At this time, it was too late to pull his hands, Meng Fuyao curled up his fingers, and simply grabbed the mattress and pulled it, leaning over and grabbing the mattress off, rolling to the ground.
Hugging the cushion in front of him, and rubbing his cheeks with a happy face, Meng Fu shook his legs on the wall of the carriage, turned over, folded his hands on his chest and continued to "sleep soundly".
He vaguely felt that Zong Yue squatted down and pulled the mattress away from her body. When he pulled out the mattress, his hand suddenly stopped, as if he saw something, and then fell silent for a while.
Meng Fuyao closed his eyes, but his thoughts were spinning rapidly - what was he looking at? Oh no, the belt is still in his arms, he moved too much just now, did he see it when he pulled the mattress
And what is that thin strip under the car board just now? Hateful Zong Yue, come back so fast!
While Zong Yue turned around, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes, but he didn't see anything, Meng Fuyao felt relieved, feeling drunk and sleepy, and fell asleep after a while.
It was a good sleep, and when I opened my eyes, the sky was already bright, and the morning light came in through the window paper of Xia Ying's gauze, and hit the face of Zong Yue who was sitting cross-legged opposite, making the cherry-like lips more vivid, and the skin transparent, Like fat jade.
He was dressed in white, sitting on a piece of pure white fox fur with no variegation, like the snow piled up in a jade pond, the moon shining on the floating clouds, clean and pure like unpicked alpine snow lotus, with a kind of extreme cleanliness and light.
Yuan Zhaoxu is noble and elegant, with infinite elegance, and Zhan Beiye is bright and fierce, with a majestic bearing, cloud marks as long as jade trees, and dark pupils like sparks. They are all good men who are rare in the world. Meng Fuyao thinks he is lucky, and he has seen the most beautiful type She won't be amazed by anyone in this life anymore, but Zong Yue under the morning sun today still can't help but be amazed by the flawless and crystal-clear appearance from his muscles and bones.
After sighing and admiring, Meng Fu shook his head and climbed out of the car lightly, when someone behind him said, "Where are you going?"
"Brother Zong, I have something important to do, so it's inconvenient to go with me." Meng Fuyao turned around and said solemnly, "Thank you very much for the generous gift last night, so I will take my leave."
Zong Yue looked up at her, and suddenly smiled slowly.
"Since you know it's a generous gift, how can you just say thank you and leave?"
"Ah?"
"One Dendrobium spring is very precious." Zong Yue said suddenly, "Most people in the world don't know that this wine also has medicinal properties. It is sealed with snow lotus, blood-shou It can cure the stasis of the meridians."
"So what?" Meng Fuyao looked at him with raised eyebrows, feeling something was wrong in his heart.
"The jug of wine we drank last night was entrusted to me by King De of Zhongzhou. He practiced qigong and became obsessed, and his qi and blood stasis could not be cured. He found me in desperation. Now I have just found the three things for him. I’m going to bring him back to Zhongzhou to make wine for him.” He stretched out his slender fingers and pointed to the empty jug on the table, “However, just yesterday, I met a highwayman, and in desperation, this rare and famous wine used to save lives was taken Robbed."
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Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth and stared at Zong Yue—who the idiot thought he was "clean", "clean", "sparkling" and "flawless" just now
Zong Yue remained calm, calm and calm.
Meng Fuyao thought for a while, then suddenly smiled.
"The jug is empty, but I didn't see any spring, let alone the robber—I'm the homeless person you took in last night. Have you ever seen a robber come into the carriage and go with you?"
She finished speaking crisply, clapped her hands, turned around and was about to get out of the car, "As for why your wine is missing... let's ask your stomach." Laughing, Meng Fuyao went to lift the curtain.
"King De has a violent temper, and he will take revenge." Zong Yue's unhurried voice came from behind him.
"So what?"
"If he knows that his life-saving wine has been drunk, he will be furious, um... I heard that his Red Wind Team is good at tracking and assassinating..."
Meng Fuyao's hand to lift the curtain paused in the air, and after a while, she slammed the curtain fiercely, turned around abruptly, and said loudly, "You play so many tricks, don't you just want to keep my aunt and grandma? It's done."
She turned around with big strides, sat down with Dama Jindao, opened the hidden drawer of the small table, and found bad fish, ham, dried bamboo shoots, and hibiscus cakes from the drawer, piled them all up in front of her, and unceremoniously took out the jade cup The silver chopsticks, the chopsticks were like flying, eating and eating, while eating, he said, "If you stay with me, you must support me. From now on, I will ask for no less than this meal every day, and this jade cup and silver chopsticks. I don’t dislike you for using it, so I allocated it to me, as well as clothes, your silver mink is fine, but I don’t like the messy white, you can get me a black one, okay, that’s it for now.”
Zong Yue played with the pot of purple grass, and said lightly, "Okay, but you can't just eat and do nothing, can you? See, are you so fat that you still have a human shape?"
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Meng Fuyao was tongue-tied—am I fat? Am I fat? My figure is punctual and curvaceous. It should be convex or concave and never convex. Why do you have long eyes
This person looks clean and crystal clear like snow, how can he speak so viciously? A man with a sharp tongue, doesn't he feel sorry for his pure white clothes
Meng Fuyao was stunned for a long while, turning his grief and anger into appetite, he sneered after finishing several dishes, "It's nothing to do with you even if I'm fat."
"Relevant." Zong Yue still kept his calm expression, "My boy, you can't be too ugly, you can't be too fat, you can't be too stupid, and you can't be too beautiful."
"Your boy? Who?" Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes.
Zong Yue didn't answer her, first looked her up and down, nodded dissatisfied, and said, "Fortunately, you are not beautiful, you are not smart but you are not stupid, as for fat...you can lose it."
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Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth for a while, then suddenly laughed, nodded, and said, "Fortunately, you are not pretty, not smart, a little fat, and you are obviously a wretched and poisonous man, but you still want to dress yourself up in Yushu Linfeng, thinking I am Ximen Chuuxue, and I have a bad personality, and I am full of lies to bully others and frame you... Although you have many faults, I believe that you can still correct it."
She laughed horribly, and said slowly, "I'll put some thought into training you."
"That's good." Zong Yue was not angry, nodded, and said:
"Then it depends on who trains whom."