Yan Qing knew Feng Lingye's hobbies, and after chatting a few words, she took out a few oil-paper wrappers from the basket, put them on the table and slowly opened them, and a tempting sweet fragrance of preserved fruits came to her face.

"This is dried apricots?" Feng Ling's night eyes lit up slightly, and he moved his lips.

Yan Qing pushed it in front of her, looked at her greedy appearance, and said with a smile: "This is what I personally dried, can you taste it?"

The dried apricots were golden, she picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, it was sweet and sour, and sure enough, it was the same as the taste that Duan Junmo often gave her.

In my mind, I suddenly remembered her boring and lonely days in the harem, all thanks to the preserved fruits he brought with her a hint of sweetness.

After the two finished chatting, when Feng Lingye sent Yan Qing out, Yan Qing took her hand, a little reluctant, "I don't have many friends here, and this is an important place in the military camp, ordinary people are not allowed to come and go at will, if you are free, come and see me more, okay?" ”

"Yes, don't worry." She smiled and bowed her head.

Walking out of the courtyard, Duan Junmo was wiping his big wide knife there, due to the hot weather, so today he wore a white wide robe, the whole person looked much more refreshing, the sleeves were rolled up high, revealing a strong and slender forearm, the knife sharpening action was free and casual, the breeze came slowly, the ink hair was wasted, and there was a trace of nobility.

Seeing the two of them coming out, he stopped his movements, "Gone?" ”

"Thank you for the invitation, Yan Qing will definitely visit her again another day, and I will leave today." Yan Qing brushed her body, even if she was on the side, her demeanor was still elegant and decent.

He bowed slightly, then withdrew his gaze.

After Yan Qing walked out of the courtyard, she asked Feng Lingye to stop.

After Feng Ling saw her away, he turned around and looked at the moving tiger's head, domineering and majestic, such a weapon is rare, and I am afraid that he asked him to tailor it for him.

She sat down on the small stool across from him, looked at the big knife that was almost as tall as hers, and hesitated for a while, "Can I give it a try?" ”

He raised his eyes, and there was some surprise in his eyes as deep as stars, and then frowned slightly, "What are you doing with a man's knife?" ”

"Have you heard Mulan's story?" She asked quietly.

He naturally heard it, and his face was serious, "Mulan has no eldest brother, and there is no man, you have me." ”

After speaking, he silently added, "I asked you to dress as a man because I didn't want the men in the barracks to worry, not because I really wanted you to become a man." ”

She looked at this big knife, and really wanted to mention it for a long time, so she didn't stop, "Why do you want to take such a big knife?" ”

"The battlefield is not a competitive field, and you don't need too fancy martial arts, you use strength." He saw what she meant, and sighed slightly, "You really want to try?" ”

She looked at him and nodded.

He got up, stabbed the tip of his knife on the ground, hilt in his hand, and raised his chin at her.

She grasped the hilt of the knife, but he let go of his hand, and told him uneasily, "If you can't pick it up, throw it away."

She pursed the corners of her lips, then lifted them upward, the big knife not moving.

The complexion is red.

This knife...... It's really heavy.

She gritted her teeth, tilted the blade slightly, and then raised it up, still unmoving.

At this moment, she only felt that her body was encircled, and a pair of wide hands grasped her, and then the big knife was lifted in an instant, and it swung into the air, and then, with her body turned.

With a flick of the wrist, the blade reversed direction and slashed straight behind him.

He led her backwards, the blade brushing the bridge of his nose, and then, the two of them flew up, stepped on the wooden pillar, and where the big knife went, the grass and flower pots were cut in half.

Her eyes widened and she wanted to stop, but she couldn't tolerate her.

At this time, Hu Bao rushed over when he heard the sound, and when he saw a messy courtyard, he immediately wailed, "General, Hai Pingwei, are you going to raid your house?!" ”

The corners of Duan Junmo's lips hooked, evil and intoxicated, holding the big knife, and fell straight towards Hu Bao.

Hu Bao was shocked, his face was pale, and he stayed in place in a daze.

