Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Fox Fur Is Not Warm

In the world, in the inn, there are still oranges in the residual snow pressing the branches, and the frozen snow is about to sprout.

Lord Ying wore Yunsheng's cloak in the courtyard, looking at the tightly packed holly pressed by the snow, under the silver white, the touch of green was extremely eye-catching, and he wondered in his heart: such a cold day, but can't it extinguish the hope in its heart?

Just as she was thinking about it, she heard the proprietress greet her at the door:

"Girl, I've been standing in the snow for a long time, and I'm careful to get cold."

Lord Ying looked up at her, smiled, and obediently returned to the house, and saw some soy milk fritters on the table in front of the proprietress, so he sat down and ate unceremoniously.

The proprietress saw that she was eating sweetly, so she sat opposite her and looked at her with a smile, and asked:

"It's yours. Messire? ”

Lord Ying put a mouthful of soy milk in his mouth for a long time, swallowed it, raised his eyes to look at the proprietress, and said slowly:

"Boss, I'll ask you something...

Yun Sheng came to the inn at about dark, and there was always a little reluctance in his heart:

The county lord's fever subsided last night, so take a rest today, you should be able to go back, right?

In the face of the county lord, he always has an inexplicable irritability, he can't get rid of it, but he can't completely ignore it, in fact, he has nothing to do with his own half a dime, why is he so unbearable?

Yun Sheng shook his head, stood at the door of the room and hesitated, reached out and knocked on the door, almost at the same time, the door suddenly opened, and Lord Ying smiled at him:

"Yunsheng, come in, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Saying that, he took Yun Sheng's arm affectionately and pulled him into the room, the dishes on the table had already been prepared, and a pot of wine was warmed on the stove next to him, and the wine spit out a spicy fragrance at the high temperature, it should be bamboo leaves, right?

When Yunsheng and Lan Yi were in the Western Regions, they both liked rough liquor, and when they came to the Central Plains, they also searched for fine wine, and when they had nothing to do, they drank with Lan Yi. But since entering the national capital, it has not been touched for a long time, and the smell of wine hit, his nose fanned a few times, and he couldn't help but be vigilant:

"County Lord, I'm here to pick you up and take you home."

Lord Ying posted it, Yun Sheng hurriedly let it, she didn't force it, laughed, and said heartily:

"Okay, after this meal, I'll go back."

He sat down on the chair first, and when he saw that Yun Sheng was still standing still, he got up and pulled Yun Sheng again:

"You eat with me, you can go back after eating, look, the boss's skills are very good, not worse than the back kitchen in our house."

The pulling hand was quite strong, Yun Sheng couldn't break free, so he had to sit down at the table, and sat down looking at all this in front of him, Lord Ying glanced at him obliquely, filled the cup in front of him, and handed it to him under his lips in his hand:

"This is the best bamboo leaf green, try it?"

Yun Sheng tilted his head, and the county lord forcibly forced him for a long time, but he still couldn't succeed, so he sat opposite, drinking and looking at Yun Sheng with a smile.

Seeing that she lingered for a long time and still had no intention of ending, Yun Sheng finally couldn't help it:

"County Lord, it's not early, it's already snowing when you come, and if you delay it any longer, it will be even more difficult. If he doesn't return to the house, the prince will be angry and guilty... ”

Lord Ying still shook the wine cup unhurriedly:

"What's the hurry? If it's hard to do it, you won't go back, so what's so hard to choose? Father is worried about me? Scold.. My father is worried about me, so he won't marry me to Zhang Shun's coward! ”

The strength of Zhuye Qingjiu is relatively large, although she can drink but is not good at drinking, she is already drunk and slightly drunk after a few glasses, her face is crimson, looking at Yunsheng sitting there seriously, her heart is obsessed, and she doesn't care about it:

"Yunsheng, I like you, why don't we elope?"

Yun Sheng was shocked, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of big black and white eyes staring at him with the county lord staring at him, which was an undisguised affection, he couldn't face it or answer, so he lowered his eyes and thought:

This kind of woman is really.,I really don't know.。。 Audacious and bold!

But his eyelids drooped and he was silent. Lord Ying smiled slightly, calculated the time in his heart, and said in his heart:

Why doesn't it work? Don't be fake, right?

Looking at Yun Sheng more closely, the already lowered eyelids seemed to close slowly, and the body that had been sitting upright slowly swayed and slowly fell on the table.

Lord Ying's great joy:

Hmph, no matter how careful you are, you can't escape the wrist of the county lord, you guard against poisoning in the wine and food, but you don't know that this wine is the antidote to the dispersion of the will! ”

Proud in his heart, he stood up and walked to a corner of the room, and the wine in the cup was poured down, and the incense was extinguished.

She laboriously helped Yun Sheng to lie down on the bed, looking at the haunting face, the face was sleeping soundly and snoring, so she kissed it gently, and began to tremble with her hands to free Yun Sheng's clothes, but when she retreated to Yun Sheng's underwear, she paused, her face was like a cloud, but it was only a moment of hesitation, and she continued...

The night was already dark and solid, the snow was still flying outside the window, and the sound of cowering birds and birds was not heard at all, and Rao was so, without the cold air condensed under the feet of the black-clothed masked man to make the warmth desperate.

Lord Ying stood in front of the bed and looked at the naked Yunsheng, and didn't seem to know what to do next:

Isn't it okay to just lie next to him? Alas, the boss should have been asked

After pondering it again and again, he still lifted the corner of the quilt and lay down beside Yun Sheng, covered Yun Sheng and himself with the quilt, and closed his eyes worriedly.

The black-clothed masked man shook his head, twisted his fingers, and a thin stream of smoke shot into Yun Sheng's face, hovering on his forehead for a long time, and finally melted into Yun Sheng's body between exhaling and inhaling.

Yun Sheng in his sleep suddenly felt unbearable heat, and his limbs seemed to have infinite tension to break him, he was eager to vent this crazy enthusiasm, and after struggling frantically on his chest with both hands, he suddenly grabbed the arm of Lord Ying, turned over and hugged him...

The masked man in black then left the peeping window, shook his head and sighed and walked away.

There were so few pedestrians on the street that a cloud of falling snow a hundred meters away could not bear the weight of the snow because the branches and leaves could not bear the heavy base of the snow, and the rustling sound when turning over and throwing himself to the ground was also heard by the masked man in black without pulling a trace, of course, the sound of the branch breaking in the air made his mind chase after him.

Finally, in a quiet and uninhabited place, he intercepted the vague figure.

The snow is boundless, the silver is shining, one black and one white, standing in the inky forest, the black-clothed masked man slowly pulled down his scarf, the handsome face with scars, his eyes burning:

"Don't come unharmed, my. . . Bro? ”

The man in white smiled:

"Don't be close, it seems that the master and his old man didn't allow you to return, right?"