Wangcheng in winter is dry and cold.
In this kind of weather, you should sit around a copper pot and eat shabu-shabu, paired with a pot of freshly brewed wine from the owner of the wine shop, and when you are half drunk, you will be able to sympathize with your lover... and you will be able to miss your lover and wrap your clothes The quilt sleeps alone.
There are no wind flowers, and no snow moon, because His Royal Highness Xiao Wang is not at home recently, and he went to the Northeast Camp for inspection, and he will not be back until next month.
The world is peaceful and the rivers and lakes are stable, and the master of Yunmen is in a panic. He has been researching new dishes in the kitchen for seven consecutive days. Finally, on the eighth day, because the mutton was chopped too bloody and the bones were covered with skin, he was punished by the unbearable kitchen lady. Hastened back to the front yard—deprived of even this little pleasure.
Seeing him sighing and sighing, Li Jun seemed to be extremely sad and regretful, so she took the initiative to propose that if she really wanted to cook, she could come to Pingle Palace.
Yun Yifeng asked: "Shall I cook it for you?"
Li Jun's fat body was startled, and she declined again and again: "I don't deserve such a good fortune."
Yun Yifeng looked suspiciously up and down, Li Jun smiled innocently and kindly, trying to show the correct posture of "I don't eat it because I don't want my seventh brother to be jealous", and quickly changed the subject: "Why don't I accompany you Go to the imperial brother's private treasury? I heard that there are a lot of good things in the past two days, and there is a new piano."
Master Yunmen really said: "Oh?"
Li Jun slapped her thigh: "Let's set off now!"
Unfortunately, as soon as the two of them went out, they bumped into a group of hasty rivers and lakes. The person at the head has a beard, a burly figure and a dark face, comparable to Mr. Zhang. Yun Yifeng saw the smoke and dust billowing from the team, so he pulled Li Jun's sleeve and took two steps back, trying to hide away, but the other party got off his horse, clasped his fists and bowed: "Wang Changxiao, the right envoy of the Golden Sword Sect, has seen Allies!"
The sound was like a torrent of bells, causing all the people on the street to look here curiously. Their eyes were probably the same as that of King Pingle at this moment, they were all shocked by this strong sense of chivalry! Worship and envy. The martial arts leader who was forced to take office had no choice but to help him up, and said generously and kindly: "Why did Wang Youshi come, but what happened to the Golden Knife Sect?"
"Yes." Wang Changxiao sighed, "Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to disturb the leader."
Li Jun invited everyone into his mansion, and ordered the servant girls to serve tea and snacks. He was secretly thinking about whether he could listen to this important matter, but Wang Changxiao had already started to talk, without the slightest need. In order to keep it secret, he sat down on the chair with peace of mind and participated in it together.
But it's really not a big deal.
It was nothing more than the fact that the head of the gang was seriously ill, and the group of people below began to be restless. Seeing that the gang was getting more and more chaotic, and the whole family was about to disperse, Wang Changxiao had no choice but to personally lead people to Wangcheng to rescue the soldiers. Justice.
Yun Yifeng wondered: "Where's Liu Yue from the Canglang Gang? He has the leader's order in his hand, and he should take care of the Golden Knife Sect according to his duty. Why hasn't he come forward?"
Wang Changxiao replied, Gang Leader Liu is still practicing, and he will not be able to leave the customs until the Chinese New Year. The Canglang Gang also sent others to the door to coordinate, but their prestige was not enough to suppress the matter.
Yun Yifeng thought about it carefully, and he was right. The Golden Knife Sect has been established for some years, and most of the high-ranking members are old and temperamental, and I am afraid that they will not take the rest of the Canglang Sect apart from Liu Yue in their eyes. Now, since the right envoys of the other party have come to the door, and their words are sincere, they almost cried and begged on the spot. As the leader of the martial arts alliance, he is still obliged to take care of it.
Therefore, under the envious eyes of King Pingle, Master Yun followed the disciples of the Golden Knife Sect and went north to uphold justice.
