(Girls' Literature)

Yang Moyun suddenly fell silent when he saw Xiao Mo'er. Hurriedly asked, "Mo'er." What happened to you. ”

"Ugh. Nothing. I suddenly remembered a person. Hehe. Xiao Mo'er's smile made people feel a little sad.

Yang Moyun didn't ask any more. I'm afraid that asking will only add sadness.

"Okay. Let's try the laba porridge you made tonight. But why haven't I heard this story before? ”

Xiao Mo'er couldn't help but feel a little smug: "How do you know." Are you as knowledgeable as I am? Shh ”

I've been with Xiao Mo'er for a long time. Yang Moyun discovered. Xiao Moer is super narcissistic. The days go by. The more different Xiao Mo'er felt to him. I really don't know how Master Lin would cultivate such an unrestrained daughter. Girls' literature is updated as soon as possible

Afterwards. Xiao Mo'er went back to her room. Hide the money you win. I changed into light clothes and prepared to go to the kitchen to make laba porridge. In fact, this laba porridge has to be soaked in rice the day before. It's just Xiao Mo'er's headless guy. How could I have thought of it yesterday. So I can only prepare in advance now.

Let Yang Moyun boil a pot of boiling water first. Then the two of them rummaged through the kitchen and looked for rice for a while. But there are not so many of them. Only yellow rice, white rice, jiang rice, millet, red peach kernels, almonds, melon seeds, peanuts, pine nuts, and several kinds of beans, brown sugar, and white sugar were gathered. But that's all there is to it. Xiao Mo'er put the rice and beans in a bowl. Add hot water to soak. Girls' literature is updated for the first time, so that it is easier to cook when it is cooked at night.

"Do you see garlic here? Mo'er glanced at the kitchen. asked Yang Moyun.

"I think there are two strings hanging in the window over there. I'll take a look. Yang Moyun remembers seeing it. I still think about eating a few cloves when I eat dumplings on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Yes. Do you want to use it. Yang Moyun really found the two strings of garlic in front of the window.

"Hmm. Bring me some. Xiao Mo'er sniffed and sniffed in a few bottles of filling, looking for vinegar. Yang Moyun had already handed over a bunch of garlic.

"What are you looking for. ”

“。 ”

Yang Moyun glanced at the bottles. Took out one and sniffed: "That." This is the bottle. ”

Xiao Mo'er picked it up and sniffed it. Not really. Every time I use it for cooking, I have to distinguish it for a long time. Why is this Yang Moyun so far away. Smell it and you'll know it right away.

"How do you know it's this. ”

Yang Moyun smiled. Those who practice martial arts are inherently brighter than others. The nose is naturally more sensitive. But before he could explain. Xiao Mo'er smiled suddenly: "Oh oh." I know. You are of dogs. Hahahaha. ”

Yang Moyun is speechless. I don't explain it anymore. The long experience has known him. Let's let her laugh.

Xiao Mo'er triumphantly made a V-shaped gesture. The smug look is very low. In this place for two people. She made fun of Yang Moyun for fun. And often enjoy it. Yang Moyun also had no way to deal with her. It's good if she's happy.

Then the two of them moved a small bench. Sitting in the kitchen with garlic. Xiao Mo'er was still humming a song. It was a nursery rhyme taught to her by the Sixth Lady when she was a child. Not sure why. Every time I think of my mother. I think of the masked woman in white. That is, Luo'er's mother. It's just that the mother is no longer there. It's all in vain.

The two of them took a whole small bowl of garlic cloves. Then Moer put these garlic. It's all stuffed into a vinegar bottle.

“。 Yang Moyun looked like a curious baby. Look at Xiao Mo'er.

"Pickled garlic. Put it in today. It happened to be eaten on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve. It's delicious. Xiao Mo'er reminisced about the taste of laba garlic. I haven't eaten it for more than ten years.

"Oooh. Yang Moyun nodded confusedly. How come Mo'er doesn't know these things at all? It's not like a world of people.

Later, Xiao Mo'er boiled Laba porridge. Put on the sugar. The two of them had a sweet dinner.

Night. The moon hung high in the sky. Set against the snow-capped earth. The view is stunning. Two people meet in the yard to enjoy the snow. Xiao Mo'er was draped in a thick white fox fur. Stand in the silver snow. Girls' Literature

Because it's night. The hair was not pulled up. Bundled up from the side. Hangs down to the side of the head. Because the temperature is a little low. The face of the unpowdered del was frozen red and fluttered. Big eyes are black and shiny. Eyelashes are naturally raised. It's like two small fans. Yang Moyun stood beside her. I was stunned. Is this a woman on earth? It's so unreal.

At this time, Xiao Mo'er was not as gorgeous and dazzling as she was wrapped in the prince's mansion. Not as haggard and pitiful as in the Valley of the Magic Mirrors. Now she looks like the real her. Casual, unrestrained and a bit lazy. Not contrived in the slightest. But Yang Moyun always felt that she would disappear when she looked at such a little Mo'er. Girls' literature is uneasy in their hearts.

