No one?

What the hell is this homonym.

Zhao Hanjing suddenly understood, no wonder the surname Feng could get mixed up enough to write a letter to her with paper money, and told him that she didn't treat herself as a living person - if he didn't think about it, her name implied that "there is no such person in the world", since there is "no such person", then what is there to taboo.

He couldn't help but begin to wonder in his mind, slowly drawing a shadow: if her double soul disease was really cured, or before she hit her head...... Feng Ayan and Feng Yan, the main side and the secondary side, are combined into a complete Mei Qiyi, so what kind of person should it be?

is neither as scoundrel as Feng Ayan, nor as scary as Feng Yan; Cover a collared four-fold moire regimental collar robe, tighten the silver leather belt at the waist, and hang a goose feather knife with a shark skin sheath on the leather belt...... Such a capable martial artist with broad shoulders and narrow waist, with a handsome face and a solemn appearance, when he walked through the street on a horse, he didn't know what he caught a glimpse of halfway, so he opened a lazy smile, as if the spring breeze had crossed the ice for thousands of years, and it was indescribable......

It's a headache to say.

The surname Feng has lived until now, and he has not been stoned to death by the handkerchief of the eldest girl's purse and little daughter-in-law, which is really a miracle.

And Feng Ayan was still seriously explaining to him: "The plum of plum blossoms, among them, the flickering of the plum - I still have a word, which was given to me by the elder, let me tell you?" ”

Xiao Langzhong didn't know which side he should go to, his head was dizzy, his arms were also painful, and he felt tired when he saw Feng Ayan's smiling face, and he drooped his head coyly: "If it has nothing to do with the condition, you don't need to tell me, I'm afraid that if I listen too much, it will be easy to save my life." ”

What kind of gamble is this...... Feng Ayan saw that he was tired, with a white face that was sallow and yellow, but his cheeks were bright red, so he was worried about whether he had a lung disease, and only after touching the pulse did he let go, and helped Xiao Langzhong to lie back on the mattress: "You can't trust me like this?" Come, bowl for me. ”

"It's not that I can't trust you, I can't trust that Feng Yan." Zhao Hanjing handed the bowl to Feng Ayan, curled up comfortably in the quilt, sniffed, and complained to her angrily, "What she says doesn't count, she backtracks!" It's not reasonable! Anyway, as soon as she comes out, it won't be a good thing. ”

He said it well, for Xiao Zhao Langzhong, it was nothing good as soon as Feng Yan appeared. Feng Ayan put the bowl on the kang table and tested the temperature of his forehead, but it was still hot. She was thinking about what other methods to reduce fever she hadn't used, and suddenly her heart trembled - the worst situation was not that Xiao Zhao Langzhong was infected with lung disease, but when she woke up next time, maybe he would have cooled down, maybe Feng Yan had already disposed of his body, and she wouldn't have a chance to ......

The mind is in turmoil.

No, that's not going to work.

Emotions were inexplicably surging, she pressed the little fear in her heart, maintained a flirtatious smile, pretended that nothing would happen, leaned over and asked him, "Hey, are you hungry?" Still craving meat? ”

Seeing that she seemed to be going out, he sighed, and tried to get up with his other hand, but he got up too quickly, and there was no strength in his arm, and he fell back into the bed: "You wait, don't bother, it's hard to recuperate for most of the day, you move again, don't open the wound again." ”

It is a small matter to open a wound, but it is a big thing to starve a person. Feng Ayan didn't listen to his advice, just neatly put on her coat, put on a leather belt, and looked back at him with a smile: "Just say, do you want to eat it?" ”

He hesitated for a moment, but finally obeyed the appetite that was cried out in his heart: "Yes." ”

"That's it." If it is the last meal, you must always show him some meat, and you must not go hungry on the road; If not, then you should also take care of it, so that the disease will get better quickly. She turned her back to Xiao Zhao Langzhong, sighed silently, and when she turned around, she still looked like she was smiling, and thoughtfully helped him tuck the quilt corners, "I'll go out and come back immediately, you can lie in the house with peace of mind, and let's eat meat when you come back." ”

Ah Yan didn't bother him, the sun had just turned to the other side of the mountain, and his pillow was not hot yet, so she brought back two rice chickens, which were the same thing that had been called for half the night by "Bitter Wow, Wow, Wow". Feng Ayan's cooking skills, as she herself said, in addition to boiling in water, she can only bake, but it is this simplest cooking method that can show a person's talent.

Although the seasoning is only salt and a handful of wild onions, this pot of mushroom chicken soup is still so fresh that Zhao Hanjing smacks his tongue.

He had to think of a way to coax Ah Yan, and it was best that she would be responsible for cooking in the future, so that he could say goodbye to the salted fish, preserved fish, and air-dried fish.

It's just that he has to go out hunting with injuries, and he is a little weak-hearted.

After dinner, he helped her change new bandages and dressings, and confirmed that the wound was healing well, and Xiao Zhao Langzhong's little weakness slowly dissipated. The medicine on his arm was only changed in the afternoon, but Feng Ayan still insisted on helping him apply the medicine again; Xiao Langzhong couldn't resist her, so he had to obediently stretch out his arm and laugh at her for being too nervous, but she didn't know that this was just an excuse made by the surnamed Feng to confirm the burn scar.

After washing, coax Xiaolang to rest first, Feng Ayan only wrote three words on the paper this time, and then extinguished the oil lamp.

Jingnan Mountain is very quiet, not the silence of death, but the kind of deep that only hears the birdsong of the wind forest and does not ask the voice of chickens and dogs. She couldn't sleep, so she quietly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Zhao Hanjing. Last night it had rained so hard that the sky had cleared completely, and the moonlight fell into the house clearly, illuminating half of the room and half of his face.

