The incense in the temple is thin, the monks live a poor life, and they don't eat meat, for Song Ting, who has meat in the Hou Mansion, a steamed bun, fried vegetables and boiled beans are undoubtedly scratching the heart and liver. It's night in a blink of an eye, Song Ting is sitting under the room and eating melon seeds, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back today, Zao Zao and the third sister must be looking for her in various places. In ancient times, there was no mobile phone to report safety, which is really worrying......

In the late spring, the wind was strong in the mountains at night, and it was much colder than in the city, but fortunately she wisely wore a pair of cotton pants, otherwise she would not have frozen to death.

In the distance, the little monk appeared in the moonlight, and his chubby body walked more difficult after holding a large brazier, and Song Ting walked over to take it from him.

"Thank you, donor." The soft and glutinous sound echoed in the courtyard.

"Don't call me a donor, I didn't give money for sesame oil, call my sister."

The little monk was very well-behaved: "Sister." ”

Song Ting was very satisfied: "Where is this going?" ”

"In Yan Shi's main house, the master said that he was poisoned by the cold and was afraid of the cold."

"What's your name?"

"Retreat."

Song Ting picked up the brazier, and the hot air bubbled on the surface.

The wooden door squeaked open, waking up the groggy Yan Zeyu, who struggled to open his sticky eyes, and saw a small face under the firelight, smoked red by the heat, like an apple.

Oops, oh, it's hot! Song Ting sat the iron basin on the ground with a snap, and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and the crisp sound of metal hitting was particularly harsh in the room.

"What hour?" A weak voice came from the couch.

This question is difficult for her, Song Ting looked at the window and said blindly: "Eight or nine o'clock." ”

If a woman has a mouth full of words he doesn't understand, he shouldn't ask her. Yan Zeyu turned his head inside, and at this time, a small wind blew in, and then he felt that the quilt on his body was heavy again.

Song Ting covered his velvet on the quilt, and Yan Zeyu looked at her fixedly, her eyes were chaotic, not as bright as before, but she was still good-looking.

Song Ting blushed, "What do you see me doing?" Isn't it still cold? ”

Yan Zeyu didn't speak, she still looked at her, her handsome face had a kind of Lin Daiyu's sick and weak beauty at the moment, which was pitiful.

Song Tingyingying's heart was moved, and she gave birth to infinite maternal love: "Or ...... I'll take off my cotton pants and cover you again? ”

Yan Zeyu's pale face finally had a different color, it was very dark......

The door slammed open, and the two of them jumped, only to see a slender and slender figure standing outside the house, Song Ting thought it was the man in black who had chased them before, and his body was so frightened that he instantly weakened, and sat on Yan Zeyu's arm.

Yan Zeyu snorted bitterly: "Get out of the way!" Stupid pig! ”

Song Ting was about to ask him to keep quiet, his life was in danger, but unexpectedly, the black shadow outside the door rushed in, "It's too late!" I also hope that the pavilion master will forgive his sins! ”

Song Ting's heart relaxed when she raised her throat, it turned out to be an acquaintance, and Yan Zeyu used all her strength to push her away.

There was only pale white moonlight in the room, Song Ting could hardly see the appearance of the black shadow, and he could tell that it was a woman by her voice, which should be the "wonderful sound donor" in the mouth of the abbot before.

The gloomy room suddenly lit up. Song Ting looked at the so-called Miaoyin from the side, and unexpectedly covered a black scarf in the dark sky, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes. Her palms were itching, and she really wanted to pull the black cloth off to take a look, it must be a big beauty.

Ay...... Who the hell said that the ancient people were ugly, and in a few days, she was the ugliest among all the people she met.

Miao Yin took out a small pink porcelain jar from her bosom, poured a pill from it, and Yan Zeyu swallowed it.

"Pavilion Master, who sent those assassins?"