The old concubine packed the luggage herself, and there were three or four cloaks alone. Hearing that Jincheng was snowing heavily, and when the cold wind blew, her hands would be cracked, so she added a pair of bearskin gloves, and a scarf to wear. When the neck was put together, it was very warm. He didn't look like a martial arts leader anymore, but more like a white and clean young man from a wealthy family in Wangcheng. His shoes and boots were all padded with down feathers, and the words "pampered and treated well" were written all over his face.
When they arrived at the Golden Knife Sect, two groups of people were at war, rolling up their sleeves and preparing to fight.
Yun Yifeng admired the red plums and white snow all the way, and a bit of poetry was just born in his heart, before he had time to sing it out, there was a powerful scolding that combined ancestors, ethics, and laws in his ears, and there was not much elegance in his bones Bookish, he was immediately wiped out. Flicking his sleeves, he raised a wave of snow, separated the twisted two people, and said coldly: "Master Wang is still sick, but you guys are promising!"
This move was fierce, and the snowflakes were like knives. The two people lying on the ground were bewildered, but the rest of the disciples could see clearly that they could have such astonishing internal strength at such a young age, no wonder they were able to occupy the position of leader, so they didn't dare to neglect, and honestly invited him into the meeting living room. Wang Changxiao said in a low voice, "The ones who have been making the most noise recently are the left envoy Wang Feng, the elder Wang Da, and the branch masters Wang Ming, Wang Qingshan, Wang Zi, Wang Li, Wang Huohao, and Wang Xi."
He said seven or eight names in one breath.
Yun Yifeng asked: "Are there any members of the Golden Knife Sect?"
Wang Changxiao replied, "Yes, I."
Yun Yifeng: "..."
Wang Changxiao's attitude was sincere: "It's really so."
Because the right envoy is strong in martial arts, but he has no ambitions. He is a loyal, brave and rough guy. He is very satisfied with his current status, and naturally he doesn't want the Golden Sword Sect to be torn apart, so he took the initiative to mention it again: "I sent disciples There are many, all on the way here, if the leader can't remember these many names—”
"I don't have to remember." Yun Yifeng waved his hand, "Follow me to see the head of the king."
The doctor was still guarding the yard, saying that the old master's illness was really serious, and he was getting old, so he was afraid that he would not be able to bear the burden of worry and fatigue, so it was best to take care of him quietly. Wang Changxiao said in a low voice: "Actually, the head of the sect has separated the affairs of the sect a few years ago. According to his intention, he will wait for the young master to become an adult before taking over the head of the sect."
The young master's name is Wang Song, he is the grandson of the head of Wang, he has just turned thirteen this year, so he is a bit young. At this time, he was guarding the house, looking thin and neat, with admiration for the leader of the martial arts in his eyes, and a bit of childishness, he respectfully clasped his fists and saluted: "I have met the leader."
"Let the head take a good rest." Yun Yifeng said, "Follow me to the back mountain."
Wang Song agreed, first tucked up the quilt for grandpa, and then closed the door lightly, even knowing to lift it slightly when the buckle was buckled, so as not to make a harsh "squeak", which shows that he is also careful on weekdays. There was already a thick layer of snow in the courtyard, but the young man was able to keep his clothes from getting wet. Yun Yifeng became interested and asked him, "How about lightness kung fu?"
The young man said modestly: "It's okay."
"Come and try." Yun Yifeng patted him on the shoulder, "If you can keep up with me, I will give you a good thing."
The lightness skill of Fengyumen is one of the best in Jianghu, Wang Song has heard of it for a long time, and when he saw that Yun Yifeng had gone out, he hurriedly followed. The back mountain of the Golden Knife School is boundless with snow, and there are few people around. The snow can reach knees when you step on it. The boy tucked the hem of his cotton robe into his belt, and walked very easily. His feet felt like he was walking on flat ground. Looking at Yun Yifeng's back in the distance, he secretly thought that the leader of the martial arts alliance is nothing more than that. However, before he could be proud, Yun Yifeng suddenly turned his head and asked, "Are you ready?"
Wang Song was taken aback: "Huh?"
