But since I said it, there are a lot of taels of silver, but I don't see how active they are.

But if you don't care about the two taels of silver, you just don't let them live in.

Yelang naturally felt that something was wrong with these two people, and Song Xingchen moved his nose and approached the woman, and the familiar smell came again, and it was a little stronger.

This kind of situation can only be tainted by close contact.

Song Xingchen and Yelang were taken to a room.

There was a noticeable musty smell in the room.

But it was good to have a bed.

The mother-in-law walked out, and when she came back, she hugged a quilt.

For the sake of two taels of silver, this woman brought a soft and good quilt.

Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by Yelang.

"Auntie, can you please find a set of clothes for my sister? She was soaking wet. ”

Song Xingchen glanced down at himself, it was indeed ...... It's soaking wet.

But looking at his mediocre figure, alas, he is still a child.

"It's a nuisance."

The mother-in-law left, and soon found a set of clothes.

And that outfit smelled musty too.

Song Xingchen pouted unwillingly.

Yelang: "Don't be tantrum, at least these clothes are clean, change them quickly, don't get sick." ”

Song Xingchen knew very well that this was ancient times, and if he got sick, there was no other effective way except for some Chinese medicine.

And when I think of Chinese medicine......

Song Xingchen was full of rejection all over his body.

Yelang looked at her bitter and hateful appearance just by imagining it, and felt his heart soften, but he still handed over the clothes.

"Turn around."

Song Xingchen gritted his teeth and said.

Yelang turned around with a smile on his lips, but if you look closely, you will see that the corners of his eyes are a little red.

The girl behind it will be his wife.

But now, he doesn't even have the courage to turn around.

"Alright."

The clothes are obviously mother-in-law's, and they are much bigger on the body, although Song Xingchen has been pampered by the Song family in the past four years, he is not unable to endure hardship, so it is not so unbearable.

"It's huge."

Song Xingchen flicked his sleeves, but saw that Yelang had been facing away from her.

Song Xingchen stretched out his hand to pull Yelang, but because he didn't stand firmly, he slid towards the ground.

"Ah......h

Song Xingchen just shouted Ye Lang and immediately turned around and scooped Song Xingchen up.

Song Xingchen circled Yelang with his backlegs.

Yelang's whole body froze, Song Xingchen hung on his body so that he didn't dare to move, and his body seemed to have clicked the pause button.

Although she is not very old, she already has the characteristics she should have.

So her body is very soft.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Song Xingchen touched Ye Lang and poked his hand at the position of Ye Lang's chest.

Yelang gasped.

Song Xingchen seemed to have discovered something interesting and amazing.

"You're afraid of itching."

Then he reached out again and poked Yelang's chest.

Yelang wanted to reach out and grab her moving hand, but he was afraid that Song Xingchen would fall and couldn't do both for a while, so he smiled helplessly.

"Well, come down first."

Song Xingchen was even more energetic, stretching out two fingers and poking at Yelang's body.

Yelang frowned, dodging vigorously.

"You're really afraid of itching."

Yora's smile took on something else.

But at this moment, he wouldn't tell the little thing in front of him that was casually lit on fire.

Otherwise, they'll have a lot less fun.

Yelang hugged Song Xingchen, walked to the stool and put the person down.

Then he picked up the quilt and spread it on the bed.

Song Xingchen ran over to grab Yelang.

"Hey, I feel a little wrong, I just ......"

Before he finished speaking, Yelang turned over and hugged Song Xingchen.

"The ground is so cold, why don't you wear shoes."

As he spoke, he picked up the man and put him on the bed.

"Hey, I'm not done yet, don't bother me."

"Okay, you say it now."

"I smelled a familiar smell in the carriage just now, but for a moment I couldn't remember where it was."

"Familiar taste?"

Yelang's sense of smell is not as sensitive as Song Xingchen's, and the smell that can be distinguished under the washing of the rain is almost rare.

Song Xingchen nodded, and suddenly the smell came again.

Song Xingchen immediately got up and sniffed on the quilt, and the familiar smell came again.

But this time it's already very faint, and if it's not so close, there's no way to find it.

"That's what it tastes like, kind of like powder."

During this time, what she smelled the most was the smell of soy sauce, how could she feel that the taste of fat powder was familiar.

Yelang also leaned over, and sure enough, he smelled the faint smell.

He frowned, searched his brain quickly, and then spoke: "This is the smell of Hang Kite." ”

Song Xingchen was stunned.

"Second sister-in-law? How so? Didn't the second sister-in-law go to her parents' house? How could the smell of her body be here? ”

The spices used by Hang Kite now are not purchased from outside, but blended by themselves, and since Hang Kite arrived at the Song family, everyone has their own spices.

