For silent nights after nights, she stayed by his side like this, even if she didn't do anything, she would feel very content to look at him quietly, accompany him, and guard him.

Some people are still in a certain position in the depths of their hearts, not separated from time, but growing for people.

In the past thirteen years, whether it is from Chang'an to the present Pingyang, no matter how much hardship and hardship she has experienced, how much she has endured humiliation, no matter how critical the situation is, Murong Chong will do her best to protect her. She was not born into the illustrious royal family, her father and brother were also killed, when she first arrived in Qin, she was only assigned to the Huanyi Courtyard, and was blinded and bullied, but he took her out of the predicament and stayed by her side, from Chang'an to Pingyang.

Murong Chong is a talent in the world, Fu Jian also knows how to make good use of people, I still remember when Murong Chong was just awarded the title of Pingyang Taishou, when Fu Jian asked him what reward he wanted to take to Pingyang, he refused the gold and silver cotton silk, elite soldiers, like beautiful flowers, but only said her name.

From that time on, Song Ling made up his mind, as long as it was what he wanted to do, he would do it, even if it was a bumpy road ahead, and there was no chance of winning; Even if the price is covered in bruises, his life is in danger. In this journey and this life, she will stay by his side at all costs, accompany him to make a comeback, and see him reign in the world.

Seeing that his posture is getting more and more upright, and his martial arts are becoming more and more exquisite, this face is becoming more and more handsome.

There are so many girls who wait in the Taishou Mansion every day just to look at him that they can line up to the city gate.

Murong Chong looked at her, his face became redder and redder under the reflection of the candle flame, and he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle when he looked at her focused and somewhat stupid expression.

"There are so many men in the whole world, and you haven't seen them all."

Song Ling withdrew his hand, leaned on the back of the chair behind him casually, and whispered, "You don't need to look to know that no one will be more handsome than you." ”

"What are you muttering about, you girl?" As if he hadn't heard clearly, Murong Chong approached Song Ling and asked.

The distance between the two narrowed as soon as they got closer, and Murong Chong's beautiful face enlarged in front of Song Ling's eyes, and she could even feel the hot breath exhaled from the bridge of his tall nose.

She looked at him, her heart beating suddenly.

She quickly changed the subject, breathing heavily, "It's nothing, by the way, what does the letter say?" ”

Murong Chong turned around and picked up the paper on the table and handed it to Song Ling without hesitation.

Over the years, he has been cautious and cautious in every step, but he has never deceived her, and he has always consulted with her no matter what kind of confidential information it is.

He couldn't afford to be wary of her, and he didn't need to.

"Han Yan sent a letter to report that Fu Jian was defeated in the water, and only one-tenth of the millions of people remained, and many generals such as Fu Rong were not in the water."

"Ah Ling, the opportunity we have been waiting for for many years has finally come!"

****

Ten days later

The sound of gongs and drums outside the window, the lights are colorful, and the fireworks are bright, which brightens up half of the sky in Pingyang.

Song Ling sometimes looked out the window, sometimes focusing on the account book in his hand.

This month alone, the income of the restaurant and the gambling house exceeded 10 million taels of silver, and there was another amount of money to recruit troops for Yan Wei.

Oh, with her mind, if she goes into business, it should be good.

"What are you smirking at again?" Murong Chong leaned against the door frame and looked at Song Ling with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

When Song Ling saw him, he hurriedly showed the account book in front of him, and said happily, "Take a look, this month's income." ”

Seeing the number of the Zhu pen on it, a smile of appreciation gradually appeared on Murong Chong's face.

She does things, and he is always at ease.

Song Ling looked at him, his silhouette, his smile, like the most dazzling light in heaven and earth.

She had to admit that he was really good looking when he smiled. It seems that the beauty of the whole world is attached to his smile like a dragonfly.

"Well done." Murong Chong closed the account book and couldn't help but praise.

Hearing his praise, Song Ling's cheeks bloomed with two rosy flowers like crimson clouds, and he lowered his head slightly shyly.