In a flash of light, the big knife was actually inserted into the scabbard beside him.

He sat on the ground with weak legs, looking at the two culprits who were still laughing, with a look of resentment, too ...... What a nonsense!

"Exciting?" Duan Junmo turned around and looked lightly at the woman with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

She immediately restrained her smile, looked at him, and replied lukewarmly, "Boring." ”

Looking at her back as she entered the room, he pursed his thin lips, and the smile in his eyebrows and eyes was clear and clean.

If you don't like flowers and plants, you don't like big knives, and there is only one phoenix night in this world.

Jiangyin Mountain.

Vast Star Cliff.

The sky was clear and as deep blue as the sea.

The bright stars, like pearls dotted on the night sea, are beautiful and blurry, soft and intoxicating.

The soft moonlight, sprinkled on a large white epiphany, is like a dream.

In the center of the epiphany, a man in white held loess in his hand, and sprinkled it little by little into the dirt pit in front of him.

Inside, a fine mask, a dagger, and a smoky purple skirt were gradually covered in mud and eventually buried in the earth.

A silver tombstone stands in front of it, which is considered a well-dressed mound.

He gently stroked the three words carved countless times on it, his eyes were soft and lingering, "Ling'er, this will be your home in the future, do you like it?" ”

As if he could hear her response, his eyebrows and eyes were full of sorrow, and he was slightly clearer, "When I take care of the affairs in the court, I will come here to accompany you, and watch the rise and fall of the morning and the sunset, and the flowers bloom." ”

He gently snuggled his head on the tombstone, holding a porcelain white wine jug, while pouring in front of the tombstone, while drinking alone, looking at the blooming epiphany in front of him, his eyes were full of endless tenderness and yearning.

"The loquat in Baishantang has bloomed, and maybe it will be able to bear your favorite fruit this autumn."

"Let's call Sister Cui, go incognito together, do what you like, open a Baishantang, you are the boss, and I am the doctor."

"If you're tired of it, let's go to the Western Regions, the Ming Kingdom, the Rong Kingdom, any country you like."

......

The epiphany is bright and beautiful, and in the hazy moonlight, it is like a white dream.

She seemed to stand among the flowers, smiling at him, like a butterfly, dancing among the epiphany, and turning back to tell him loudly and cheerfully what she wanted to do, what she wanted to eat, what she wanted to wear.

"Ling'er ......"

He held the tombstone tightly, his white and slender five fingers were scarred, all the marks left by the carving knife, and the dark circles under his eyes made him look haggard and old.

A tear fell down the tombstone and slowly slid into the dirt.

"I miss you so much."

The agency is exhausted, just to smile and complete her life's long-cherished wish.

Now the peach blossom spring is still there, but the beauty is gone.

Man is determined to win the sky, but a lie in a prosperous world, like a moth to a fire, life and death are separated.

The fireworks are brilliant and fleeting.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

It was short-lived, and it couldn't wither.

Memories are the most beautiful, but they are always the most hurtful.

Towards the White City.

Standing under the same starry sky, she sat on a chair, looking at the stars in the sky, thoughtful.

It has been less than a month since she came to Baicheng, and she feels as if she has lived here for a long time.

Whether it is the friends around her or her living habits, she seems to integrate quickly, and she doesn't feel uncomfortable or difficult at all.

But after thinking about it, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, whether it is a harem or a side stopper, she can only be so safe now, thanks to his protection, right?

"What do you think?" A voice came from behind him, as if softened by the beautiful night, and became quiet and calm.

She didn't look back, only replied lightly: "I'm thinking, how long have I been here."

"If you don't like it, I can take you out where you want to go." He sat down next to her, his tone idle, as if he could resign at any moment.

She didn't reply, because deep down in her heart, it was just fine.

The two were silent for a while, but neither of them felt embarrassed.

After a long time, he slowly spoke, "The third sister has found it." ”

Her eyes flickered, and she quickly turned her head to look at him.

