In Fu Tingyun's mind, Zhao Ling is very skilled in martial arts, and three or five strong men are no match for him, let alone her.

Zhao Ling was gently pushed by her and fell to the ground. She couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhao Ling smiled bitterly: "I'm happy today. I've drunk too much. I'm still dizzy until now. I've been squatting on the ground just now, and my feet are a little numb..."

Fu Tingyun was both funny and angry, but she still felt sorry for him in her heart and hurriedly helped him: "Hurry up, get up!"

Zhao Ling took the opportunity to shake her hand.

Delicate and soft as jade, his thumb couldn't help but rub her back.

But he was secretly glad in his heart. Fortunately, he was thinking about his affairs with Fu Tingyun, thinking about talking to her after the dinner tonight. When Si Baihu and others toasted, he only drank a few drinks and pretended to be drunk. Otherwise, how could Fu Tingyun come to see him? How could he have the chance to say what he said in his heart? Not to mention that Fu Tingyun immediately forgave Meng Lang because of pretending to fall... After all, it was because Fu Tingyun had him in his heart...

The thought flashed, and a thousand tenderness suddenly arose in his heart, so how could he let go?

Fu Tingyun's face suddenly turned red with shame, and she secretly cursed Zhao Lingdeng's disciple in her heart.

Somehow, he became like this, and gave him three points of color and thought about opening a dyeing room. He also thought about his ruffian words just now, "I knelt at the gate and shouted to marry Miss Fu's Jiu". He was so funny.

The Fu family said that she died of illness and he ran to propose marriage. What happened? It was not enough to make the whole story known and her father was so angry that he was half angry.

However, perhaps my father would have no choice but to agree to this marriage due to the Fu family's face.

But in this way, if you lose the worst, you will be afraid that you will feel a lot of resentment when you get along with your husband and son-in-law in the future.

"You scoundrel!" She couldn't help but say coquettishly, "You have more ambitions... If you do this again, I will ignore you from now on!" Then she thought again, could it be because she couldn't let him go first and every time she accommodated him first, so he didn't take himself seriously, so he was so lazy that he couldn't do so?

I felt countless grievances and tears filled my eyes.

Zhao Ling only hoped that Fu Tingyun would be happy, but she felt a little sad. She hurriedly used her sleeves to help her wipe her tears, coaxing her softly like coaxing a child: "Don't cry, don't cry! It's all my fault!" She almost said what you would eat when you buy candy.

Seeing that he was panicked, Fu Tingyun felt a little panic between his eyebrows, and there was no calmness and calmness in his usual daily life. He knew that it was all because of his own, so he couldn't help but turn anger into joy and laughed out loud.

That smile came from the depths of my heart, like the blooming flowers, shining brightly.

Zhao Ling looked at her foolishly, and after a while, she came to her senses. She knew that Fu Tingyun didn't really blame him from the beginning. She felt inexplicably happy and hugged her in her arms: "Nannan, don't be angry anymore. We will go back to have fun tomorrow morning."

He murmured against her ears, and the heat from his nose squirted around her neck, making her body instantly hot.

"Who, who will be happy with you?" She shyly pushed him, "I, I will go back to Zhangye early tomorrow morning."

"Why?" Zhao Ling held her shoulders with both hands, looked at her with a burning look, her face full of surprise.

Has she not forgiven him yet?

Fu Tingyun was so nervous that he was so nervous that he didn't dare to look directly at him by his serious and scorching eyes.

She lowered her eyelids: "I, I'm just here to see if you are fine... Since you are fine... Asen and his family... and Zheng Sanniang, take Linchun with him..."

How could Zhao Ling believe such a clumsy excuse? He stared at her without blinking.

Fu Tingyun felt more and more panic, and anger surged up.

If you want to blame him, you blame him. He did nothing wrong, so why should you be humble in front of him, as if you did something wrong?

"It's all you!" She turned her face away, "I let Miss Tang live in the yamen for a while, which made me gossip outside, and even had dinner with her deskmate, which made me misunderstand..." When she said this, her voice was a little choked, "I, I'm sobbing... I won't go anywhere... I want to go back to Zhangye."

Zhao Ling understood.

She rode her horse out of town, and people always saw her. She was afraid that she would be laughed at if she went there.

Thinking that all this arose because of himself, Zhao Ling's heart was filled with tenderness and could hardly suppress the overflow.

He hugged her in her arms very gently, gently stroked her silky black hair, and said in her ear: "Good Nannan, I have my own opinions, I will definitely not make people laugh at you. You just follow me and have fun. I am busy with things and can't leave. You finally come here, so you have to stay for a few more days." As he said that, his voice lowered a little, "Let me take a good look at you!" and murmured, with a kind of ambiguous heartbeat.

