Nian Ji shook her sulking for a day, and just as she was a little sleepy, she caught a glimpse of a white figure on her bed.

"Eh, steamed buns. Aren't you in space, when did you come out? ”

The steamed bun didn't dare to look directly into Nian Ji's shaking eyes.

Covering his mouth with his little paws, he pretended to yawn twice.

Then his eyes narrowed and narrowed, and his little head kept nodding, and he looked like he was going to fall asleep in the next second.

Nian Ji shook the steamed bun and threw it at the end of the bed: "I'm too lazy to care about you, just don't lose it!" ”

I can't figure it out right now.

At night, Nian Ji is unstable in her sleep, and she will always dream of some pictures in recent days, she is noble and cold in her dreams, and she has the profound spiritual power of turning her hands for clouds and covering her hands for rain.

Standing beside her was the gentle and considerate Duan Chen.

No, even in a dream, Nian Ji Yao knows him, he is Feng Ye, Feng Ye who once appeared in a dream.

He was dressed in a golden dragon robe, and the combination of domineering and gentleness in looking at her made her feel very strange.

In the dream, there was Mo Heng, Mo Heng was dressed in a black brocade robe, wrapped with gold threads, and there was no side ornament, such a simple dress was worn on him, even if he was seriously injured, he simply suppressed the momentum of the man standing beside her.

The picture flashed quickly, and when Nian Ji Shao wanted to capture it, there was no trace.

slept until almost dawn, Nian Ji shook and wanted to pull the quilt, but he didn't expect to pull it no matter how he pulled it.

Looking at the end of the bed with his arms propped up, the fat steamed buns were pressed against the quilt, and the one sleeping was called a fragrant, and the nostrils were bubbling.

"So heavy, so fat. Steamed buns up, you cultivate with me now. Exercise more, otherwise you won't be able to pick up your mother in the future. ”

Mantou opened one eye, quickly closed it again, turned over and shook his butt at Nian Ji and continued to sleep.

Master, the steamed buns are too tired, running around day and night, let the steamed buns sleep for a while.

"Hey, no wonder you're so fat."

Steamed buns are really wronged, master, I sleep is cultivation, don't dislike me for being fat.

After Nian Ji finished cultivating, he opened the door and planned to go to the courtyard to sit, and the sun had just come out at this time.

The orange-yellow light, partially obscured by clouds, is a beautiful picture.

But after looking at it for a long time, my eyes were a little sore, and when I turned my head to look into the distance, I couldn't see the stars clearly.

At this moment, Mo Heng came from the corner of the corridor, wearing the clothes she had given him. Nian Ji Shao felt that Mo Heng seemed to be stepping on the morning light at this time.

She didn't know when she started, and her heart would beat faster when she saw Mo Heng.

She thought a lot last night, and what made her angry was not the untrue rumors outside, but Mo Heng's indifferent attitude.

She knew that unlike her feelings for Duan Chen in her previous life, she was really tempted by Mo Heng.

Because the heart is beating, the heart aches.

When he got closer, he found that Mo Heng was wearing morning dew: "Have you seen the steamed buns?" I followed him back to the yard yesterday, but I didn't look at it this morning. ”

The light in Nian Ji's eyes gradually faded.

It turned out that he was here to find steamed buns.

She thought that Mo Heng had come to her so early.

"It sleeps in the house."

"Hmm, okay!" Mo Heng answered, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Mo Heng ......," Nian Ji shook to stop him, "You are ready to prepare, and we will set off the day after tomorrow." ”

Mo Heng was stunned, and he understood what she said.

"Okay."

He didn't even look back the whole time.

Don't be stupid, if he had you in his heart, he wouldn't let the rumors fly like this.

Before dawn, Nian Ji Shao and Mo Heng left the city. Went straight to the east, and heard that the secret place was on an island.

This day is the day of her slot.

It's just that her dearest relatives are not there, the eldest brother went to Feiyun Palace, and her father went to find her mother and has not returned.

Without parents and an eldest brother, this day means nothing to her.

This woman, who was silent and hurried for a day, did not shout tired.

Looking at this formation, I don't plan to stop.

"Rest in the town ahead tonight."

If she doesn't say it, then let him say it, Mo Heng can't figure it out, what's wrong with Nian Ji Shao.

Along the way, he talked to her and ignored her.

Entering the inn, I asked for two upper rooms, and Nian Ji shook her head and rushed into the room, but there was no movement.

"Xiao Er, call your boss."

Those who run the hall are very eye-catching, and the momentum around Mo Heng is not something that ordinary people have.

Without saying a word, he called the shopkeeper over.

"This son, are you looking for me?"

Mo Heng took out a silver ingot of ten taels from his bosom and said, "Today, my friend's birthday, can I borrow it from your kitchen." ”

The owner of the shop is a little embarrassed, although it is now past the time to eat, but if there are customers coming, the kitchen is occupied, and the impact is not good.

"It won't take long, and I only cook a bowl of longevity noodles." Mo Heng took out another ten taels of silver.

Twenty taels of silver, just for a bowl of longevity noodles.

It's a fool not to make money if you have money, the boss put away the twenty taels of silver, and his eyes were about to smile: "Childe, please." ”

The owner himself led the way.

"Childe, when I look at you, I know that you are not an ordinary person, I am afraid that you have never been in the kitchen. If I ask the cook to help, I have a cook here who is the best at longevity noodles. ”

"No, you don't."

The boss looked at Mo Heng's face and shut up.

Mo Heng entered the kitchen for the first time and stood there for a long time, not knowing what to do.

The cook in the back couldn't stand it, and reminded in a low voice: "This son, make noodles first." That's not it, right this bag, pour the flour into a basin and use cold water...... Eh Gongzi water don't get so much. ”

Mo Heng stood outside the door of Nian Ji with a bowl of longevity noodles, and it was already an hour later.