"Huh......" Uncle Mo Ze smiled, "Don't say it, you and I, I'm afraid we haven't escaped like this for a long time, right?" ”

In the past, this situation only appeared on the battlefield.

But with the growth of the two of their own strength, this exciting and thrilling way of escape has not been staged on them for a long time.

Although today's scene is not thrilling, can it be said that it is ......

But the excitement still made him think of the beginning.

Then......

The woman in her arms was just entering the barracks......

"yes." Feng Yan leaned on Uncle Mo Ze/Leaning in, his eyes full of nostalgia, "It's been almost seven or eight years, right?" ”

When he was twelve or thirteen years old, because of his memory and in order to prove himself, he did not hesitate to take off his red makeup, put aside his identity, and stepped into the sacred place where only men existed.

There, she and the man behind her, I don't know how many life-and-death stories were staged, life hung by a thread, and she escaped death.

"Isn't it fun?" Uncle Mo Ze rubbed Feng Yan's head with his chin.

"What's the fun about that?" Feng Yan scolded with a smile, "Compared to that kind of excitement, I still like the peace of mind now." ”

Xu is the experience of the previous life......

In this life, there is really no blood in her bones.

"This king likes it too." Uncle Mo Ze smiled softly, "If the world allows, this king really hopes to take Yu'er back to the mountains and forests." ”

"Retreat to the mountains and forests?" Feng Yan tilted his head and looked at Uncle Mo Ze.

"yes." Uncle Mo Ze bowed, "When the time comes, we can build a small bamboo house with two in and two out in the mountains and forests, Xiang'er likes osmanthus, we can plant two osmanthus trees in front of the bamboo house, and when the flowers bloom, Xiang'er can brew osmanthus wine for this king, make osmanthus cake, and make osmanthus cake ......"

Listening to it, Feng Yan couldn't help but laugh, "Look at you for beauty." The wine that will be brewed, the cakes that will be made, the cakes that will be made...... Why is it for you? ”

"It must be for the king." Uncle Mo Ze craned his neck and said in a high voice: "Everything in Xiang'er can only belong to this king." ”

"Of course......" Saying this, Uncle Mo Ze looked down at Feng Yan, his eyebrows affectionate, "Everything about this king is also Yan'er's." ”

"You ...... mouth," Feng Yu scolded with a smile, "how did Ben not know that it could say so much before?" ”

"That's all trivial." Uncle Mo Ze blinked meaningfully, "The big skill is still to come." ”

"Oh?" Feng Yan raised his eyebrows, "What kind of big ability?" ”

Hearing this, Uncle Mo Ze was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head without embarrassment.

Seriously......

He just said that casually on a whim.

Now it was asked by Yan'er......

Ahem......

Why do you feel so improper?!

Tut.

I hate myself.

"How?" Seeing that Uncle Mo Ze didn't speak, Feng Yan reached out and stabbed Uncle Mo Ze's waist and abdomen, "You haven't made up this big skill yet?" Or haven't you practiced yet? ”

"Ahem...... "Uncle Mo Ze has a mouthful of old blood!"

If he really said it bluntly, this woman would have to beat him off the horse with a punch!

But looking at Feng Yu's little expression after his words......

Uncle Mo Ze thought about it, shook his head decisively and said, "Neither." ”

"Oh?" Feng Yan squinted his eyes and looked up at Uncle Mo Ze with interest.

"This great ability......" Uncle Mo Ze pretended to bow his head mysteriously and stuck to Feng Yan's ear, and said softly in a very low magnetic and charming voice, "Actually, ......"

I don't know if it was Uncle Mo Ze's voice that caused trouble, Feng Yan actually grabbed Uncle Mo Ze's hand and listened very carefully.

Looking at this, the curvature of Uncle Mo Zeyang and his lips couldn't help but deepen a little.

After a moment of silence, a man chuckled in a low voice, "I can't say it yet." ”

"Damn!" Hearing this, a certain woman who was looking forward to it instantly exploded, "Fool me?!" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare." Afraid that Feng Yan would do it, Uncle Mo Ze hurriedly encircled the person in his arms, lowered his head and rubbed Feng Yan's head, "Where does this king dare to play tricks." ”

"Humph!" This person is obviously playing tricks on her!

"Good guys, good guys." Uncle Mo Ze continued to rub Feng Yan's head, "Don't be angry, okay?" ”

"Humph!" Feng Yan turned his head.

This marriage decree has not yet reached her hands, and this man dares to play her like this!

Is it too late for her to regret it now?

If it's too late, can an unmarried husband divorce?!

"Okay, okay." Seeing that the girl in his arms seemed to be really annoyed, Uncle Mo Ze surrendered and said, "This king's great ability is ...... It's just eating. ”

"Eat?" With the experience of the past, after hearing this answer again, Feng Yan frowned inexplicably. "What to eat?"

"Eat ......" you! A certain man wanted to say that. But...... Ahem, "Rice." ”

Arouse!

Feng Xiang: "......"

Boy!

She was confused, and she was inexplicably entangled in things for a long time......

It's such a big deal!

Tilted her head and was speechless for a moment, a certain woman looked back silently, raised her hands, and slapped Uncle Mo Ze for a while, "What a great ability!" ”

Honestly......

At first, it was just a joke from her.

Later, if it weren't for this man who used that Gu/bewitched/voice, she wouldn't have become so serious.

In summary......

The topic of jokes still has a joking ending.

"That's right." As soon as he said the meal, Feng Yan suddenly realized something, and turned his eyes to look at Uncle Mo Ze with a strange face, "Have you had breakfast?" ”

"Nope." Uncle Mo Ze shook his head. "Did you eat it?"

"No ......" Her free time was spent struggling with clothes. Where did you think of eating?

"Then let's find a restaurant and have breakfast." Uncle Mo Ze said.

I was silently relieved.

This topic......

It's back on the right track!

"Okay."

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Breakfast is very simple, a bowl of rice porridge and two eggs, basically something that can be solved.

After having a casual breakfast, Feng Yu left Yinyue in the stable behind the restaurant, so that Uncle Mo Ze went to Qianhe Lake hand in hand.

When the two came to Qianhe Lake, the lake was already bustling with a lot of people.

There are those who sit in the leisure pavilion to enjoy the flowers, there are those who pick lotuses in a wooden boat, and there are those who walk on the shore of the lake and feel the breeze.

Coming and going, laughing and laughing......

It is only halfway through the morning of the Ming Dynasty, and the bustle on the shore of Qianhe Lake has already had the grand occasion of rushing to the market.

"Rafting?" Looking at the people on the shore of the lake, Uncle Mo Ze proposed softly.

Neither he nor Yan'er were very noisy.

I thought it would be early in the morning, and it would only be beautiful and quiet.

It was indeed negligent.

"Hmm." Now there are not many people boating in the lake, and there are only a few wooden boats.

"Then I'll go charter a boat first." As he spoke, Uncle Mo Ze planned to walk forward.

But I don't want to......

Before he could take this step, his hand was grabbed.

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