Nalan Jinxiu watched the closer the one person and one chicken got closer, and almost didn't wave the flag and shout. Long Yi stopped one step away from the fat chicken, pounced forward with the force under his feet, and hugged the fat chicken into his arms.

When Nalan Jinxiu saw that he had caught a chicken, he was overjoyed, leaned over, and said triumphantly: "Now you haven't run away, I'll make you a flower chicken in a while!"

The chicken seemed to understand her and flapped its wings desperately. Frightened, she hurriedly hid back, but fortunately, Long Yi re-buckled it, and the chicken couldn't move even if she was unwilling.

"Cousin Ye, do you have any silver with you?"

Ji Hongye glanced at her lightly, and then gestured to Long Yi with his eyes, Long Yi opened one hand and took a silver ingot out of his purse.

Nalan Jinxiu looked at the silver and said, "Isn't there any broken silver?"

Long Yi shook her head, she sighed and put the silver on the threshold, and said, "This silver can buy the chickens in this yard, and your master has not raised you in vain." ”

This time, even Long Yi's eyes when he looked at her changed, Xu Jinsheng was arrogant in the past, and the things he used were always the best, when did he have a concept of gold and silver?

After coming out of that house, Nalan Jinxiu casually found a vacant land near the river, and then began to call Long Yi. One time to deal with chickens, one moment with mud, and one moment to make a fire, she said to take people to eat, but she started to be the shopkeeper.

Ji Hongye didn't speak, his expression was still faint, and he couldn't see his joy or anger. Long Yi knew that this was a rare time for his master to relax, so he willingly let others call him.

Taking advantage of Long Yi's spare time to work, Nalan Jinxiu went to pick two lotus leaves nearby, and some medicinal herbs that could be seasoned and came back. Smear the chicken, then wrap it in lotus leaves, paste yellow mud on the outside, and bury it in the fire.

"Your approach is novel, but I don't know if you can roast it?" Long Yi was summoned by her, but he was closer to her and had no defense.

"Of course it can be cooked, and you can eat it when you wait for a stick of incense, for the sake of your hard work, the chicken will be half cooked and you will be divided." She said with a smile on her face.

Xu Jinsheng's facial features are already exquisite, and this smile is even brighter. No matter how calm Long Yi was, he was only a seventeen-year-old boy, and he only thought that she smiled beautifully, and looked at her dementedly. Until he met his master's eyes, he didn't dare to look at it again.

Nalan Jinxiu went to the river to wash her hands, and Ji Hongye followed behind her, silent, only watching the mud gradually fade from her slender snow-white fingers, revealing white jade-like skin.

"Cousin Ye, do you want to wash it too, we'll eat it with our hands in a while." ”

"By hand?"

He should have never experienced how to eat without utensils in his life! Nalan Jinxiu felt a little funny: "In this wilderness, no one knows our identity, fill your stomach first and then manage your manners." ”

Ji Hongye listened to her words, and he didn't know how to refute it. Thinking that although he was a fourth-grade official of the imperial court, he had never exiled himself for a moment, so he simply let her mess around.

When the chicken was dug out of the fire, Nalan Jinxiu touched it, but it was scalded. Ji Hongye, who has always been steady, looked at her a little embarrassed, laughed out loud, and his eyes fell on her white and tender little hands, how could such a pair of hands not be afraid of being hot?

Nalan Jinxiu blew his burned hand and glanced at him, and the other party's usually warm eyes were piled with more curious smiles. She gently cracked the soil with a wooden stick, and the cooked mud broke up as soon as she knocked it, and then exhaled to peel off the lotus leaves, revealing the golden chicken, which was steaming slowly, and the air was suddenly fragrant.

"It smells so good. She lowered her head and sniffed, divided half of it to Long Yi and the coachman, and gave the other half to Ji Hongye, and only took two chicken wings for herself.

Ji Hongye rarely speaks, and he doesn't say a word during the meal, and Long Yi, as a subordinate, doesn't dare to speak in front of the master, and the air is silent.

Nalan Jinxiu was eating chicken wings, and suddenly thought of the past, and thought of Zong Xuanyi, who made her a flower chicken for the first time. She was fourteen years old at the time, and she already knew that she would marry him the next year, so she became more and more dependent on him.

What he was like at that time, she can't remember it clearly after a long time, but she remembers that he didn't talk much at that time, and his temperament was very gentle. Or maybe his indifference has made her cold, so she can no longer remember his original goodness.

Controlling her trembling hand, she bit the chicken wings lightly, but her eyes were still moist, and she buried her head to prevent herself from revealing any more emotions. Some people, some things, even after the past, are still engraved in people's hearts, either sweet or painful.

Ji Hongye glanced at her lightly, squinted his eyes keenly, the smile faded, and a trace of change inadvertently passed in his heart. His intuition told him that she seemed to have more stories than before.

On the way back, Nalan Jinxiu kept leaning against the window of the carriage, seemingly lifting the curtain to look at the scenery, but in fact she was distracted.

Ji Hongye saw that her fingers holding the curtain were white, and her knuckles were white, which showed that her heart was not as calm as it looked on the outside. It's just that he still hasn't said anything, because her mind is not within his control.

When he arrived at the Ji Mansion, Nalan Jinxiu began to copy the scriptures again until late at night, sent the waiters to rest, and lay down on the desk himself, copying stroke by stroke.

When she was sleepy, she opened the window, and the cold wind in the middle of the night hit her, which made her wake up suddenly. She thought that she would be able to finish copying it in two more days, but her heart was relieved, but her eyes gradually blurred, and she wanted to sleep.

She was about to get up and ask Jixiang to make her a cup of tea to refresh herself, but she barely stood up but felt that the world was spinning, and her feet were like stepping on cotton, so she could only lie on the kang and take a nap.

When Ji Hongye came over after breakfast, Nalan Jinxiu slept on the kang with a small thin quilt, and he put a few books he brought to her on the case, picked up the pen, and prepared to copy some for her.

Inadvertently, I saw a strange flush on her cheeks, frowned, and my intuition was not right, so I reached out and tested the temperature of her forehead. I was shocked when I tried it, the temperature was very high, obviously I had a fever, and I said in a low voice: "Cousin, you have a fever, get up quickly, I'll go find your girl." ”

Nalan Jinxiu was already burned, but he still knew that the person who came was Ji Hongye, and whispered: "Third brother, don't make noise, let me sleep for a while, I seem to be sick and have a headache......"

Ji Hongye was stunned, she used to call him that, but most of the time it was to get close to him, and he was a little disgusted. Now, when she calls him like this, it makes his heart move slightly, and he only feels close.