Xiao Langzhong had already slept soundly, lying on his side, with a calm expression, and he should not have any more nightmares. She silently held out her fingers, trying to trace the line between light and dark...... When her fingertips touched the warm skin, Feng Ayan suddenly woke up - she suddenly realized that her behavior was too out of line, and she had to withdraw her hand, simply turned over, turned her back to the person and closed her eyes, and no longer dared to look at the face as clear as the moonlight.

Good luck he didn't wake up, she thought......

It's a pity he didn't wake up.

After a dreamless night, when Zhao Langzhong crawled out of the bed, he only felt refreshed, as if he had recovered more than half of his illness. It's strange, even if I sleep fairly comfortably, I still have to dream of a few scenes that I can't remember clearly, all of which are bloody, and I have to lie down for a while to recover...... And I didn't even dream last night?

He glanced across the kang table, where the man surnamed Feng had already woken up and was flipping through the pages. There was no expression on her face, and she sat upright, with her saber lying horizontally on her knees, like a statue of a judge in the City God Temple, and Ah Yan's casual and lazy appearance was like two people.

Zhao Hanjing felt that he probably knew the answer: in fact, it was because Feng Yan was too fierce, and the wicked could ward off evil spirits.

And on that yellow sheet of paper, there are actually only three words. Feng Yan stroked the bead inlaid on the head of the knife, chewing the word "Queo" repeatedly, until Zhao Hanjing timidly called her several times, and then pulled her mind back.

Although she only left a word, did not express her position, and was not an order, Feng Ayan left the most fatal problem to her. However, even if it was Feng Yan, if she had to execute this Lang Zhong, then she would feel pity. Feng Yan looked at Zhao Hanjing, and the latter was also looking at her, his eyes were clear and transparent, and he didn't know that he might lose his life soon.

Since Feng Ayan proposed the option, if she had to choose, of course, it would be done neatly.

Zhao Hanjing saw the surnamed Feng put down the paper, and instead stared at him suspiciously, and suddenly a creepy feeling rose up on his back. He just wanted to ask her what was wrong, but before the words could be spoken, it was too late to say it, Feng Yan raised his hand and grabbed his whole person. In a hurry, Zhao Langzhong could only protect his injured left arm and fell on her knee in embarrassment.

She, she, what is she going to do to him?

Then the hem of the garment was lifted, and the fabric was pushed down to the shoulder, revealing a large thin, smooth back, with ribs cut at the roots. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted, he was lying in someone's arms in disheveled clothes, and when he blushed and wanted to get up, he saw Feng Yan pick up the knife.

“！” He was so shocked that his knees were weak, and he subconsciously pulled the belt of her clothes hanging from her waist, and said in a trembling voice, "Feng, Feng Yan? ”

Zhao Hanjing's voice seemed to have a crying tone, but Feng Yan didn't hear it, holding Xiao Langzhong's shoulder and neck with one hand, holding the knife with the other, pressing the scabbard on his lower back, concentrating on finding the curse mark. Xiao Langzhong couldn't use his strength, so he could only kick his legs and flutter. She finally found a shadowy figure on his back, but she couldn't see it very really, and she couldn't help but get irritable in her heart, while carefully identifying it, she tried to comfort Zhao Langzhong, who was constantly struggling: "It's okay, yesterday you had a fever and made too much trouble, I started a little hard, just see if there are any bruises." ”

If you're real, then you'll be fine.

Who are you fooling, can you use a knife to check your injuries? It's not that I'm bitten by a poisonous snake, I have to pick out the wound to open the blood! It's as if you're not serious right now! Although his throat was now full of roars, under the sharp blade, Zhao Hanjing had to admit it, and could only obediently let him fiddle. If she must die, just ask her to simply twist his neck bone neatly, and don't cut it on his waist.

It took a long time to lose my breath, it hurt too much.

But if the surnamed Feng really planned to give him a good time, why bother to do it, and directly start while he was asleep, wouldn't it be much easier...... Xiao Langzhong closed his eyes tightly, as if he saw the tragic end of his blood and intestines flowing all over the ground, severe pain and not being able to die quickly, but he could only pretend to believe her nonsense, and asked her with a trembling voice: "...... Is it green? ”

Feng Yan did not answer.

From the point of view of appearance, the Querc is just a black-gray spar, and it can't even polish the cat's eye luster of the fine spar, but it is indeed a jewel of luxury, but its light is not perceptible to the human eye. Under the reflection of the squirrel, a curse mark appeared on Zhao Hanjing's emaciated back, which was the one that Mr. He asked her to memorize. Zhao Langzhong didn't have to die, she finally found Mr. He's little apprentice, at this moment, Feng Yan actually had a sense of happiness in his heart called thank God, and he was rarely excited.

She was silent, but the force of holding him became heavier and heavier, not to mention the flesh, and even the shoulder blades were pressed to the ground and ached. Zhao Hanjing was completely panicked, only feeling that Feng Yan didn't even bother to deceive him this time, he must have torn his face and was going to do something to him. The bright red scenes in those dreams were intertwined, as if there was a knife cutting him now, Zhao Langzhong could no longer care about pretending to be obedient, and instinctively struggled endlessly, grabbing the corner of her clothes and shouting "spare your life", so nervous that she spasmed.

The violent stress reaction of the person in her arms brought Feng Yan back to her senses, but she was at a loss and didn't know how to calm him down. If it was when she couldn't confirm his identity before, she could still deal with it calmly, but now that she knows who he is, she is afraid - if she were Feng Ayan.

If she has a way to become Feng Ayan-