As soon as she got out of the post house, the cold wind rushed over, Feng Ling unconsciously shrank her neck, walking slowly for fear that the wontons in the food box would be cold, walking fast for fear of spilling hot soup, and a biting cold wind gnawed at her bare hands. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The big tent of cow felt was alone, and Feng Ling saw that there was a big fire outside the tent, and there were government soldiers patrolling in shifts, so he was relieved. As soon as the tent door fell, the wind like an ice knife was kept out.

"The store's newly made wontons are good, don't nibble on those hard cold dry cakes." Feng Ling quickly found a place to place the food box, and then took out the bowl in the food box, and held it steadily to Fu Yanyan, all in one go, without leaking.

In fact, she has been pampered since she was a child, and although she is more difficult when she goes out, she can only take care of herself and is not used to taking care of others. At present, the work of delivering food is done so well, all the wisps of love in her heart, for fear that if her movements are slowed down, the hot soup will be cooler.

Fu Tan stretched out his hand to take it, but it touched her cold fingers. He casually put the bowl aside, and suddenly grabbed her hands that were a little red from the cold, "Have you ever eaten it?" ”

Feng Ling didn't expect him to suddenly shake her hand, the warm and rough palm wrapped her hands tightly, and she felt a little shy in her heart.

peeked at him, but he was at ease, as if warming her hands was a thing that he was used to, and it couldn't be more natural.

Since he is calm, what is there for me to be ashamed of, besides, his palms are really hot, and his hands are so cold that he should warm me in order to bring him food. Feng Ling secretly scolded himself, and then responded to him with a smile: "When will you see that I am willing to lose myself?" ”

Although she coveted the warmth in his palm, she was still afraid that the hot soup would become cold, and after warming up for a while, her hands were slightly too hot, and she struggled twice, and took her hand out of his palm, "Eat quickly, let it cool but let it down and let me live up to my rush all the way." ”

Fu Yanyan picked up the bowl, Feng Ling was very relieved to see that the bowl was still hot, and sat down next to him at random, watching him eat the wontons one by one. For a moment, I thought that Yule Tuzi, who was dumped by her in the store, didn't know what to do at this time, so I couldn't help but bend my eyes and laugh.

"Laughing at what?" Fu Yanyan swallowed the wonton and asked strangely.

After he asked, Feng Ling described the story of playing Yule Tuzi with beef offal soup, and Fu Yanyan couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips: "After all, she is used to being respected in the court of Yanqi, so don't bully her too much." ”

"How could I deceive her, I think it's also a poor person, what is wrong with her Ana, but she is burdened by her Atta. It's just that she wears a sin on her body, and she is still so domineering, and she doesn't know how many lives she has to abuse when she enters Chang'an. If you have to meet me, it should be her creation, and there will be a time when she will thank me in the future. Feng Ling pursed her lips and muttered, she originally had a set of crooked reasoning, but this time she taught her to be presentable.

Fu Tanyan smiled slightly and shook his head, the bitter cold of the wilderness night in early winter was strictly isolated from the big tent.

Since he knew what was going on, he was only accompanied by the book of war and military law, and the slaughter of life and death, I never knew that there was such an interest, and I didn't even feel that the smile was several times more than before.

Feng Ling put away the empty bowl he had put down, wrapped the fur tightly in it, walked to the tent door, and suddenly remembered the sick Yanqi woman, so he turned back and asked, "The wife of the Yanqi King seems to be very sick, and I want to make a hand-warming oven for her tomorrow, can you do it?" ”

Fu Yanyan groaned for a while and nodded, "You can be sympathetic to her, but you have to keep an eye on the road, don't teach them what went wrong in our hands." If you work hard for a few more days, when you enter the Yumen Pass, someone will come to take over the escort. ”

Feng Ling nodded, got out of the big tent, and choked on a big mouthful of wind. Listening to it in the tent, "uh, uh......" There were several cold hiccups, wrapped in the wind, and gradually faded away.

The next day, the team boarded the car, and Feng Ling sat on the wheel for two cups of tea before waiting for the Yanqi people to come out of the post house. Yule Tuzi glanced at Feng Ling fiercely, and Feng Ling knew that she was resentful of last night's beef offal soup, so she didn't see it at the moment, jumped off the wheel, and saluted in a proper manner, "Madam, Yule Honghu, Kuang Special Service." ”

Yuletuz and Kuang rolled their eyes at her, one got into the cart and the other got on the horse, and ignored her.

"Ana, Ana!" As soon as Yuletuzfu got into the car, he shouted with surprise and joy, "There is a hand stove." ”

The woman was also very happy, and softly ordered Yule Tuzi to thank the wind spirit.

"Thank her for what." Yuletuz pursed her lips, she was not stupid, and as soon as she said this, she knew where this warm hand stove came from, so she reluctantly and hastily thanked her.

"Don't thank me, if you want to thank you, you should go to thank Duwei." Feng Ling held the wheels in his hand, jumped into the car, and followed him into the car, "I am really grateful, so I hurried away in peace, and there will be no more moths." ”

In the next few days, the Yanqi woman's body soothed, and Yuletuz stopped a lot, and the whole procession was able to speed up.

Feng Ling looked at Yule Tuzi idly, and couldn't help but compare her with Suo Liangzhao. is also delicate and domineering, but this Yan Qi Honghu is much more straightforward and straightforward, and does not have selfish and evil thoughts, so she can also feel her innocence when she thinks about it.

Follow the soldiers all the way smoothly, the wind spirit is leisurely, but it is inevitably boring, just with Yule Tuzi with her, how can she let it go. The two of them didn't know how many times they had to grind their teeth and fight every day, and every time they opened her eyes angrily, Feng Ling was secretly proud.

There were occasional times when the Kuang agent couldn't look at her, but when he thought that Feng Ling was willing to ask for a hand warmer for him Ana, he also thought of her as a good person, but he was just sharp-tongued. Compared with those who are sharp in swords and hearts, it is a thousand times better. Thinking about it this way, it will not be mixed in the fighting teeth between Yule Tuzi and the wind spirit.

In this way, this way did not feel dry, and in a blink of an eye they arrived at Yumen Pass, and sure enough, there were soldiers who picked them up at Yumen Pass.

When parting, although Feng Ling quarreled and fought with her for several days, considering that she had died after all, and did not know what kind of situation she would have in Chang'an, she was a little reluctant for a while. It wasn't until he passed the Yumen Pass, rode back on his horse, and walked side by side with the flicker, and the words in his mouth kept talking all the way, so that he was better.

Yumen Pass is more than 200 miles away from Dunhuang City Pass, and can be reached within two days. On the last day, the snow finally rose, and the wind spirit was already very happy that he was not trapped halfway.

There is a part of the caravan that goes into the city to report the news, and there are people from the Gu family at the gate of the city to meet the caravan, and the rest of the work of ordering goods into the warehouse is thrown to the Buddha slave to operate, and the wind spirit ignores it and goes back to Anpingfang to wash and rest without mentioning.