Feiyan got this, and took a strand of Uncle Ling's hair, and then a strand of his own.

Lowered his head and carefully twisted and braided the two strands of hair......

There is a subtle itching sensation on the scalp, and the smell of breath is heard. His expression slowly softened as water as she moved.

Then, she picked up the scissors in the car and cut off the braided hair with a click.

"Knot the hair and the pillow seat...... Huangquan is a friend. She murmured softly, wrapped the combined hair in a handkerchief, and handed it to him.

Raising his eyes, he collided with his gentle gaze.

He took it.

I held it in my hand for a moment, and then I took it in my arms so preciously.

She laughed, but she laughed bitterly, but it was a drama again, did he take it seriously?

She feigned shyness and glanced away, only to see that the curtain of the carriage was still silver.

The last time I rode with him, I was to kill him. This time ride with him...... Still to kill him.

He embraced her from behind and was satisfied.

*****

Yunmeng Mountain.

Uncle Ling and his entourage rested at the inn at the foot of the mountain.

She was picked up from the carriage by her uncle Ling.

The entourage and others didn't make a fuss, but the people inside and outside the inn saw this and started talking.

"This year, it's really bad for Zhou Liyou......"

Feiyan's legs had recovered, but she naturally couldn't let her uncle Ling know.

She couldn't stand the gaze of those people, and buried her face in her uncle's arms.

"There is only the innermost room left in the upper room today, and the small one will take the guest officer there." The little guy in the inn saw that there was a lot of people in front of him, and he didn't dare to slack off.

"Hmm." Uncle Ling responded, and walked away with Feiyan as if no one was around, and his eyes fell on the young guy.

"Listen to your accent, you're not a local, are you?" Uncle Ling asked.

The little guy was stunned, grinning, and a little childish.

"When I was young, I stayed with my father in Rao'an for a few years."

"Rao An......" Uncle Ling smiled lightly at the flying smoke in his arms, "It's close to Yan Kingdom." ”

Feiyan's eyes sank, and he bit his lip secretly, but didn't say anything.

In the room.

He placed her on a chair upholstered with gold wire, and closed the window facing her.

The cool breeze was gone, and she sat very comfortably.

The little maid saw it before leaving, and came up from downstairs again after a while.

At the door, he said: "It's still a little cold in the mountains, and the little one saw that the girl's legs and feet were inconvenient, so she must not be able to bear the cold, so I took a blanket for the girl." ”

Feiyan smiled with gratitude to the little guy, and after the next person took it, he gave Uncle Ling a look before covering Feiyan.

The moment her eyes fell on the thin blanket, her smile was fixed on her face.

On this thin wool blanket, there is a faint pattern of poppies.

Poppy is a kind of flower that is common in Yan Kingdom, and it is domineering.

Where it grows, no other flowers or plants can live. Therefore, it is often used as a symbol of death.

The message that the little guy wanted to convey to her was obvious.

Look at this inn again.

From the geographical point of view, it is the only way for Gongshuling to go to Yunmeng Mountain.

The eldest sister said that on the way, there will be her own people to help her.

Fear...... This is the place to do it!

"This king has been for you thousands of times, and I haven't seen you smile back."

Uncle Ling suddenly spoke, startling Feiyan in contemplation.

She withdrew her nervous look, and with a turn of her eyes, she saw Uncle Ling sitting in front of the bookcase and watching her quietly.

"So?" As she spoke, a smile appeared on her cheeks, and she was already familiar with the matter of cheating Uncle Ling.

"No......" he waved his finger, a threat in his eyes. You weren't laughing like that just now. ”