Zhao Hanjing was a little confused about the development of this situation.

It didn't look like Feng Ayan was going to kill him, but there was still an indescribable horror on his back. This kind of cold and crispy horror seems to be targeted by something that eats people, and that thing is now entangled, because this man's bones are a little more fleshy and a little less, whether he should be steamed or braised.

"That, this...... A good girl, she doesn't have to be smiling, virtuous and wise. Xiao Langzhong held the bowl, while observing the change in her expression, he slowly rubbed it tentatively, and was ready to hide back to the wall at any time, "Look at you now, even if you are a little fierce, what's not good, right." ”

"Do you think it's good?" Feng Ayan raised her eyes to look at him, full of doubts.

Putting aside the messy delusions of being killed, Zhao Langzhong thought about it seriously for a while, and began to count the advantages of Feng Ayan in his eyes: "You have practiced kung fu very well, you can repair windows and doors, you can hunt, the porridge you cook is delicious, and you can also treat people!" You see, you're not good, you're good. ”

"Good?" She still wasn't convinced.

"Good, good, if you don't be so fierce, so good." Xiao Langzhong is like a cat trying to be coquettish with a stranger, and he rubs it all the way to her hand. Half of his limp body poked out of the bed, and his old clothes hung loosely on him, as if when he was first tailored, this man was not as thin as he is now.

Although the clothes were old, they were very clean, not the smell of ordinary soap, and she had found this smell of pancreatic soap in Xiaolangzhong's luggage, probably by himself; The right cuff is more worn than the left, but the left elbow is more worn...... He is indeed right-handed, but he is used to resting his left elbow on the table.

So it stands to reason that it was the left arm that was burned.

Feng Ayan's mind was full of confusion, and she was thinking for a while that unless this person has been specially trained and prepared a set of identities in advance, she can be so flawless, but from the perspective of bones, Zhao Hanjing is indeed only eighteen years old, and his acting skills are clumsy enough; After a while, I was thinking, yes, he is only eighteen years old, he doesn't need training at all, it's good to raise it according to the mold when he is a child, and he doesn't need acting skills - but the cost of raising people like this is huge, not to mention that it will consume three or four "scraps", and when there are more, there are more than a dozen and dozens of them, and they won't just use the expensive finished products for just one piece of information, right?

Wait a minute, how did she forget that important thing!

In addition to the feature of scalding scars, Mr. He also entrusted her with a treasure that can thoroughly verify the authenticity of "Zhao Hanjing".

It was a jewel, called the Crook, and it was set on the head of her saber for ease of carrying. As long as you find a reason, coax Xiao Langzhong to obediently expose his back, and take a photo with that squirrel, and you will be able to see it when you land. But although the orb can be used, when the matter comes, Feng Ayan does not dare to use it easily.

She was afraid that Xiao Zhao Langzhong would be fake, so she couldn't do it and couldn't close it.

"Okay, I'll try not to hurt you." This thought was only a few breaths, and it looked like she was reminiscing about Zhao Hanjing's words. Feng Ayan smiled and poked Xiaolang's cheeks again, "No one thought I was a good girl before, you were the first to say that." ”

"That's because they don't know you're a girl." Zhao Hanjing whispered for others to hold the grievances.

She pulled the quilt over and draped it over him: "My father, and ...... There is another elder who also knows. But they never treated me as a girl, they only raised me as an ordinary man, and no matter what I did or how I did, there was always only a difference between what was suitable and what was not. So you see, from the bottom of my heart, I think I'm good, and it's only you. ”

So she really can't be a killer, neither because he is still young, nor because he is innocent and cute because of his appearance, but because he is so special that if he kills him, there is no one in this world who says she is good.

Probably Feng Yan didn't need to care about this kind of thing.

"There will be more people who think you are good in the future." Isn't it very effective to encourage her at this time! Zhao Hanjing saw that he could indeed communicate with her very well, and couldn't help but get closer, "You're not seventy or eighty years old, right, there will be a long time in the future." ”

"How?" She glanced over and met a pair of sparkling eyes.

It's like a small pool of living water, clean and cool, and you can directly see the small blue-gray stones under the water, all of which are round and cute. This reminded Feng Ayan that when she was a child, there was always a small porcelain cup the size of a palm on her mother's desk, and the water had to be changed every day. There are no small goldfish, no small turtles, and no toad bones, only a few moist pebbles, and then three or two flowers in season.

On the Jingjiang side, although it is not as luxurious as Gyeonggi and Moling as pretty, there is also the custom of young men decorating flowers on their heads during the New Year's holidays. Xiaolang is young and clean, if he is a little fatter, he should look good wearing a flower.

I just hope that she does have this opportunity to see Zhao Hanjing wearing flowers in the New Year.

"yes, yes." Zhao Langzhong didn't know what Feng Ayan was thinking, but he could only vaguely notice that her mood suddenly improved, and she was a little depressed. He pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered that Feng Ayan said that after she was adopted, her stepfather changed her name again. But this name is not Feng Ayan, and it will not be Feng Ayan...... Wouldn't she have another name?