For some reason, Fu Tingyun thought of the eyes he looked at her when she was soaked by the river, and the carriage made her dizzy white body, shy and angry, her face suddenly turned red, she raised her eyebrows and stared at Zhao Ling and said, "What Nannan, Nannan, my name is Fu Tingyun, my little name is Quanhui, what are you calling randomly?" Before she finished speaking, she saw a smile rippling like water waves in Zhao Ling's eyes, and it became bigger and bigger, flowing directly to his

The corners of the eyebrow: "'Tingyun', Songyun's Festival, a good name! As for Quanhui," he pondered, "'The charm of the osmanthus tree, the erotic cymbidium and Xinyi'... I guess...... Xinyi is also called Zimalan. In the south of the Yangtze River, it blooms in February, but the spring in Shaanxi is coming a little later. The flowering period is usually between March and April. Could it be that you were born in March and April? And when you were born, the purple magnolia bloomed, so the small word is called "Quanhui"?"

No matter how calm Zhao Ling is, after all, she is just a young man in his early twenties. In front of her sweetheart, she can't help but want to do something amazing to see her and please her, so she naturally wants to make a sensation.

Fu Tingyun indeed widened her eyes.

A hint of pride flashed in Zhao Ling's eyes.

This bastard, his mind is very fast on these messy things, but their affairs are as dull as elm.

Fu Tingyun looked at him and couldn't help but refute him: "You guessed it wrong. I was not born in March or April!"

"It's not born in March or April?" Zhao Ling was surprised when he heard this, and thought seriously, and then said for a moment, "Then must have been born in May?" His tone was very confident.

Fu Tingyun was shocked: "How do you know?"

"It's not easy," Zhao Ling smiled. "Since you were not born in March or April, it's impossible for Shaanxi to get warmer in February, nor can it be the cold wind after May, so it's only in May. And the weather must be a bit abnormal in the year you were born, and the purple magnolia was not blooming for a long time, so it will be regarded as auspicious when you were born..." He asked her in a low voice in a low voice, "When did you get born?"

She had told him her name and told him the date of birth. Wouldn't he even know his own horoscope of Geng!

After all, it was all weird that I couldn't help but feel soft when I saw him whispering.

Fu Tingyun was so angry that she said coquettishly: "What's your business?"

"How can it not be my business?" Zhao Ling said with confidence, "You are not just obedient now. I am currently serving as a thousand households in Nianbo. The Marquis of Yingchuan, Deputy General Wang, and Commander Lu are all helping each other. When the seeds are sown next spring, we will go to Kyoto... If Lingzun says 'Eight Characters are not in harmony', you and I don't even have a place to shout for justice, wouldn't we have to separate ourselves? Such a despicable thing is naturally to plan early."

As he said that, he blinked at her, with a bit of cramped expression, but also a kind of unspeakable freedom and freedom. "I was born on the ninth day of the ninth month of the year of Renzi, and my nickname was Jiu Ge. Later, I was wandering around in the world. I was afraid of insulting my father, so I only called Zhao Jiu in front of others. What kind of birth did you have? We have to find an old man who is proficient in the Book of Changes to see his horoscope." After saying that, he looked distressed, "If it doesn't work, I have to change my horoscope!"

How can these horoscopes be changed randomly?

If her father does not agree, it will be useless even if the eight characters are in harmony; if her father agrees to this marriage, even if the eight characters are in harmony, he will be able to explain it with a master who is proficient in the Book of Changes.

Fu Tingjun knew that Zhao Ling wanted to make him happy. Although she didn't want him to be too proud, she forced herself to face her stern face, but the smile that reached deep in her eyes exposed her true mood.

"All nonsense." She bit her red lips, hesitated for a while, and told him, "I was born on May 18th of the Wuwu year."

Her voice was like a mosquito, and Zhao Ling, a person who was interested, could hear it clearly.

He said with some annoyance: "Why didn't you say it earlier? It would be better to celebrate your birthday!" He said, "Or, I'll know if you ask Zheng Sanniang to cook a bowl of birthday noodles for you." He secretly blamed himself for his carelessness and did not explain to Zheng Sanniang earlier.

"It's not a big deal." Fu Tingyun hurriedly said, "It's every year. However, Master Jiu will be on his birthday in two months..." He thought about what birthday gift he would give him.

Zhao Ling's thoughts turned slightly and said with a smile: "Then make a few pairs of shoes for me!" As he said that, he stretched out his feet, "Look, these are the boots I bought in Wusheng Town a few days ago, and they were broken even though they were broken..."

Wusheng Town is located in the northwest of Zhuanglangwei, close to Liangzhouwei.

"What are you doing in Wusheng Town?" She thought of Feng Dahu's death and thought of her original intention, and couldn't help but shake her body slightly and said hurriedly, "Is Feng Dahu's affairs related to you?"

I don’t know when it started, but Zhao Ling felt relaxation and comfort that he had never felt before in front of Fu Tingyun, and some words blurted out inadvertently.

Fu Tingyun is his beloved person, so he naturally doesn't want to lie in front of her, but he asked him to admit in front of Fu Tingyun that he had killed Feng Dahu alone for her, but he couldn't say anything... he could only remain silent.

I knew it was him!

Fu Tingyun didn't know whether it was shocked, happy or bitter, and was confused. He only told him in a daze: "You must be careful not to let the people of Xiping Hou Mansion know. Xiping Hou has already mobilized the Marquis Yingchuan Hou and mobilized the soldiers of Ganzhou Guard to arrest the murderer who killed Feng Dahu..."

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