"Mo'er. Yang Moyun let out a selfless call.

Xiao Mo'er turned her head suddenly. Bloom with a clean smile. Answered softly.

"Where the hell are you from? "It's unreal. Like a fairy in the sky.

It's just that Yang Moyun only said the first half of the sentence. But it frightened Xiao Mo'er. Did he know something? I know that I came through time. looked at Yang Moyun in surprise. I want to see something in his eyes. Unexpectedly, Yang Moyun opened his eyes. Look at the soft moon. He looked a little intoxicated.

"Mo'er. Do you know. You are like the moonlight sprinkled on this snow. You. It's really beautiful. Yang Moyun praised a woman for the first time. But it's from the heart. At this time, the words of praise are particularly natural and beautiful.

Xiao Mo'er understood what he meant. The flushed cheeks were even more intoxicating. She is usually very narcissistic, and she actually lowered her head a little shyly.

Yang Moyun walked in front of her gently. Pick up a strand of hair that is a little messy by the wind. Carefully smooth it behind her ear. It is as careful and gentle as caring for a piece of crystal. looked at Xiao Mo'er's face red from shyness. It's hard to put into words what you like. The fingers of his right hand gently hooked Mo'er's chin. I attached warm lips.

Xiao Mo'er's brain suddenly went blank. The women's literary breath is about to stagnate. And Yang Moyun didn't give her the slightest respite. His left hand wrapped around Xiao Mo'er's slender waist and imprisoned her tightly in his arms. When Xiao Mo'er was in a daze. The long tongue delicately picks up the tooth shells of the little foam. Flexibly found the lilac. Excited to play with it. The two hot lips fit tightly together. The more you kiss, the deeper you go. In the icy cold night. Two hot bodies. The snow is about to melt here.

When Xiao Mo'er was finally about to suffocate. Yang Moyun reluctantly let go of her. Let her gulp in the cool air. Gradually, the brain regained consciousness. They just kissed again. When she realized. The girl's literary face burned red again. He touched his red and swollen lips with his hand. Not by YY. I was out of the wall again. It's already been once. And last time, he was caught by Feng Xiye. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but look around. After making sure that Feng Xiye was not there, he exhaled deeply. Like a child who has done something wrong, he is annoyed in his heart.

After returning to the Prince's Mansion last time, Feng Xiye didn't bother her much. It's just that she "forgot" the time when she was poisoned. It hurt her completely. That time, Duo Yinyin's matter was settled with Feng Xiye's help. How can I be sorry for him? There was a wounded look in his eyes that he had seen in that day's dream. She was overwhelmed.

And Yang Moyun, who was ignored, kept staring at the little woman he had just kissed affectionately. From her shyness. to nervousness. And then to chagrin. He's been paying attention. He didn't know why there was such a colorful expression on this little face. But in the end, one thing is certain. She doesn't seem to like her own kisses. This made Yang Moyun feel a big blow. Why. Is it because of the crown prince? Could it be that after so many days of getting along, this woman still didn't fall in love with herself.

Xiao Mo'er didn't know what Yang Moyun was thinking. He walked back to his bedroom like a lost soul. Lock the door. Wrap yourself tightly in the quilt. Over and over again, I struggled with myself.

Yang Moyun, who was ignored, stood in the snow. Studied but cannot comprehend. I don't know when a few dark clouds drifted in the sky. Obscuring the soft moonlight. It was pitch black everywhere. Only the wind was still playing. Not for a while. Snowflakes fell. Yang Moyun just stood. Let the snowflakes fall on you. Let the cold wind sweep across his bare cheeks. He didn't have a fox fur. For the first time in so many years, I felt cold. Cold from the heart outward. It's as if the heat didn't exist so long ago.

It snowed all night. It's dawn. The snow also stopped. Xiao Mo'er rolled over. Got out of bed. Clothed. I want to go to the kitchen to get water and wash up. As soon as the door opens. saw Yang Moyun standing in the courtyard like a snowman. All over his body was white snow. Snow also fell on the eyebrows and hair. Didn't melt.

"What are you doing? Stood here all night. You don't want to die. Xiao Mo'er panicked and threw the copper basin in her hand. Use a face towel to brush away the snowflakes on Yang Moyun's face and body. Shouted angrily. I struggled all night. Unexpectedly, Yang Moyun abused himself in the snow all night. He's abusive. But he's abusing her heart.

Yang Moyun slowly moved his somewhat stiff body. Look at Xiao Mo'er's nervous face. Feel like your night was worth it. At least I know that Mo'er will be nervous. Worry about yourself. It's all worth it. A pale smile was revealed. Gorgeously fainted in the snow.

This frightened Mo'er. Anxious tears welled up in his eyes.

"Woooooooo What happened to you. Don't scare me. Wake up. ”

But Yang Moyun didn't wake up. Still sweet in the thick snow. Xiao Mo'er put a lot of effort into it. He was dragged back to his house. Take off his snow-covered coat and shoes for him. Wrap him tightly in a quilt.