There is a sentence that Uncle Wang said very right, even if he is a spirit, he is more benevolent and righteous than Zhang Shaoxing. I'd rather be cold than reluctant to wear the clothes she made, for fear that someone in Zhangfu would hurt her, so she squatted outside the cold kiln as an icicle in the middle of the night!

"Well... See... Is it? Shang Moyun stretched out his hands and turned around slightly. He just stood quietly like this, waiting for Su Qianruo's evaluation.

His eyes were faintly expectant, mixed with a little cramped and uneasy.

The long hair is dyed like ink, the green clothes are heavy mountains, the body is dignified, and the appearance is dignified. A pair of eyes are clear and pure, and the two curved eyebrows are like paint. The chest is broad, and there is the majesty of ten thousand invincibles.

Su Qianruo was stunned, this monster was born to be good-looking!

Seeing that Su Qianruo was silent, Shang Moyun hesitantly picked up his robe, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he quickly lowered his head to hide it.

"No...... Okay..."Shang Moyun's voice was cold, suppressing something.

"Beautiful!" Su Qianruo came back to his senses and chuckled, "It's beautiful!" I'm just, just I've never seen a man so good-looking. So I was dumbfounded. If other women see it, they will snatch you home and hide it. ”

There seemed to be a fire in Shang Moyun's eyes, which instantly lit up his face. He carefully distinguished every minute of light in Su Qianruo's eyes, and finally hooked the corners of his lips and smiled.

When he laughed, he showed his snow-white teeth, and Su Qianruo couldn't help but feel a little trembling when he looked at his face that was becoming more dazzling because of this smile.

Su Qianruo dodged and looked away, this face was so bad, she couldn't keep her heart after all, and he knocked on the door of her heart.

Beauty is confusing, and so is men.

Shang Moyun bent the corners of her lips proudly, suddenly stretched out her hand, gently supported her face, let her look at herself, and then said solemnly: "Husband... Business, wife... Sue. No... To give... She... Person... Rob. ”

He looked like a child learning to speak, but Su Qianruo completely understood what he meant. What does he mean by that? Is it to her?

When you are a husband and wife, you will show her alone...... If you are not a husband and wife, do you plan to snatch it away from others?

"You can't even speak, I don't understand!" Su Qianruo shyly refused, "Wait until you learn human language." Can't communicate, and struggle to get along. ”

"Desire...... Want to refuse...... Still...... Greet. Shang Moyun looked at her fixedly, and spit out five big words between his lips.

Shang Moyun ...... Who taught you?! Su Qianruo was already annoyed.

said that he couldn't speak human words, and now he actually used allusions to shame her.

"The king... Hair... Hair. Shang Moyun's eyes rolled, his brilliance flashed, and his eyes were a little strange. Wang Maomao, I'm sorry, I'll lend you to block it.

Su Qianruo really clenched his fists and spread them out, and sat back to the embroidery basket angrily and sulked.

"Hungry... Face. Shang Moyun spoke weakly, but his eyes glanced at the pot on the stove.

Su Qianruo is a simple woman after all, and there is no doubt that he has a way to end the noodles, until Shang Moyun picked the noodles and sucked them one by one, she reacted and said in surprise: "Aren't you only drinking water?" ”

Shang Moyun protected the noodle bowl and quickly sucked the noodles. After sucking it up, drink the soup and water until there is not a drop left. Only then did he raise his head and say, "Noodles... Fragrant. ”

It was indeed a spirit.

I haven't learned all the words, but I have learned to make sycophants? However, Su Qianruo at this time did not realize the cunning of this person.

No matter how poor Su Qianruo is, she is also from everyone, how delicious this kitchen is. No one believes anyone, does it? But Shang Moyun is a spirit in her mind, a spirit who doesn't understand people and doesn't know people's words.

Such a spirit, the recognition of her, made her herself have a new understanding of her cooking skills.

She didn't think it was delicious, at best it wasn't unpalatable. Even Wang Maoer never eats in the cold kiln. Perhaps, is it the taste of the spirit that is different from mortals?

The year is to be kept until dawn. It's just that I don't know how this year, but with a source of warmth around me, I get more sleepy. This source of warmth is mobile, it can block the wind and shade the light, and the cold kiln is no longer deserted.

So Su Qianruo held his eyelids and didn't hold on for a while, and fell asleep behind this big wall. A slight thud was heard behind him, and someone fell to the ground.

Shang Moyun, who had been burying his head with his back to Su Qianruo and kept rubbing his hands, hurriedly turned his head happily, threw a small grass in his hand that was rubbed to the ground like a blue line, and then stretched out his big hand and dragged Su Qianruo directly into his arms.

Call...... It's so soft... It's so comfortable. My heart is also full.

Finally, I can hug her again. It's really hard to endure, well, these human tricks are still quite effective. In the future, you can learn more and make more efforts.

Shang Moyun stepped the grass into the muddy ground with his foot, and then picked up some ash and covered it.

But what does it mean that when the breeze and jade dew meet, win countless people in the world and the king is not early from now on?

What could be happier than holding it?

Or, like a kiss? Try?

But what if it is discovered?

The mouth will be swollen, and it will be swollen from the bite last time.

No way... Pay for one's whistle. Bear with me, spirits can live for many years anyway. He had time to spend with her......

Speechless all night, the rest of the rest of the clinging to each other. This situation can be waited, and I was confused at the time.

Thirty-one is the first day of the new year, a new year. Su Qianruo is sixteen. If Mrs. Su was still there, I am afraid that she would have been given a dowry a long time ago.

But if he wants to marry this spirit, does he know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade? Last time, just a ferry breath bit her to the corner of her lip and bleed.

Ah, what are you thinking? Su Qianruo, how can you think so long-term.

Stop...

I woke up early in the morning and found myself cowered in his arms!

He looked at himself innocently, was it because he was afraid of shrinking into his arms? Maybe it's because I've always been afraid of the cold, and in the cold kiln, I have to burn a few stoves in the corners and corners to warm up. Yesterday, because I was angry with the spirit, I forgot to change the charcoal, thinking that it was the cold at night, so I leaned into the warm place.

Shang Moyun is a person who knows how to be content, and only by flowing a long stream can he drip through the stone mountain. There were many solid carapaces in her heart, and he had to grind them slowly. So on the morning of the first day of the new year, he shook his hand and went back to Wang Maoer's house to help rub the dumplings.

Yu Niang is the Lantern Festival powder ground out with a stone mill, which is fine and glutinous, not sticky when kneaded, but extremely smooth to eat. After Shang Moyun slipped back to Wang's house, he asked him to sprinkle his partial kneading dough; Tell him to bring a sugar filler, and he handed him a salt shaker. Yu Niang saw that he was not in the horse, but asked the spirit: "What's wrong?" But what's not comfortable? ”

Where can a spirit man be uncomfortable? All over his body, even his hair and beard were so comfortable that they were about to bubble.

He shook his head silently, and Yu Niang was not surprised.

This spirit, except for the person who will say a few words to Su Qianruo, the rest of the people love to ignore it.