of cloth and brocade, and a steward was fiddling with calculations and writing account books on a high table in the corner of the store.

When a little girl saw Feng Ling and Xingye walk into the store, she was stunned for a moment, and then stepped forward with a smile and gave her a smile: "Forgive me, two ladies, it's late today, our store has been settled, please hurry up tomorrow." ”

The Wind Spirit nodded haphazardly, and headed straight through the storeyard and into the backyard. The little guy stopped in front of him, changed his Turkic dialect, and repeated Fang Cai's words.

"Buddha slave can be?" The wind spirit taught him to stop, so he had to stop and ask.

The housekeeper in the corner of the store suddenly heard someone call him "Buddha slave", and he felt strange, got up and stepped forward, hugged his hand to Feng Ling and asked, "Dare to ask this lady what is the matter with my family's chief steward?" ”

"Who's looking for me?" A smiling voice came from behind the screen, and the wind spirit turned his face to see the Buddha walking out of it bypassing the screen, with a smile on his face. I haven't seen him for three years, but I saw that he was kind and calm, and he developed a calm and unhurried bearing.

Feng Ling's heart was overjoyed, he took two steps forward, clenched his fist, and punched him in the shoulder: "Buddha slave! I am looking for you. ”

Buddha Nu inexplicably received this punch, took a step back, was startled, blinked a few times uncertainly, and stammered: "Big ...... Ma'am? ”

The steward woke up first, he was originally from Xizhou, although he had never seen the wind spirit, but as soon as he heard the Buddha call her "big lady", he immediately understood who she was, and hurriedly bowed down and went deeply: "It turned out that the big lady has returned." ”

His "big lady" fell into the ears of Buddha and felt very ridiculous. The Buddha Nu looked at her from head to toe, but he still refused to believe that the tired woman standing in front of him, covered in dust and covered in grit in her robe and hair, could be the wind spirit he knew well, with a radiant look and a radiant look in her eyes. Moreover, as far as he knew, she was quite popular with Taizong in Chang'an City, and she almost became the county lord, no matter what, it should not be this bleak situation here. Therefore, the Buddha Nu suspected that he was dreaming.

The air in the shop suddenly froze, and the Buddha slave stood in a daze, staring at the wind spirit, who looked at the Buddha slave urgently, and had too many words, but he didn't know where to start. The eyes of the little servant and the steward moved between the two, and no one dared to interject.

A crisp sound of "popping lala" suddenly broke the condensation in the store, and everyone turned their faces to look, a young woman was standing by the screen with her mouth covered, and under her feet was a set of white porcelain tea sets that she had just taught her to break.

"Lady......" The woman stepped over the broken tea set, leaned forward and stretched out her arms, crying and striding towards the wind spirit: "Auntie...... Auntie......"

"Ahh Feng Ling called her with a smile, stretched out his arm to take her hand, and his eyes turned red with a smile.

Ah Qi's fingers trembled incessantly in Feng Ling's hands, and she called "Auntie" over and over again, but she couldn't say a whole sentence.

Buddha Nu woke up, raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes, beckoned a little guy over, and whispered a few words, the little guy nodded and agreed and ran out in a hurry.

Buddha Nu stepped forward and pulled Ah Mi, smiled and reproached: "That's it, that's it, the eldest mother has just returned, don't you see her description, why don't you hurry up and take someone to hot the bath soup." ”

Ah Qi glanced at him, opened his mouth to refute him, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the embarrassed appearance of Feng Ling, Feng Ling, and the embarrassed appearance, so she swallowed back the words that she wanted to refute the Buddha slave, she shook Feng Ling's hand and said: "The hot bath is existing, and the eldest lady will go with me to wash and relieve fatigue." ”

Her gaze shifted to the side and she saw the apricot leaf with a dusty face, "Uh...... This sister ......"

"This is Xingye, who came with me, was originally from the Inner Yuan Palace, and when she was in Chang'an, she relied on her for taking care of all these years." Feng Ling took Xingye's hand and introduced her to Ah Yifonu: "She is older than me, so you can call her Sister Xingye as I like." ”

Apricot leaves according to the number of rituals in the deep palace, solemnly saluted to the Buddha slave and Ah Mi, the Buddha Nu bluffed, hurriedly turned sideways, Ah Mi suddenly cramped, hands and feet do not know where to place.

Feng Ling laughed out loud, and stretched out his arm to stop Xing Ye, "This is Xizhou, not Chang'an, we didn't have this set of red tape, our own family, we are used to it at will, and we don't need to pay attention to it in the future, it's good to be comfortable." ”

Xing Ye's face flushed, and she agreed indiscriminately, so she straightened her waist, lowered her head and followed Ah Qi Fengling to the backyard clean room to wash the dust.