Yun Yifeng swept back, dragging a shallow trace on the snow, and the plain white sleeves opened in the wind, like a snow blown by the wind, it suddenly floated several feet away. The young man was stunned, and when he realized it, how could he catch up again? Even with all his strength, when he finally climbed to the top of the mountain out of breath, Yun Yifeng had already waited alone on the edge of the cliff for a long time. A thin layer of snow fell.
Wang Song said awkwardly: "Leader."
Yun Yifeng asked: "What is that?"
"Huh?" The young man walked up to him, followed his gaze to see a long cableway, and said with a smile, "It's a coup for the brothers to go down the mountain. In the four seasons of spring, summer and autumn, after practicing kung fu on the edge of the cliff, you can go down the mountain." You can hold the steel cable sliding pole and slide down the mountain, and you don’t have to walk hard anymore, and there is a big pool where you can take a bath.”
"Your kung fu is really good, the old master taught it himself, right?" Yun Yifeng asked.
Wang Song nodded, feeling a little depressed: "Grandpa treats me very well."
"The old master fell ill suddenly. You are still young, and you can't deal with your uncle. It's reasonable. Don't blame yourself too much." Yun Yifeng said, "Even the Jiangmen Nine Young Masters took over Jiangmen at the beginning of fourteen years old. When I came back to the villa, I also stumbled and walked through many detours."
The boy kicked the snow: "At home, only the right envoy is willing to help me."
"I'll give you three years first." Yun Yifeng said, "During these three years, the new head of the Golden Knife Sect will remain in charge, and all affairs will be in charge of each according to the previous arrangement of the old head. , should not cause too much trouble. Three years later, I will come to Jincheng again to see if your business has improved."
Wang Song turned to look at him: "Really?"
Yun Yifeng said: "A promise is as good as it gets."
Wang Song nodded: "Okay."
At this time, a group of people appeared in the dark under the mountain. It is likely that the rest of the people in charge of the family heard the news and had no idea, so they also looked here one after another. Yun Yifeng shook his head secretly, and asked again: "Can this cable pulley be used in winter?"
"Yes, but it's a bit cold." Wang Song replied, "When the cableway is frozen, it will become a bit rough, so it's not easy to exert strength."
He took out a pair of gloves from his waist: "Do you want to try the leader?"
"I want to chat with you a few more words. If the people below come up, there will probably be another commotion." Yun Yifeng tried the pulley, "Let's go, go down the mountain first."
The young man clenched the handle tightly, intending to teach him the use of this thing, but he remembered the other party's kung fu just in time - such a powerful person, how can he use his own axe, so he swallowed the words back. Wrap the belt around your wrists twice, push your legs towards the edge of the cliff, and the "ding ding frame" slid down the mountain. As for why it is "ding ding frame" instead of "swish", because in winter, the cableway It was freezing, so it was not smooth.
Yun Yifeng also followed his example, holding the wooden handle with both hands and sliding down. If it is a summer and autumn scene, it should be very comfortable to see the green or golden red mountains, and then enjoy the cool mountain breeze, but in winter, it is a bit too cold, even with the gloves prepared by the old concubine. It was still cold.
Halfway through the slide, Wang Song was blocked by the thick icicles accumulated on the steel cable. With a nimble twitch of his fingers, he untied one wrist strap and hung in the air with only his left hand. With his right hand, he took out a dagger from his leather boot, thinking Shovel those icicles off. Yun Yifeng could see clearly from behind, and secretly sighed that this young artist was bold, and just about to step forward to help, but felt his body suddenly fall down, and his head also "boomed"—the rope in front broke!
As the wind whistled in his ears, Wang Song was shocked. He grasped the pulley with his right hand and looked back hastily, and saw a white shadow floating in front of his eyes. Yun Yifeng held the steel cable with one hand and his belt with the other, pulled the boy into his arms, and ordered in a low voice: "Hold me tight!"
