In the far north, such as the sand city, the wind is like winter paste, and the gravel is all over the city, and the degraded soldiers are masked to prevent the sand and stones from choking.

On the outskirts of Sand City, a quarry

The stones are piled up, built into a small hill, and are stationed in the east corner, which are large and rough, and they are all chiseled into the mountain.

On the northeast side, there is a low mountain, chiseled like a hollow, thousands of degraded soldiers are here, in addition to eating and sleeping, it is quarrying and guarding the sand city in shifts.

In the cold winter of Lajiu, everyone wore single clothes, quarrying and sweating, and did not feel cold.

Song Ling rode all the way from Yecheng to this place, his cheeks and ears were red from the cold wind.

Thousands of people, their hair is scattered, and their bodies look similar from a distance, but she is among the thousands, and she can recognize his back at a glance, as if she has her own guidance in her heart.

"Murong Ling!" She shouted loudly from afar, and before the horse could stop, she had jumped.

A call, heartbreaking, lovesickness everywhere, but you glance back.

Murong Ling was stunned, he turned around and saw a girl in the distance, dressed in a light green moon skirt, long hair curled into a moon bun on the left, and a few strands of green silk on her sideburns, which were blown by the wind, revealing her eyes like peach blossoms.

I haven't seen her for a few months, she is a little thin, but her face is more and more beautiful and lovely, gradually exuding mature beauty, graceful as crape myrtle's buds waiting to be released.

Somehow, his heart throbbed, and the stone in his hand slipped off at some point. His Adam's apple moved slightly, as if he had some inexplicable feelings that were difficult to speak, but in his heart, slowly took root and sprouted.

Song Ling looked at him, distressed, he had lost a lot of weight, his stubble was growing, his face was still a little smudge, and his handsome and elegant face was slightly vicissitudes at this time.

She didn't dare to think about how much suffering he had endured and how many hardships he had experienced, just looking at the bitter cold place of Shacheng, she knew what kind of life he lived every day.

She couldn't hold back the excitement in her heart any longer, and threw herself into his arms. For months, she rode back, but she couldn't find him. Song Xu didn't allow her to inquire about him, but she couldn't help but go to the street to search for some news about him.

Fortunately, the sky is affectionate, and today, she finally saw him!

Murong Ling didn't refuse, it seemed that he was also waiting for this hug, and he waited for a long time!

He hugged her in his arms, bowed his head and smelled the fragrance in her hair, such as the elegance of autumn laurel, intoxicating.

Song Ling snuggled in his arms, reluctant to leave, and regardless of the strange eyes around him, he only coveted the temperature in his arms.

At this time, she realized that a hug is enough to replace everything.

"I'm coarse and dirty, and I'm covered in sweat, so you don't panic." Murong Ling slowly helped her up and quipped.

Her hairline is fragrant, he is dirty and smelly, and he can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Song Ling reluctantly raised his head from his arms, "It's just the taste of manhood." ”

Murong Ling couldn't help but cry and laugh a little, "I can't see it, you have such a heavy taste!" ”

The words attracted a snickering from Shikyu next to him, Song Ling looked at him with horizontal eyebrows, and then he restrained the smile on his face.

"What do you say?" Song Ling's cheeks flushed, and he raised his hand to fight, but when it fell, it turned into a light pat, right on his heart.

Although it was unintentional, it touched his heart.

"What are you all doing? You don't have to work! ”

Hearing a loud shout, a young man with a long whip in his hand and an official uniform walked over with a swagger.

is really no enmity and no brother, Murong Ling was demoted to Dragon City, and Murong Lin was the steward of Shacheng.

Song Ling saw that he was a little familiar, especially the coldness in his eyes, which was out of age, and she was shocked when she saw it.

In King Wu's mansion, he seems to have seen this young man, as if he is Murong Ling's youngest brother, and he is also the cold-blooded young man who denounces his father and brother in the mouth of Princess Ke Zuhun.

"Is he the one who has brought you here?" Song Ling frowned and asked with an unhappy expression.

Murong Ling was taken aback, and saw that she was about to step forward to fight, so he quickly grabbed her and whispered to her, "You go to the Longshui Inn in Shacheng to stay first, and I will look for you later." ”

"I ......" Song Ling was angry for a while, seeing that although Murong Lin was tall, he should be a year or two younger than her, and he was so ruthless that he grew up!

She has to teach him a good lesson!

As if seeing the hostility in her eyes, Murong Lin shouted again, and his cold gaze shot straight at her, "Idle people, all stand down!" ”

What arrogance! So fierce!

Song Ling had already rolled up his sleeves, and was about to rush over next, but was once again pulled by Murong Ling, "Obedient." ”

Song Ling sighed and had no choice but to give up.

"Then I'll go to the inn first." Although she compromised at this time, her dislike for Murong Lin did not diminish in the slightest.

"Hmm." Murong Ling nodded at her and continued to work.

The hands that used to hold halberds on the battlefield can now only chisel and move stones; It turned out that she could only go back and forth to the corner of the stone pile when she rode the wind-moving waist pole, how could she not feel heartache and regret!

She frowned and walked away, secretly vowing in her heart that she would change this situation for him!

The bright moon hung high, the night was quiet, and a few dogs barked occasionally on the long street of Shacheng, which was the only sound, and no sound could be heard anymore.

This bitter cold place is like a sleeping dead city, waiting for a hero to wake it up.

Shacheng, Longshui Inn

Song Ling carefully fiddled with his long hair in the room, his heart pounding, just waiting for Murong Ling's arrival.

It's just that seeing that the night is getting deeper and deeper, the loss in her heart can't help but increase little by little, could it be that what he said today is just a perfunctory word to her.

Actually, he didn't want to see her.

Or did he have lingering feelings about the affairs of Wu Wangfu at that time, and still thought that she was a fine work sent by the Queen Mother?

......

She thought of a thousand possibilities, and gradually became hesitant, and her hand to comb her hair slowed down.

At this moment, I only heard a few calm knocks outside the door.

It's him who comes!

She staggered to her feet from her chair and opened the door without thinking.

If she had been alone before, she would have been careful, at least by opening the door through a small crack to make sure who was outside, and then make the next move.

It's just that she can't wait to see him, she is afraid, afraid that after a pause, he will disappear.

The man's black hair was tied high, and he changed into a clean robe, and his stubble was gone, and he had already washed. I saw that his eyes were deep and awe-inspiring, like the sun and the moon; The center of the eyebrows is like gathering wind and clouds; The handsome son is just like that year.

She rushed too quickly, and the moment she opened the door, her feet had already taken half a step, only half an inch from his chest, and she still felt the beating warmth.

Song Ling immediately blushed, hurriedly retreated, only looked down at the ground, and began to say, "You're here." ”

Murong Ling couldn't help but chuckle, if the shallow boat crossed the river, there would be a ripple of pampering on his face, which had never been able to withstand the wind and clouds.