The fog was thick in the early morning, so thick that it made people feel a sense of melancholy and uneasiness.

The military horse supervisor probably didn't think so, his mind was clear, and his expression seemed elated. He had already ridden his horse and carried Yanling outside the city for a few laps, flickering left and right, flickering south and north, in short, with his temperament. He didn't need to be in a hurry, and he was in good spirits. If you change someone to Fu Jiezi's position, your mood will not be bad.

The fragrance of sand dates wafted from the fog ahead. Fu Jiezi sniffed excitedly. He loosened the reins and let the horse run slower.

Another faint fragrance has been teasing his nose, and the girl's faint and soft body fragrance! Yanling was still nestled in his arms, and he knew she was awake. She didn't move, she struggled, but let him continue to hug, like a docile kitten. Fu Jiezi felt that this taste was wonderful--she could be a beautiful woman as an enemy, but she didn't know that Fu Jiezi was an enemy. On the contrary, after a while, the beauty has to recognize Fu Jiezi as a friend and be a benefactor...... Even, the girl's dream lover...... Thinking of this, Fu Jiezi smiled proudly. The mix of all of the above is really exciting! What's more exciting for a young and promising lieutenant than a game of cat and mouse?

Fu Jiezi looked down at Yanling on his chest, and felt that it was not appropriate to compare her to a kitten, because he was a cat, a happy big male cat, and she was more like a cute guinea pig. The male cat embraced the mouse in his arms and ran wildly all the way, sniffing but not eating. It feels quirky, exciting, and fun. So, Fu Jiezi thought about the plan again, the first step, he had to test whether she was Maodun's daughter first? She was! Therefore, Fu Jiezi has to further win Yanling's trust, which is the second step of the plan. With only two tasks to complete in a day, there is more than enough time. Fu Jiezi felt that with his talents, he should make things more interesting. Is there a flaw in this plan?

This "deep into the tiger's den" plan was mainly planned by the special envoy Su Wu, and if there was a flaw, it was that there was too much room for Fu Jiezi to play freely. He didn't doubt Fu Jiezi's genius in deceiving Yan Ling, and his uneasiness was that the tracking couldn't be too close to the two of them, and he couldn't be completely in it. This is the sorrow of the planners. This kind of tracking makes him miserable! In the thick fog, Fu Jiezi jumped off his horse. He also helped Yanling down.

There is no road ahead. "It's cold, the woods ahead?" Yan Ling stood firmly, her expression a little dazed, she sniffed the damp morning breeze and said softly. Fu Jiezi looked at the black and oppressive woods in front of him in surprise, and also looked at her. He wasn't quite comfortable working with a blind girl.

"Who are you?" Yanling asked.

"Take off my clothes, and you won't recognize me today?" Fu Jiezi said with a smile. He quickly picked himself up and made a lot of jokes. Yan Ling was silent, but judging from her expression, Fu Jiezi knew that she heard it.

"Why save me?" Yanling said in a low voice.

"Yanling's beautiful song last night, the city and the country, of course I want to save you!" Fu Jiezi said. As he spoke, he presumptuously looked Yanling up and down with fiery eyes. Yan Ling was blind, but she could feel the man's breath, and even his intentions.

"Please respect yourself!" Yanling took a step back.

"Please rest assured," Fu Jiezi said suddenly, "Out of the Twelve Orchestras, I am not a guest, and you are not a Maiko." Now meet the little princess Yanling of Mao Dun Da Danyu! Yan Ling's face was expressionless, neither admitting nor denying. Fu Jiezi took a step forward, took out a deer skin bag, and put it in Yanling's hand. As soon as she touched the knife bag, Yan Ling trembled.

No longer hiding her emotions, she gently stroked the knife bag and carefully opened it. Three flying knives, with complex patterns, noble and majestic. Yan Ling touched them, her eyes were red, and she slowly shed tears. Reunite with the old things, and sorrow comes from it. She cried out in pain: "Mother! Fu Jiezi watched intently. The gift of Mao Dun's token to Yanling was negotiated between the envoy and Fu Jiezi. This move can not only verify Yanling's identity, but also enable Fu Jiezi to gain her trust! When Yanling touched the knife bag, she recognized it as her mother's relic, and Fu Jiezi was sure that she was Maudun's daughter. Yanling cried, and Fu Jiezi's nose was also a little sour. He was originally a sentimental young man!

He usually relented when he saw a begging child and a thief who was forced to take a risk, not to mention such a blind girl crying for her dead mother in front of him! She was crying like a normal girl. Perhaps, she thought of her mother's love, in her mind, it was not a murderous hero, just a kind woman. Fu Jiezi couldn't see tears, and he even regretted his previous actions a little. He wondered, is it too cruel to deceive a woman who can't see with his eyes like this? Yanling slowly suppressed her tears, looked up and asked him, "Where did you get this thing?" ”

"General German." Fu Jiezi said.

"Oh?" Yanling said. "I'm here for my mother's relics," Fu Jiezi sighed.

"Hmm." Yan Ling listened quietly. "When your mother took silkworm seeds out of the customs that year, she was found and killed by the inspectors of the Han Dynasty, and the national teacher of Qiuci escaped by chance...... this explanation was also deliberated by the envoy and Fu Jiezi. But Fu Jiezi said it at this time, but he showed unusual sincerity. It seems that he wants Yanling to be a little sad. Yan Ling slowly saluted him and solemnly put the knife bag on her body.

Yan Ling said: "Thank you, hero! Fu Jiezi said: "No need to thank you. ”

"What do you call a hero?" Yan Ling asked.

"The ancient sages are all lonely, only Tayan is left to me......" Fu Jiezi laughed.

Yan Ling moved slightly, "You must be a horse stepping on Feiyan!" ”

"Yes, the mountains and rivers have the charm of the spiritual heaven and earth, and the snow is left without a trace."

"Why do you look like a poet?"

"No, I never write poetry, I just like to hunt for plums."