Chapter 92: The Master is Coming
If Feng Miaojun had already left Jindu, the chances of tracking her down were slim, and she could go anywhere. Although she may also go out of the city in the princess's wedding procession, but there are as many caravans as there are seventy or eighty caravans in and out of the Jindu on the same day, how dare Yun Jie be sure that she has no other choice?
Out of prudence, she still changed her appearance for two days before returning to her original appearance. Until now, I can almost be sure that I am safe.
On the fifth day, the bridal procession arrived at the Wolf's Tooth Castle.
The place is actually a medium-sized town, which was originally developed from a private village, so it still retains its original name. The Wolf Tooth Fort was also the last human city before the Jin Kingdom entered the White Elephant Mountains, and it was known as the Frontier Fortress, and any team planning to go west would choose to make adequate supplies here.
The bridal procession lasted the longest time, for a whole day and night. After the guards inquired, Princess Linghanyue and Feng Miaojun found a local restaurant to eat. The façade of this restaurant is not the largest in the city, and even the location is a little off, but the door is like a city, and the eleven or two tables in the lobby are full, and the guests have to sit in the side courtyard.
Even so, there was a queue outside the restaurant.
Naturally, the princess's men had a way to get a seat. The local food must not be as elaborate as the Jindu, but the buckwheat noodles are particularly elastic, and the toppings are stewed large pieces of lamb and crispy bamboo shoots. With a snort, the cold air brought in from the countryside in late autumn was driven away without a trace.
The most distinctive feature is the naan roast here, which is freshly baked and eaten. The cake was stuck in a hot iron bucket, and when a customer asked for it, the shopkeeper would grab one out and cut it, and stuff it with the roasted mutton. The local sheep are grazed on the river beach and feed on bitter moss, and the meat is exceptionally fine and sweet, and the mouth is full of oil when you bite it.
But what really makes people feel that the aftertaste is endless, but there is another thing stuffed into the cake:
Frozen wine pears.
The pears produced here in Langya Fort are about to catch up with the size of grapefruit, and they are full of juice but have a rough taste, so not many people love to eat them. I don't know which clever invented the method of pickling pears, slicing pears and soaking them in clay berry wine, and leaving them overnight to make pickled pears. Now it is late autumn, the night at the foot of the mountain is particularly cold, the wine pears stuffed into the naan are iced teeth, and the steaming roast mutton is eaten together, you can immediately experience the feeling of ice and fire, and the consequence of the fragrance naturally relieves the greasy, leaving an endless aftertaste.
With such a special taste of naan, Feng Miaojun couldn't help but eat two more, and then got up and went to Gongfang.
Those who are advanced in the Tao can open the valley, and they will inevitably reincarnate in the five grains for the time being.
The business of the restaurant is good, and even the backyard has been set up to set up tables, so Gongfang is far away more than ten zhang away, behind two rows of bamboo forests.
When you go to this kind of place, it's not easy for others to follow.
The night breeze was so cool that the bamboo had already lost its leaves, leaving only the bare branches swaying in the wind, and it looked like a demon with teeth and claws in the night.
Feng Miaojun strode back through the bamboo forest, and inadvertently lowered his head, only to find two figures on the ground.
One is her own, and the other is very close, just half a step behind her!
This surprise was really extraordinary, and her heartbeat missed half a beat.
Feng Miaojun immediately took an arrow step forward, and while turning around, the tip of the cone was handed forward, and he shouted loudly: "Who!"
After only half asking, the voice stuck. Just because there was a tattered scarecrow next to the cluster of bamboo behind him.
It is life-size and has a cloth towel wrapped around its head, and its arms are naturally outstretched, swaying back and forth in the night breeze, and at first glance its shadow really looks like a person walking.
Her nerves were too tense, and she ended up making such an oolong. Feng Miaojun subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt that something was wrong:
The function of this thing is to drive away birds, but this is not a rice field, who will put a scarecrow in the bamboo forest?
Before this thought was finished, the vest suddenly cooled, as if a great danger was coming. Feng Miaojun didn't hesitate any longer, shouted for help, and at the same time quickly fled forward.
But before she could take a single step, a hand stretched out out of thin air behind her back and pressed it on her throat!
This hand is beautiful, with well-defined bones and slender jade, and it looks more suitable for stroking the qin than choking the neck. Feng Miaojun felt that the cold coming from her neck penetrated into her bone marrow, and immediately froze her pharyngeal muscles, and the cry for help became dumb.
The power of this hand was so great that it lifted her off the ground and turned her around.
Then, she looked into a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling, and the flashing light there was more gentle and moving than the moonlight.
Feng Miaojun immediately froze, and none of the muscles in his body could move.
It was so close that she realized that he was tall, a head taller than her. He was dressed in a dark robe, bowed his head slightly, and whispered in her ear: "Feng Miaojun?"
Those three words came out of his mouth, and it was simply the deepest nightmare. Her eyes were frightened, and she shook her head frantically despite the choking of her throat. Unfortunately, the amplitude that can swing is too small.
"Fortunately. He seemed to be unconscious, and said to himself, "My name is Yunwei, do you remember me?"
His voice was as soft as the whisper of a lover.
She was about to shake her head again, but then there was the sound of footsteps outside the bamboo forest.
Someone's coming.
Yun Ku smiled: "Let's talk in a different place." He reached out and tugged at her neck, ripped the chain off, and threw it at the scarecrow. Then he grabbed her and rose into the air, and went up and down on the treetops, far away.
He looks like a ghost, and no one here will be alarmed.
......
Feng Miaojun was whirring with the wind in her ears, and her eyes were overwhelmed, and she couldn't judge the speed of this person.
After a while, Yun Lai stopped and led her into a private house.
The walls were simple but the room was clean, and there was even a half-lit candle on the table, but the owner did not know where he had gone.
Yun Jie threw her on the wooden chair next to the table, still repeating the question: "Remember me?"
After he restrained her whole body cultivation, he let go of his hand. I don't know what evil spell he had, but she still couldn't move, but her throat was relaxed.
Unable to turn her head, she could only whisper: "Remember, we met in Juping Township." He could call her by name and ask the same question, and that was remembering her. If she denies it, it's just a lot of suffering.
Yun Jie nodded, reached out and groped her face, and then pinched it twice around her.
It's not light, it's just a check for disfiguring drugs on her face.
The results also satisfied him.
It seems that this should be Feng Miaojun's own infallibility, and he is no longer a stand-in.
"I heard, you killed my subordinate Huang Qiuwei?"
She confessed very unjustly: "It was Miao Feng who killed it first, I, I am just an auxiliary attacker." "The hand axe that opened the scoop for the melon seeds of the fox was Miao Fengxian's, and the water-splitting spur she used at that time could not achieve this effect at all.
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