Wang Song used both hands and feet, wrapping around him like a koala. The steel cable was like a huge pendulum, leading the two of them roaring towards the cliff behind, Yun Yifeng took a deep breath, intending to let the two of them roll into a pile of relatively flat snow on the mountainside just before touching the cliff . The gloves had been worn out, and his palms were sore and hot. He gritted his teeth. Seeing that he was getting closer to the cliff, he was just about to jump, but another black figure was pulling the steel cable and slid down rapidly. After grabbing a bag, they brought the big and the young, and fell steadily into the snow.
Wang Song gurgled and rolled a few times in the soft snowdrifts, got up in shock, stared at the man in black with a fierce face in front of him, and hugged him in his arms with a tense expression. With a smirk on his face... The martial arts leader, who also seemed to be panicked, became even more speechless.
Ji Yanran gritted her teeth: "I don't see you in January, but you are good at getting into trouble."
"I'm not..." Yun Yifeng put his arms around his neck, turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Wang Song, "Turn around first, and then plug your ears."
Guessing the identity of the man in black, the boy hurriedly lowered his head, found a secluded place far away, and obediently covered his ears and squatted down.
Ji Yanran said coldly: "Come down."
"I can't come down." Yun Yifeng took the lead to occupy the weak high ground, and complained in a low voice, "My hands are worn out."
Ji Yanran grabbed his wrist, only to see that the palm was bloody and bloody, and the tiger's mouth had been strangled a few times, so she didn't care about getting angry, and frowned, "Be good, so I'll bandage it for you."
"That's fine, don't be angry with me." Yun Yifeng leaned on his shoulder, playing tricks, "If you want to blame, blame that brat, who built such an undurable steel cable, and insisted on pulling me a slip. "
Wang Song squatted under the cliff, unaware that he had become the culprit. Hearing his nonsense, Ji Yanran couldn't laugh or cry, took out a clean veil from her bosom and wrapped it gently around the wound, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts unsteadily." Yun Yifeng hit the snake on the stick and pulled his sleeve, regardless of whether it was his hand that was injured, and it had nothing to do with the symptom of "unsteadiness", just like being broken by someone's leg Ordinary, sticking firmly to him, "Your Highness has been keeping a straight face, if you go up like this, people from the Golden Knife Sect will probably think that our relationship is not good, and the rumors are so unpleasant to spread."
Ji Yanran tied the veil and said, "Go back to the inn and settle the score with you slowly."
"It's easy to say." Yun Yifeng quickly kissed him on the side of the cheek, "Before settling accounts, first settle down the place for me and settle the matter of the Golden Knife Sect."
The corner of Ji Yanran's mouth twitched: "The leader of the martial arts alliance needs me, a member of the imperial court, to take care of the martial arts affairs?"
"If the lord helps, this matter will be settled within half an hour." Yun Yifeng said, "But if the lord refuses to help, then it is possible for me to stay in the Golden Knife School for ten or eight days. Doesn’t the date of settlement have to be postponed again and again? Besides, the Golden Knife faction has a big business, and there must be many people queuing up to see me every day, so they have to go out early and return late.”
It was cold in the mountains, so Ji Yanran took off her cloak, wrapped it around him carefully, and reminded: "Rather than trying to get angry with me now, it's better to save this mouth to say more nice things at night, maybe I will consider letting you go."
Yunmen Master's arrogance was immediately dwarfed by three inches, he bit his lower lip and faltered and hummed, stop talking, I won't talk anymore.
Ji Yanran knocked him on the head, wrapped him in his arms first, and flew up the cliff with one hand holding the hanging steel cable, then went down again, and carried Wang Song like a chicken. return.
All the stewards of the Golden Knife Sect had already gathered on the cliff after hearing the news, and each one was more anxious than the other—whether it was the martial arts leader falling from the sky, the martial arts leader had a secret talk in the back mountain, the martial arts leader fell off the cliff, or His Royal Highness Xiao Wang led the army to suddenly come to the door, His Royal Highness jumped off a cliff to save people, and each piece alone was quite frightening, not to mention stacking them together, it was even more headache.