Therefore, this fragrance is very special, which will make Song Xingchen smell it and stay in his brain.

"Xingchen, think about it again, have you seen anything else in the car?"

Song Xingchen frowned and thought about it for a long time: "It seems that I also saw the goose-yellow cloth of clothes." ”

"Judging from these things, I can't be sure of anything, it's still raining outside, it's too late to investigate, rest first, believe me, I will definitely find out about this matter."

Although Song Xingchen is still struggling, he can only trust Yelang.

"Okay."

Then he was arranged by Yelang to get into the quilt.

And Yelang got up and spread out her clothes so that she could dry them tomorrow.

When they are ready, they put the two stools together, and plan to make up on the stools for one night.

Song Xingchen got up and saw that this scene was a little indescribably complicated.

Seeing that the position next to him was still very large, the two of them could definitely sleep, so he patted the pillow.

"Yelang, come here."

"Sleep."

"How can you sleep on the stool, come here, let's go together."

Yelang was provoked by Song Xingchen tonight, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Men and women don't kiss."

Song Xingchen blushed, how could he have a feeling that he was particularly unreserved? Eun, this must be an illusion, yes, an illusion.

Song Xingchen simply sat up: "If you don't come up, I won't sleep." ”

The room fell silent for a moment.

In order to save, the mother-in-law did not give them the lamp oil at all, and after a while, the last bit of lamp oil burned out, and after two sparks popped, it fell into darkness.

Song Xingchen seems to be stubborn, Yelang will not move as long as she doesn't move.

The final victory.

Naturally, it belongs to the person who is reluctant to give up on the other party and feels sorry for the other party.

Yelang got up from the stool, took off his coat, which was still a little damp outside, and walked in the direction of the bed.

The darkness did not stop him from acting.

Song Xingchen lay down proudly, and there was a lot of vacancy, she patted the vacant position, and beckoned.

"Come up."

Yelang was helpless, took off his shoes and went to bed.

Song Xingchen still hid back, almost leaning against the wall.

"Don't move, that's enough."

Song Xingchen didn't move.

It didn't take long for Song Xingchen to fall asleep.

In an unfamiliar place, he will still subconsciously look for the source of his sense of security, and Yelang is the source of Song Xingchen's sense of security.

Yelang looked at Song Xingchen, who was clinging to himself, and his heart became soft.

It's really nice to be so relied on.

Especially being relied on by him.

He turned over and kissed her forehead, and Yelang closed his eyes and went to sleep.

"Help...... Help ......"

Through the roaring rain, there was a slight cry for help.

Yelang was about to get up, but was stopped by Song Xingchen.

Yelang put his pillow into Song Xingchen's arms.

Because of the smell of Song Xingchen on the pillow, Song Xingchen didn't struggle.

The rain outside had become much lighter, but the cry for help was silent.

Yelang relied on the signal of the sound he had heard before, but found half of it and everything was broken.

——

In the depths of Zhuangzi, Hang Kite had just woken up from the effects of the medicine, and before he could utter a complete cry for help, he was gagged and tied to the bed.

Hang Kite's tears flowed uncontrollably, and her struggles were all to no avail.

"How's the people?" A male voice came.

"It's already tied up, and there's nothing to do." The female voice said.

"Cut, it's really troublesome, I really don't know what the master is going to do." The female voice said.

"Don't ask about the master." The male voice said.

"Okay, okay, don't ask, by the way, what's going on with those two people?" The female voice said.

"I picked it up on the road, I hid from the rain and caught it all night, and I took out two taels of silver at once, two taels of silver." The male voice said.

"You kid, you have an eye for money." The mother-in-law tapped the coachman's head.

The coachman approached his mother-in-law: "Isn't this filial piety to the old lady?" ”

The voice gradually spread far away, but Hang Kite's tears couldn't be suppressed.

At the same time, Song Mu, who had just returned to the room, felt a wave of unease.

A man in armor walked in with a smile on his face: "General Tang's condition has stabilized, Song Mu, it's time for you to set off." ”

Song Mu smiled heartily: "It's best if the old general is fine." ”

"Well, you should rest early." As he spoke, he patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Song Mu turned around to wash his face, but when the water touched his skin, he felt more and more cold.

"Tomorrow, it's time to go home."

It's only been a few days apart, and he can't suppress his longing for Hang Kite.

——

And Zhuangzi on

Yelang made his way through the darkness and finally stopped in front of a courtyard.

And this courtyard is specially sealed with a door.

As for what was going on behind the door, no one knew.

Yelang approached the door, as if he heard a whimper.

But the sound is too muffled to be sure.

The rain suddenly became heavier, and someone walked in this direction, so Yelang took a few steps back and hid behind a tree.