Miao Yin helped Yan Zeyu up, and used a pillow to cushion the vest, after Yan Zeyu took the antidote, the stiff and cold pain on his body gradually dissipated, and the chaos blocked in his brain slowly cleared.

A cold light stared at Song Ting, who was listening to the two behind Miaoyin, "Go out." ”

Song Ting pursed her mouth, turned her face after taking the medicine and didn't recognize anyone, anyway, it wasn't her who those people wanted to kill, so she wasn't interested in knowing who it was.

Yan Zeyu watched Song Ting leave the house, waited for her to go out for a while, her eyes lifted slightly, and she looked silently, Miao Yin went to the window and looked out cautiously, then looked at Yan Zeyu and shook her head.

Yan Zeyu then spoke: "Pour a cup of tea." ”

Miao Yin came from the table to the tea and handed it over, Yan Zeyu drank it, and his sluggish throat suddenly cleared, "If you guess correctly, it should be Ling Wei's person." ”

"Xiling?" Miaoyin's eyebrows gathered: "Hundred miles away? He had been secretly investigating the Qingyun Pavilion recently. ”

Yan Zeyu shook his head and said in a deep voice: "If he knows my true identity with his personality, he will not easily expose it, besides, ......" Xiu put his hand on the corner of the pillow, picked up the silver needle and looked at it in front of him, his eyes locked, "Baili Xun disdains to use such despicable means. ”

Miaoyin took the silver needle and put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, it was the smell of the golden sting, and her expression was serious: "What does the pavilion master mean by Dongling's people?" ”

"Guess."

"Do you need your subordinates to kill Mu Jiuchuan?"

"Don't worry, after all, it's Dongling Division, if you die violently, it will definitely attract the emperor's attention." Yan Zeyu stretched out his fingers and pressed his temples and rubbed them gently: "You go to Gu Mansion now, tell Gu Ran about today, and ask him to send a carriage to pick me up tomorrow morning." ”

"Yes!"

Yan Zeyu saw that Miaoyin had been ordered but did not leave, still standing by the bed and wanting to speak.

"What else?"

"Pavilion Master...... Who is that woman? The tone of the inquiry seemed to be inquiring.

Yan Zeyu closed his eyes: "This is not what you should ask." ”

Miao Yin's body was stunned, and the coolness outside the window poured in, like a cold rope binding her tightly, and even her breathing was dull.

"Yes......"

Song Ting wandered around the temple without eyes, but occasionally walked to the kitchen, she felt that this must be the guidance of God.

Lighting the fire and lighting the kitchen lamp, it was the cleanest and poorest kitchen she had ever seen, with nothing to eat on the stove except pots and pans.

I searched one cabinet after another, and at this time, I was touching Jingxiu and coming in with a bucket of water.

"Sister, what are you looking for?"

Song Ting looked around and couldn't even find half a carrot, and he was very aggrieved: "I'm hungry." ”

Seeing that she was pitiful, Jing Xiu beckoned to her and asked her to come over, Song Ting ran over, only to see a sack poured in the corner, and Jing Xiu took a potato out of the sack.

Song Ting's eyes lit up, but it didn't fall for a minute and the light would dim, if it was a radish or a sweet potato, it would be fine, but this potato couldn't be eaten raw......

"Will you make a fire?"

The retreat blinked: "Of course." With an expression that whoever doesn't know is an idiot, very good, she won't, Song Ting gave him the potatoes in his hand: "You help me make a fire." ”

The retreat was an honest little monk, and whatever the adults said was what they wanted, so he obediently took a stack of dry firewood and went to the stove.

Song Ting walked around the kitchen again, and finally his eyes fell on the ginger in the iron box, and then moved away, and his eyes turned a few times and finally returned to a few pieces of ginger.

The fire in the stove crackled and burned vigorously, Song Ting scooped a basin of water and poured it into the pot, sliced ginger on a cutting board and put it in after the water boiled.

"What are you doing here?" The retreat watched from the sidelines.

"Boiled ginger soup."