And the martial arts leader came up with a sentence full of doubts, this steel cable is in good condition, how can it be broken
Everyone in the Golden Knife Sect became paler when they heard the words. What is meant by a good-natured statement? If you listen to this, do you still suspect that we did it on purpose
Yun Yifeng glanced at Wang Song, and said meaningfully: "I heard that the head of Wang has paved the way for the young master a few years ago. Now that all the affairs have been assigned, the Golden Knife Sect should be orderly. It’s working normally, why is it messed up instead?”
Ji Yanran's expression was displeased, and she coldly glanced at everyone. His Highness Xiao Wang's eyes, is that something ordinary people can bear? Immediately, someone was sweating profusely, and said awkwardly: "Yes, yes, maybe the steel cable has been in disrepair for a long time, so it is broken."
At this time, several soldiers had also checked the broken part of the steel cable, and whispered in Ji Yanran's ear, "My lord, the wear mark is very deep, it doesn't look like it was cut artificially."
"Go down the mountain and wait first." Ji Yanran ordered, "After Yun'er handles the matter of the Golden Knife Sect, come back to the station with me."
The soldiers took orders in unison, turned around and went down the mountain. Wang Changxiao clasped his fists and said, "His Royal Highness King Xiao, leader, it's very cold here, so let's go back to the front hall and talk."
The Golden Knife Sect had already prepared the sedan chair, but Yun Yifeng didn't want to be carried around like masters by these people, so he only let Wang Song sit on it, and he and Ji Yanran led the crowd down the mountain. The brazier in the front hall was burning warmly, but everyone in the front hall was sweating coldly. Leader Yun already suspected that someone was behind the scenes when the steel cable broke. The greater the suspicion, don't accidentally become the rafter in the early days, and send your life along with it.
Yun Yifeng moved her handkerchief-wrapped fingers, and said slowly: "About the arrangement of the head of the king—"
"The head's arrangement is extremely comprehensive. It has been implemented for many years, and there have been no mistakes." The lower man faintly felt that he would be the first to be unlucky, so he hurriedly said, "The reason why there is trouble in the gang this time is just the business name. Small matters in the upper echelon have absolutely nothing to do with being the head of the sect."
"That's right." Yun Yifeng nodded, and asked again, "Now that the head of the king is sick, who do you plan to be the head of?"
"..."
There was silence in the hall, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. After a long time, someone said: "The head of the sect is just suffering from a cold. Rest for a while, and you will be able to recover if you think about it."
Yun Yifeng looked at him with a good temper: "So?"
Ji Yanran loosened her fingers slightly, and knocked the lid of the tea bowl back on the rim of the cup with a clang. Although the noise was not loud, it was quite scary in this dead silent and depressing front hall.
Immediately said cleverly: "As for the successor of the head, it is natural to follow the previous arrangement of the head, and we will discuss this matter together after the young master is sixteen years old."
"That's right." Yun Yifeng nodded, "Then do as you said. In the remaining few years, whether it is the illness of the head of the king or the safety of the young master, I will leave it to you here , after Brother Liu leaves the customs, I will tell him again." I added kindly, the Wulin League is busy with everything, I'm afraid I can't come to Jincheng every now and then to uphold justice for the Golden Knife Sect, and I invite you all sorry.
Wang Changxiao said loudly: "Leader, please don't worry, we will definitely supervise the young master, and we will not slack in martial arts and writing, so we can take up the responsibility of the leader as soon as possible!"
In a few words, it seems that the future of the Golden Knife Sect has been decided so lightly—but it can only be so lightly, otherwise what else? The meaning of the leader of the martial arts alliance is already quite obvious, and one more His Royal Highness King Xiao who will come with troops, I am afraid that even the head of the king who is sick and comatose would never have dreamed that such a big Buddha would be ushered in his home.
Yun Yifeng said modestly: "Then thank you all."
After the crowd dispersed, Yun Yifeng chatted with Wang Song for more than half an hour, mostly teaching him how to behave in the world. The young man said gratefully: "Is it true that the leader won't stay here for two more days? Uncle Wu has a few jars of good wine, older than me."