He looked sideways at her, as if with a hint of helplessness, "She is in the Ming Kingdom, she is the prince's side concubine, and now she has a little son, and she is doing well." ”

"So......" she abruptly stopped.

He understood what she meant, and bowed slightly, "She knows that you are still alive and very happy, but she already has her own flesh and blood, and I am afraid that she will not be able to reunite with you." ”

"It's fine," she wanted to laugh, curling the corners of her mouth, but in vain, "with me, maybe it's not as good as it is now." ”

"The third sister is a smart person, the prince of the Ming Kingdom is bloodthirsty and addicted, she was able to give birth to a child for him in that environment, and she could also become a side concubine, which shows that she is living a good life." He patted the back of her hand lightly and said softly and comfortingly, "Everyone has their own life they want to live, and so do you." ”

She nodded slowly and looked at him, "Thank you for bringing me the news of my third sister." ”

He sighed, reached out and rubbed her head, forcing her to look at him, frowning and asking, "When can't you be so polite?"

She took his hand away, a little speechless, "Don't make a fuss." "Always rubbing her hair like this, she's not a big dog.

"Lin Feng's wife, Lin Shi, is pregnant." He said with a smile.

She looked slightly happy, "So fast? ”

"Yes," he took a deep breath and cheekily took her hand again, "when, let's make one too, do you like a son, or a daughter?" ”

She opened her mouth, and was about to return to her daughter more, but halfway through she realized that she was almost taken crooked by him, and immediately withdrew her hand, frowning, and said, "You can make it yourself."

"How do you make it by yourself?"

He asked, and then, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if smiling, "Hooligans." ”

She opened her eyes and looked at him with a stunned expression, why did she become a hooligan?

After careful reflection, she immediately thought about where his brain had gone, and suddenly she didn't want to say more to him, so she got up and wanted to go back to the house.

He grabbed her, with a hint of flattery in his smiling eyes, "Okay, I won't make trouble." It's hot in the house, and we'll go into the house together. ”

Hearing this, she frowned and sat down.

The summer on the frontier does come earlier than in Kyoto, and when I go back to the house at this moment, I guess I have to sweat in the house again.

"Shall I sing to you?" Seeing her frowning slightly and her calm little face, he couldn't help laughing.

As soon as the words came out, she looked at him with some surprise, "You can still sing?" ”

"Not only can I sing and play with a big knife, but I can also draw, play the piano, play chess, and compose poetry." He has long eyebrows and sideburns, his eyebrows are cold and deep, and the corners of his mouth are smiling, with a touch of innate arrogance and confidence.

This kind of Duan Junmo is a little less indifferent and alienated, and more cynical, but the whole person is more shining and eye-catching.

She looked away and whispered, "Sing." ”

"Would you like to hear it?" He leaned in and asked.

The scorching breath gently floated to her neck socket, and she immediately moved away uncomfortably, and replied lightly: "If it sounds good, I naturally want to hear it, if it doesn't sound good, I don't want to listen to you hum again in this life."

He smiled lightly, if she continued to be so arrogant forever, he couldn't guarantee that one day he would be tempted to swallow her alive.

Quietly moving the stool closer to her, she immediately glared at him sensitively, "Sing and sing, what are you doing so close?" ”

"It's not good to disturb the neighbors," the corners of his lips hooked, and he continued to approach lightly, "Besides, I don't want the third person to hear it." ”

She pursed her lips, a little unable to stand him so exquisite, so she had to rely on him.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he leaned in an inch away from her ear, took a deep breath, and then began to sing softly.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost."

"The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side."

As soon as you open your voice, it is a subwoofer full of magnetism, low and deep, and the man's unique low chant and shallow singing, with full of charm, instantly conquers the audience.

Blessed with a good voice, rolling up a faint and scorching breath, like a white spray on the sea, rolling in.

Her ears were slightly red, bewitched by his beautiful and sultry singing, she wanted to resist, but she was reluctant to interrupt, so she listened to it so contradictoryly, and gradually, she was brought into another realm by him.

"Tracing back to it, the road is long and obstructive."

"It's like being in the middle of the water."

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