After Miaoyin left, Yan Zeyu leaned on the side of the bed and slept with her eyes closed for a while, when the sound of the door opening sounded again.

Song Ting walked towards him with a porcelain bowl and a potato in one hand.

"Well, drink it."

The brown soup that swayed in the bowl was white smoke, and the smell of ginger floated in the smoke. Yan Zeyu pulled away the hand that was wrapped around his chest and took the bowl.

"Drink it, it's not poisonous." Song Ting sat on the stool, cross-legged and hung up, without the slightest appearance of a lady.

Yan Zeyu scooped a spoon to his mouth to blow it cold, and slowly fed it into his mouth, the soup had the sweetness of boiled brown sugar and a hint of ginger spicy. With a mouthful of soup, Yan Zeyu felt warm from her mouth to her stomach, and she felt a faint comfort.

Not only is he comfortable, but Song Ting is also very comfortable, watching a beautiful man eat is a kind of enjoyment, the posture of scooping soup and drinking soup is elegant and calm, especially the hand holding the spoon is like a jade carving in the lamp, exuding a magic that makes it difficult to move her eyes, she looked at it and swallowed her saliva unconsciously.

Yan Zeyu stared at his own vague shadow in the soup, and suddenly spoke: "You're not Song Ting, right?" ”

Song Ting withdrew the gaze stuck to his hand and blinked in confusion: "Of course I am Song Ting." ”

The corners of Yan Zeyu's mouth hooked up a sneer, "Miss Song likes to collect antiques, especially loves to patronize the Treasure Hall, and she is the owner of the Treasure Hall." Holding the spoon in his hand, he kept turning the juice up and down, making a clanging sound, turning into a sharp cold front and piercing Song Ting's ear.

It turned out that he had met Song Ting in person, and he could still pretend to be unfamiliar with the reaction, this man was hiding deep enough...... Song Ting trembled unconsciously, and his back straightened unconsciously: "Boss Yan is afraid that I will lose my meaning after falling into the water, and it is normal not to remember you." ”

Yan Zeyu obviously didn't believe Song Ting's lies that he had deceived many people, and Yun Danfeng smiled lightly: "But my intuition tells me that you are not Song Ting." ”

Song Ting was stunned and didn't know what to say to defend herself, she was indeed not Song Ting, but why did he believe that he was not Song Ting? Is there really two people in the world who look the same?

The lie was ruthlessly exposed, and Song Ting's chest overflowed with annoyance while being embarrassed, "You won't believe it, and no one will believe it." ”

"Say it."

Song Ting threw the leftover half of the potato into the charcoal brazier, splashing a cluster of spark grains, "Song Ting is dead, and it is my soul that has attached to her." ”

Yan Zeyu's expression full of confidence in his conjecture froze on his face at this moment, and the movements in his hands stopped abruptly.

"And who are you?"

"My name is Xia Meng, and I'm from a thousand years later." Song Ting was a little sluggish when she said her real name, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly, people are really very adaptable animals, so used to it that she almost forgot her real name.

A pair of pupils as black as Jingtan had ripples of light, Song Ting saw that he rarely showed a surprised expression, and lifted the corners of his mouth mockingly: "Look, no one will believe it." ”

Yan Zeyu stopped talking, didn't know what he was thinking, and looked very focused. Finally, he raised his fingertips and flicked out the candle light in the room, quietly leaned his head against the bed frame, and closed his eyes.

Under the straight bridge of the nose, the slightly pale thin lips were lightly pursed, surrounded by the dark blue background and clouds, dyed with a shallow moonlight, cold and arrogant.

"Are you going to stand here all night?"

Song Ting recalled his wandering thoughts, oh, and left the house. When he went out, he turned his head again: "You'd better finish the soup so that it won't be cold." As the sound fell, the cool breeze outside the house was covered with the satin moonlight.

Yan Zeyu looked at the bowl standing on the stool next to the bed, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally stretched out his hand.