Yun Yifeng was quick-witted, and wine was the second priority, but thinking of His Royal Highness Xiao Wang's words "settle accounts" in the mountains, he immediately felt that staying in the Golden Knife School for a few days would not be a bad idea. Just looking at Ji Yanran, he became honest again in an instant, and he just smiled, "You don't have to be so polite, the prince and I have important matters to discuss, so we have to go back to the barracks as soon as possible."
Wang Song pursed his lips and said with a stiff expression, "Yes."
Yun Yifeng thought about it for a long time afterwards, what does it mean that he is smiling like a smirk? How can a thirteen-year-old kid be able to see his family status at a glance, so bold enough to laugh at the leader? This arena is really unreasonable.
But there was no time to settle accounts with that brat. After leaving the Golden Knife Sect, Ji Yanran rolled up Yun Yifeng with his cloak, rode his horse and left Jincheng together, and went to the camp of the Northeast Army in Lincheng. Fearing that it would be too cold in the tent, he simply let him stay in the inn in the city. In the guest room, the brazier was burning vigorously, hot tea and snacks were placed on the table, the bed was also covered with brand new thick quilts, and even the soft shoes were padded with snow-white quilts. Fur, I don't know how to prepare so thoroughly in such a short period of time.
Yun Yifeng asked: "Is it a violation of military regulations for the prince to treat me so favorably?"
Ji Yanran took out the wound medicine: "Stretch out your hand."
Yun Yifeng lay on the table and stretched out his arms: "My lord's tone doesn't seem like he wants to give me medicine, but it seems that the master wants to hit me on the hand."
"Which gentleman can cure you." Ji Yanran untied the handkerchief, just about to pour the medicine powder on the wound, but she was afraid that he would hurt, so she pulled him to sit on the side of the bed, and wrapped him into her arms, "Close it When I heard that you were in Jincheng, I happily went to pick you up, but I never thought that I would see you jumping off the cliff as soon as I went up the mountain."
The palms were tingling, and Yun Yifeng was in no mood to argue that he didn't jump off a cliff, so he gasped and said, "Be gentle."
Ji Yanran felt distressed again, and felt that his cautious appearance was cute, so she smiled and kissed his cheek: "Be good, and I will be gentle."
"Yeah." Yun Yifeng leaned against his chest, "I want to visit the Northeast Army Camp."
"Tomorrow, it's too late today." Ji Yanran rewrapped him with a new bandage, "Lao Zhang came to me just now and said that I still have something to do, I'll go over and have a look, and I'll be back as soon as possible, just take a good rest rest."
While talking, the people in the barracks came to invite the prince again, as if there was really no delay, Yun Yifeng sent Ji Yanran out, and told him: "Go early and come back early."
His Royal Highness Xiao Wang embraced the slender waist and rubbed it on his forehead: "Yes."
The little soldier on the other side was only seventeen years old. He had never seen such a battle of love before, so he quickly lowered his head in fright, not daring to look any more. I only took a sneak peek from the corner of my eye, and the layers of clothes looked like snow, but they were really... beautiful.
And the good-looking Yunmen Master, who was standing behind the door with a serious face at this time, heard the sound of footsteps fading away, and hurriedly called the innkeeper, and ordered him to prepare hot water for a bath, and after scrubbing himself clean with one hand, Get into bed, sleep.
In the barracks, everyone heard that Yun Yifeng was in Lincheng, so they would not delay Ji Yanran for too long, they only picked up important matters, and it didn't even take half an hour, so they beat His Royal Highness Xiao Wang again Welcome back to the city.
"My lord." The guard in charge reported, "Master Yunmen has been sleeping in his room and hasn't gotten up to eat."
Ji Yanran frowned: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"I didn't ask for a doctor, it should be because I'm tired."
The two outside the house were talking in low voices, and inside the house, Yun Yifeng was listening carefully, and when the door rang, he quickly closed his eyes, as if he had been in a coma for a hundred years.
"Yun'er." Ji Yanran sat on the edge of the bed, tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand, "Are you hungry?"
Yun Yifeng's stomach groaned untimely, in this quiet bedroom, she was quite insane.