After a while, Murong Chong asked softly, "There is a temple fair today, do you want to go out for a walk?" ”

In fact, she has been thinking about going out for a long time after watching the excitement outside tonight.

His careful thinking was always clear to him at a glance.

"Okay." She smiled like a flower arrangement.

****

Tonight, the streets are bustling with colorful lights, street vendors, jugglers, and people.

When a few women with good eyesight saw Murong Chong on the street, they couldn't help but shout, "Look, isn't that Lord Taishou?" ”

"You're so handsome!"

"There is such a handsome man in the world."

****

Within a while, a group of women dressed in various colorful clothes surrounded them. In order to get a glimpse of the appearance of the most beautiful man in the world, those women "went forward one after another" and squeezed into the middle as sensitively as water snakes.

The already bustling streets have become more crowded.

Several times, she felt like she was going to be drowned in this sea of people.

Suddenly, a slightly chubby girl jumped out of nowhere behind her and pushed Song Ling away.

Murong Chong's eyes were quick, and he quickly reached out and grabbed Song Ling, who was knocked to the side.

He held her hand tightly, so firm, so warm. It seems that no matter how many beauties are around him, in his eyes, from beginning to end, she is the only one.

He looked at the more and more women gathered around him, and made a look at her, and Song Ling quickly understood.

One......

Two......

Three......

The two of them silently counted the third time in their hearts together, then held hands, pushed away the dense crowd, and rushed out.

He led her through the bustling crowd and the hustle and bustle of the dust, and the summer breeze in his ears was still as warm as the warm palms of his hands.

The five fingers are clenched, and the lifelines are intertwined.

At this time, the fireworks in the sky bloomed to the fullest, and the sparks sprayed were densely scattered, like a net made of rare treasures, strangely beautiful and tightly netted, he and her.

She looked at such a beautiful night, such a warm him, and suddenly for a moment, she wished that time could stay at this moment forever, and freeze this picture forever.

There is no national hatred and family hatred, there is no rise and fall of the world, as if there is only him and her in this world.

It seemed that they had been running for a long time, until they came to a sparsely populated street corner, and the two of them stopped, gasping for breath.

"Now, the temple fair can't be seen." Murong Chong leaned his back against the wall, looking at the woman with beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, and couldn't help but joke with a smile.

"Then how are you going to compensate me?" Song Ling deliberately spread his hands and pursed his lips to claim to him.

"How do you want to pay?"

"Hmm......," she said, rubbing her head, "let me think about it." ”

Murong Chong looked at her suddenly serious appearance, and couldn't help but shake his head a little funny, "You think slowly." ”

As if suddenly remembering the scene where the group of women came around like bees just now, Song Ling couldn't help frowning. This man is too good-looking, and it's quite troublesome.

"Otherwise, you'll have to cover your face when you go out later." She suddenly said to Murong Chong seriously.

"Ahh Murong Chong was stunned by her headless words, "This is what you've been thinking about for a long time?" ”

This girl, what kind of thinking, what kind of logic.

"Hmm." Song Ling nodded very solemnly.

This requirement is very necessary.

Murong Chong only felt a few black lines suddenly appear on his head, he rubbed his temples helplessly, and said, "Do you have to be masked?" ”

"You have to be masked!" She said firmly.

"Haha......" Murong Chong finally couldn't help it and laughed heartily.

"What are you laughing at, I'm serious now, very serious!" Seeing him laughing non-stop, Song Ling couldn't help but step forward.

"You're not jealous, are you?" He looked at her softly and raised an eyebrow.

"Not really!"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes! I'm just jealous! As soon as the words came out, Song Ling regretted it, and she quickly reached out to cover her mouth.

What's going on, she used to speak through a roundabout brain before she came out.

"Haha......" Murong Chong laughed again.

"Don't laugh!" Song Ling pouted and stomped his feet.

Looking at her blushing face and overwhelmed appearance, it was so cute that he couldn't stop laughing. The days with her can always be full of joy.