Is Su Wu's mother-in-law mother? No, Su Wu was just sick, and Su Wu felt that Fu Jiezi was about to get sick.

Fu Jiezi didn't think he would get sick. When I walked back, the adult's face was ugly, but was he really sick? It is very likely that since last night's visit to the Twelve Bands, everyone has been tossing and turning, and they have pretended to fight in the morning. After all, the adult is in his thirties, and his spirit is not as good as that of a young man like him, but Fu Jiezi is not too worried, he thinks, just let the envoy sleep. He knew Su Wu and had confidence in him. Thinking like this, Fu Jiezi became happy again. He had nothing to worry about. He was a jovial young man.

He should have remembered that Yan Ling's bath had been long enough, and it should have been over. But when he walked to the lake, he saw the quiet sunset from afar, Yanling was still quietly immersed in the water, and her snow-white shoulders were exposed in the lake and mountains. Everything was beautiful and solemn, Fu Jiezi couldn't help but slow down, and gradually stopped, he was admiring. Not every man has the opportunity to admire such a picture of a beautiful woman bathing.

The mountains are quiet, the sunset is golden, the lake is like satin, and the beauty is picturesque. Yanling turned her back to him, as if thinking about something. What will she be up to? Fu Jiezi wanted to turn around and walk away again, but Yanling spoke. "Where are my clothes?" She asked softly. Fu Jiezi saw the men's clothes next to her, and he just wanted to remind her, but suddenly remembered that she was a blind girl. He couldn't bear to let her get up and fumble wet. He walked over, leaned over, picked up his garment, and handed it to her. A hero has to have the demeanor of a hero, how can he be embarrassed to stare at a girl's chest...... He turned, refraining from looking at her body in the water...... Then I heard the sound of the wild goose coming out of the water behind me, wiping her body, and dressing. He listened to it with an itch. In fact, she didn't know it, but she didn't know why, the more contact she had along the way, the more he loved and cherished her. "Please turn back." He heard the light voice of Yanling, with a faint joy. He turned back. Stunned.

I saw a brand new Yanling! Her skin is snow-white, her shiny black hair is like a swallow, she is dressed in men's clothes, she is shy, but there is a strange sassiness, and she is pure and natural! He looked at it and suddenly noticed that something was wrong, that is, her hair was not soaked. Yanling said: "What, I don't look good in men's clothes?" She was slightly uneasy, as apprehensive as any girl in a new outfit. Fu Jiezi smiled: "Fortunately, you didn't wear men's clothes in the Twelve Orchestra." Yan Ling didn't understand.

Fu Jiezi said seriously: "If you wore it at the time, this hero must have felt that this is the best-looking costume in the world, and he will order all the girls in the Twelve Bands to change into men's clothes, wouldn't it make a big mess there?" Yan Ling also smiled. She wouldn't fail to hear it as a compliment to her. Her smile was shallow, like a touch of sunset on the horizon. But Yingying's smile can be imprinted into the deepest part of people's hearts, which is unforgettable. Fu Jiezi stared at her. He suddenly saw a trace of sourness and helplessness in Yan Ling's smile.

Although the sunset is beautiful, doesn't it give people such a feeling before it disappears? Fu Jiezi didn't want Yanling's happiness to disappear.

He stepped forward and handed Yanling another thing, a rattan stick that had been sharpened in the woods, and he had already discovered that Yanling needed this. Yanling took it and walked a few tentative steps on crutches. "It's so much better." She said. Then she turned to the lake, facing the mountains and the lake at sunset. The sunset is about to sink into the back of the mountain, and the light changes and is brilliant. For a blind girl, there is always darkness in front of her. The darkness of this day is also coming. Yanling's back looks melancholy, because of the arrival of darkness. Fu Jiezi was behind her. He was a simple, passionate, healthy young man who hated the dark.

He set up her hat for Yanling and smoothed the wrinkles of her clothes on her shoulders. A young man like him always thinks and does what he thinks, and he doesn't suppress his thoughts. Yan Ling didn't move, at his mercy, and her shoulders and neck exuded a fresh girl's body fragrance.

Fu Jiezi lowered his head to sniff, and the movements in his hands began to slow down, turning into stroking!

Yan Ling moaned softly: "Now I believe that you are very bold. "Really?"

"Do you do that to every woman?" Women at such times will ask such things. "Actually, you're pretty bold."

"Why?" "You know I'm doing this to every woman, but you don't push me away." "You want me to push?"

"Will you?" "You're like the wind," unexpectedly, Yan Ling said the truth in a low voice, "The wind can't push it--" Fu Jiezi could feel her body trembling in her arms, as if she had a fever! The roots of her ears were red and she seemed to have a high fever.

Fu Jiezi knew that this was neither a disease nor a fever. If it was a disease, then he had the same disease, and it was worse than her.

It was an uncontrollable urgency, dizziness and fanaticism, so Fu Jiezi no longer controlled it, and he took her by the hand...... In fact, he had taken her many times, in the Twelve Orchestra Workshops, in the cell during the robbery, on horseback, in the woods, but never had he been so impulsive and forgetful! He even forgot that the two men were standing. He unconsciously pulled her to the ground. He hugged him tightly, pressing his young, hot lips against her face. That breath melts the girl. And Yan Ling did melt into his arms. He undressed her with his hands in a frantic motion. He longs to melt completely.

Suddenly, she suddenly resisted and pushed him away! She carried an inexplicable fear, like a struggling patient.

What is she afraid of? What scared her so much? Fu Jiezi stopped and looked at her in surprise. He saw tears in the corners of her eyes.

He gently hugged her uneasily. It was a comforting hug, and he didn't want her to feel threatened. Yanling closed her eyes and said with a crying voice, "Don't touch me." "Why?"

"Touch me, you'll die!" Fu Jiezi was dumbfounded, he played with this sentence. Because she is the daughter of Maudun, is this a taboo for the Huns? He didn't think deeply, and no man would think deeply at such a time, because he was still basking in the chagrin of being rejected. So, he stood up. He slowly walked to the side, a little away from Yanling. He had a feeling of hurting his self-esteem. He didn't even think it was good to be a horse and a Feiyan...... Night fell, and the sky was dark, except for a pool of once-blue lake that shimmered with darkness. Now it's a faint blue, incomparably deeper. A man and a woman, standing and sitting, are far away.

Of course, darkness can also melt barriers. In the darkness, others could not see the distance between them. "Come here, stay with me. Yan Ling pleaded lowly. Fu Jiezi moved, he would not refuse others. He sat down beside Yanling, facing the dark blue lake. I can only face it with her, but I can't see it with her—she can't see it. "Is the sunset beautiful?" Yan Ling asked. "It's beautiful." "If only I didn't go home."

Fu Jiezi didn't answer. "I've always had a dream?" Yanling said halfway, but stopped. "What dreams?" Fu Jiezi couldn't help but ask. "It's a pity that we have to hurry tomorrow." Yan Ling suddenly didn't want to talk further. Her expression was bitter and incomprehensible. Fu Jiezi looked at her, not knowing what to do. He suddenly realized that this bitter expression was a little familiar? Could it be that the night has made everything bitter and blurry?

Bitterness is contagious. In fact, the bitterness that Fu Jiezi saw on Yan Ling's face, he had seen it thousands of times over the years. He is still young, and he doesn't know what it feels like to be young! So he couldn't remember Su Wu's bitter face for a while.

The job of a soldier is simply impossible to do! Su Wu's envoys are all sick like this, and they still have to stick to their posts.