That night, Han Shilang stayed in the idle courtyard in the east, he originally intended to be with the two slaves who raised horses in the stable, and he still felt more comfortable, and talked with the two about raising horses and taming horses, which was very similar. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This is bluffing, no matter who he used to be, but now he is the son of Captain Han, how can he eat and live with Manu.

The words were incomprehensible, and he couldn't speak clearly, so he tossed for a while, and invited Feng Ling, so he persuaded him to go to the East Side Courtyard to rest. Han Shilang was reluctant, and took advantage of the situation to propose that he and the two horse slaves wait for the dozen or so horses in the stable during the day. The wind spirit even coaxed and promised, but finally persuaded him to leave.

She went back to the main room to rest, and when she entered the house, she was the only one in the huge main room, but the candles were bright. The servant woman built a bath bucket into the clean room and invited her to bathe, but there was no maid in the house, and she had to deal with everything by herself. Fortunately, she is not so delicate, and she can live without being served. Moreover, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Chang'an City is not as dry and water-deficient as Shazhou, and the daily water supply should be reduced.

After bathing and changing, she returned to the house, bored, looked at every inch of the house, and speculated about what kind of daily life she had in this house before she went to the Shazhou Military Mansion.

The house is cleaned up minimalistly, and there are no ornaments such as eight treasure exquisite cabinets, which are exactly the same as his bedroom in Shazhou Zhechong Mansion, only a single-screen barrier separates the outside of the house, and the barrier is based on silk, and the lotus leaf lotus pattern is all hand-embroidered. On one side of the barrier, there is a low table of couches, and a few upper inkstone pen holders, but they have not been used for a long time.

There was a stack of books neatly stacked on the couch, and Feng Ling stepped forward to pick up a volume, which was a volume of "Guiguzi", and then down was a hand-copied volume of "The Biography of Zhang Yilie" and "Wei Yizi". She put down the book casually, but at a glance she caught a glimpse of the "Notes on the Water Classic" pressed at the bottom.

This volume was incompatible with those military books, and she picked up the book and flipped through a few pages at random, which was a little interesting. Feng Ling rearranged the book, and chuckled in his heart: This is interesting, military generals are illiterate, he is clearly a military attaché, and he is so diligent in books, is it possible that he is tired of being a military attache and wants to be a civil servant?

Feng Ling got off the couch, leaned against the single barrier, and looked towards the bookcase, as if Fu Yanyan was sitting there reading a book, as if he would look up at her and smile at her in the next breath, beckoning her to come over.

When she was stunned for a while, she sighed softly, stepped forward to extinguish the candles on the candlestick one by one, and said to herself silently: The displaced people on the outskirts of Dunhuang were slaughtered, the rich squires in the city were destroyed, and the imperial court could not make trouble to Ashina Helu, who had been submitted, and always instructed the military department to give an explanation.

With this in mind, the wind spirit extinguished the candles in the main room one by one, and the room sank into darkness, only the light of the stone lamps in the courtyard outside the house squeezed in through the thick veil on the window lattice, and dimly illuminated the inside of the house.

The wind spirit took advantage of this haze to lift the curtain of the inner room, and a thin warm breath came to her face, just as she was accustomed to smelling in her arms. She suddenly remembered that this house should have been where he lived in the past, so although it had been more than three years, there were still a few traces and breaths of him.

She followed the breath and shrunk into the covers, sniffing hard, as if nestled into her chest, which was always warm and firm.

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In the blink of an eye, Feng Ling has lived in Huaiyuan Fang for a month, opening the market every day, closing the market, and carefully sifting through the West Market, which has spread the business road. There are many Hu merchants in the West Market, not to mention half of them are selling goods to Shazhou, and some of them have transported things from Shazhou to sell them in the Western Regions.

Feng Ling wandered in the West City, from the merchants to inquire about Shazhou, after learning about the Dunhuang County Decree Festival, sure enough, because of the slaughter of the out-of-town out-of-town outcast and the big households in the city, he was dismissed on the spot, and he was imprisoned for 3,000 miles. Feng Ling secretly calculated, three thousand miles, it is in the territory of Micha, and it is not too bad for Zhang Boyong and his wife to wander, so they can get together with Yun Niang.

Another day, in the restaurant, she found out from a cloth merchant that Gu Fang, the largest cloth shop in Shazhou, was suddenly closed, and the entire business was transferred to Xizhou.

Feng Ling listened to it and calmly hid her joy, but she vaguely felt that Gu Fang, who was now talking about it, was not very related to herself, and it was five thousand miles away, separating her from the Western Frontier into two worlds.

After a few more days, there was no delay in returning, and the wind spirit began to be anxious. She is like a fish in water in the western Xinjiang, and she can easily listen to all the news she wants to hear, but in Chang'an, she seems to be blind and deaf, and has no direction, so she has to be in a hurry.

I asked who was in charge, and my eyes were black, and it was not as good as the people in Xishi who had more mouths and more news. No matter how much news about the West City is reached, it can't reach Shangshu Province within the palace walls. And how many dignitaries and dignitaries live in Chang'an, the gossip of those people is endless, who would pay so much attention to a lieutenant who has been away from Beijing for three years.

On this morning, Feng Ling practiced all the way in the courtyard to stretch his muscles and bones, attracting the servants and miscellaneous servants to stop and watch under the corridor. Feng Ling's ears are good, and he can easily hear their whispers.

"It turns out that Ah Lang has to practice boxing every day, and I don't want the lady to have this routine."

"The lady is a good match, and Ah Lang is a unique match."

Feng Ling secretly wondered, but I was afraid that what they wanted to know was how she had such skills, what kind of origin she had, and how she married their Ah Lang.

Thinking of the delay, Feng Ling suddenly deflated, and his hands and feet couldn't hold his strength, so he retracted his momentum indiscriminately, sat on the wooden steps in front of the house, and grabbed a silk handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

A servant woman greeted her with a smile on her face, and asked her if she believed in Buddhism.

Feng Ling nodded, and the servant woman became more and more happy: "Today, a senior monk from Hongfu Temple came to our Fayun Temple to teach the Fa, will the lady go?" ”

"I'm going." Feng Ling said without hesitation: "I just want to ask for a safe and early return for Ayan." ”

"Hey." When the servant woman heard that Feng Ling also believed in Buddhism, she was very happy in her heart, and hurriedly urged: "The lady might as well take a bath and change her clothes quickly, it's not too early, if you go late, you can't find a good place to sit." ”

The wind spirit has nothing to do at the moment, and all he can do is to worship the Buddha with devotion and ask for the protection of the Dharma. So I went to the clean room to wash it, pulled a snail bun at will, hung down the braids, changed into a plain skirt, and added a collar and silk to keep out the early spring cold.

The two servants were already waiting for her in the front yard, and when they saw her come out, their eyes fell on her hairstyle, which was still that of an unmarried girl in the room, and they were both stunned for a moment, but they didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly hugged her out. (To be continued.) )