Whether it is Feng Yan or Feng Ayan, when they woke up for the first time, they directly reported Feng's name, and they didn't even call a child, which is likely to have three possibilities: first, she doesn't like that name, it is not included in her consideration, or she wants to abandon the life represented by that name deep down; Second, she has a second side, but the lucid condition is not triggered, so he hasn't seen it yet.

Third, that name involves very confidential things, and it can't be told to a strange man who has just met, so whether it is the main or secondary face, they habitually choose to report their former names, not their current names.

Zhao Hanjing estimated that according to the mysterious origin of the surname Feng, it is easier to slaughter a person than to kill a chicken, and the third is the most likely. So she wanted to control him after he recovered and take him to the capital to house arrest, which seemed to restrict his freedom, but it was a very gentle and tolerant approach. As long as the surnamed Feng does not regret and does not treat him harshly, he will bring all the pots and pans at home, and he will be regarded as a guest for others, he can help the surnamed Feng dispense medicine in exchange for what he wants, and he can live a good life.

So the hell is he going to ask about that name?

What if she turns her face after asking?

Xiao Lang's little entanglement was all written on his face, Feng Ayan observed his expression, and felt that he really didn't look like someone who could act to deceive people, and turned around and asked, "Is your stomach hurting again?" Or a headache? Why is his face so bad all of a sudden? ”

"No, I'm actually wondering if you're going to hit me." He replied thoughtfully.

Feng Ayan seemed to be amused: "Hit you? Why hit you? You didn't do anything against me. ”

"Then I have to dare." Zhao Hanjing didn't dare to ask her another name directly, so he also turned a corner, using his first conjecture to ask, "I just want to ask, don't you like the name your stepfather changed for you, I haven't seen you mention it." But I'm afraid that after I finish asking, what bad memories do you remember, you are emotional, you can't control it, and you beat me again, then how wronged I am. ”

"But you've already asked about it." Feng Ayan raised her eyebrows.

Hearing this, Zhao Langzhong reflexively shrank into the quilt, stared at the pair of black pupils, and looked at her vigilantly.

She was really amused this time, so happy that she temporarily forgot Zhao Langzhong's vague identity, hahaha laughed endlessly.

"Y-What are you laughing at!" Zhao Hanjing realized that he had been teased by this surnamed Feng, and he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry. It's just that he is not full of energy, and his confidence is even more insufficient, and when he asks this question, not only does he not have the strength to condemn, but he seems to be coquettish, revealing an air of wanting to refuse and welcome.

Seeing that the surname Feng smiled even more happily, Zhao Langzhong himself reacted, what he said was no different from a little lady who was teased by a splashy skin, and his cheeks were so embarrassed that a touch of crimson flew up, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

"I want to ask you what you're trying to do." After laughing enough, the man surnamed Feng gently picked him up and put it next to his ear, "What kind of demon do you think of me, and if you are in a bad mood, you want to beat someone?" ”

Zhao Hanjing turned his head away from her, gritted his teeth and said, "Demons and monsters who drink blood!" ”

From Feng Ayan's point of view, she could just see a small red ear and a slightly withered sideburns. She raised her hand in a daze, and her thumb stroked the scattered green silks, and passed them behind his ear...... Fingertips brushed the tips of her warm ears, and she suddenly realized - this is ridiculous, this is also ridiculous!

Withdrawing his hand in a panic, relying on Xiao Langzhong and not seeing anything, Feng Ayan hooked the corners of her lips, and redressed to her original flirtatious and lazy appearance: "Hey, it's so fierce, but didn't I promise you, try not to murder you." ”

Zhao Langzhong snorted coldly and didn't answer angrily.

Seeing that he didn't notice it, Feng Ayan breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you." That name, in fact, is not a serious name, it is just a title, and it is no different from Zhang San and Li Si, so that's it, don't worry about it. ”

She's obviously perfunctory to him! Zhao Hanjing was still angry, and couldn't help but raise the bar and said, "Wang Er Mazi? ”

Feng Ayan: "......"

On the other hand, Zhao Langzhong is still tirelessly "guessing", faintly having the energy to play addicted, and the joy of getting back a city: "Qian Dazhu? Yang Er Dog? Li Tiedan? Zhang Tiezhu? Wu Iron Hammer? Zhou—"

Feng Ayan: "Stop." ”

Under the order, Xiao Langzhong was not deaf, of course he could hear how thick the gloom was contained in the word "stop", so he simply closed his mouth neatly, retracted into the quilt and secretly looked at her.

If she were someone else, who would dare to play such a poor role with her, Feng Ayan would have to beat her up with a scabbard and teach that guy well, what is called Ma Wangye with three eyes; But this little Zhao Lang is sick and crooked, he can't be beaten, and he can't stand being scared, he is really scared, doesn't she have to coax him back with kind words? That's it, so I connived at him this time, and I didn't know ...... I don't know if I'll have a chance to get used to him again in the future.

"Mei Qiyi." She flipped out these three words from her memories, lowered her eyes and said, "My father changed the name to me, it's Mei Qiying." ”

In case he is really a mortal fate, when he arrives in the underworld, he will sue the Lord of Yama, so that he can use this big name on the household registration to settle accounts with her.