Ji Yanran laughed out loud, and hugged him up: "If you want to pretend to be asleep, why don't you put your belly on it first."
Yun Yifeng shook his head: "No pretense, really." His attitude was sincere and resolute.
"I don't know what you looked like when you just woke up?" Ji Yanran tapped on his forehead, "Go and wrap a thicker cloak, I asked the kitchen to cook your favorite fish porridge."
The big white fish in the snow cave in the Lincheng Ice Field has no muddy smell at all, and it does not need to be carefully cooked. Boiling it in white water and adding a little salt can freshen the eyebrows. There are also a few refreshing small pickles, eating a small bowl on this cold winter night will warm the whole body.
Sleepiness is gone.
After washing up, Yun Yifeng was behind the window, listening to the roar of the snow blowing outside: "Compared to the howling ghosts and howling wolves on Misty Peak, it's still less interesting."
"I knew today, when I went up the mountain, I should have squeezed into your room to sleep." Ji Yanran circled him from behind, "Wasting a good time alone."
Yun Yifeng turned her head: "When the prince saw me at Fengyumen for the first time, what was he thinking?"
Without hesitation, Ji Yanran replied: "I was thinking at the time, where did such a big fairy come from, as if he had just walked out of a painting on auspicious clouds, with a graceful demeanor like a peerless jade, a beautiful person, and a nice voice , the kung fu is still high, and I am immediately fascinated... Hiss, don't pinch anyone!"
Yun Yifeng let go of his hand, letting go of the pitiful little piece of red flesh: "Speak well."
Ji Yanran rested her chin on his shoulder, pretending: "You didn't want to listen to your love. I didn't think about anything at the time, I just wanted to find the Buddha beads and relics as soon as possible."
Yun Yifeng said: "Yes."
"What about you?" Ji Yanran casually said, "What were you thinking when you first saw me, blood ganoderma?"
"In addition to the blood ganoderma, I'm still thinking, so this is the famous His Royal Highness Xiao Wang." Yun Yifeng smiled, "The sole commander of the Black Flood Dragon Battalion, the invincible general, is so young, and the description in the same story is complete. no the same."
Ji Yanran asked: "What's in the words?"
Yun Yifeng thought for a while, and made a grimace at him: "That's it."
Ji Yanran was amused by him, took a bite of that pink and soft neck, and carried him back to the bed. Between the bed tents is the pleasant scent of jasmine, which is Yun Yifeng's favorite, and now it is Ji Yanran's favorite, it permeates the heart with every trace, creating a charming taste that only the two of them can understand.
Yun Yifeng had an injury on his hand, and he couldn't touch it or press it down, so His Royal Highness Xiao Wang said concisely: "Come up."
"..."
Master Yunmen moved back: "Actually, I can just lie down... Hey!"
Ji Yanran grabbed his collar and pulled him onto her body.
The bed curtain was lifted up flutteringly, and then fell down layer by layer, completely covering the spring in the bed.
The two haven't seen each other for several months, why did the ancients say that a small farewell is better than a newlywed.
The guards at the gate had a tacit understanding. They collectively moved out of the eighteen miles and patrolled the yard instead. Although it was colder, it was safe. After all, some voices could not be heard, otherwise they would be silenced by the prince.
It wasn't until midnight that the bedroom was barely quiet.
Ji Yanran carefully fed him a glass of water, and coaxed him softly, "Go to sleep."
Yun Yifeng thought about it and asked: "Are you still going to the military camp tomorrow?"
"Go, wait until you wake up, don't worry." Ji Yanran put the cup away, went to bed and carried her back into her arms, "Get a good rest first."
Yun Yifeng responded with a hoarse voice, and wanted to chat a few more words, but when he closed his eyes, he was soaked by the night, and falling asleep seemed to be just a matter of a moment. Ji Yanran was still asking: "What did Yun'er just say?"
His only answer was the sound of breathing.
Ji Yanran laughed, squeezed her slightly parted soft lips, and fell asleep at the same time.
The eaves are ticking and the snow is melting, tomorrow should be a sunny day.