When did Zhilou say that she was anxious to meet the prince’s banquet? Why did he suddenly have this idea?
Feng Zhilou raised his eyebrows and looked at him. At this time, Chu Moshang had already turned his eyes away and looked at the bonfire. There was still a layer of gloom on his face, and even his eyebrows were frowning.
"Are you jealous of the prince?" Zhilou smiled with fish in his mouth, poked his neck out, deliberately blocking his view of the campfire with his cheek, forcing him to face her.
Originally, Zhilou was joking, but when she saw Mo Shang's expression clearly, she was in a daze, and it seemed that she really saw a little sour meaning. For a moment, what to ask below was just hoarse in her stomach.
inside.
Chu Moshang's eyes fell on Zhilou's little face that blocked the bonfire. After a moment of stay, he pulled her away from her eyes. He did not answer her question, and silently grilled a fat river fish on the bonfire.
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Feng Zhilou sat down properly, biting the fish meat, and her head drooped low. She knew that her words just now were abrupt. Chu Moshang was the young master of the holy land, so how could he be jealous of Wu Jing's prince? This was spread,
No one would believe it.
Suddenly, the atmosphere by the river became inexplicably embarrassed.
After eating a few fish in a row, my stomach finally became full. Just when Zhilou picked up the kettle and wanted to drink water, she heard the sound of bells "Ding Ding Dangdang". She turned her head and looked. In the night, a convertible carriage was
Come from west to east.
There is a carriage?
Feng Zhilou stood up happily, rushed to the dirt road a few steps, and waved his arms vigorously. When the carriage saw someone on the road, the carriage shouted "Wait", and the carriage stopped. The coachman was an old man.
There was an old woman sitting behind the convertible. It seemed that she should be a villager from a certain village.
"Can we send us a ride, we are going to the next station." Feng Zhilou asked.
"It's dangerous here. How could it be alone, little girl? Come up." The old man stopped the carriage.
"Wait, I have one more person?"
Feng Zhilou happily ran to the riverside, extinguished the bonfire with three legs, pulled Chu Moshang up, and said happily: "I have a car this time, I'll be on the road overnight, so I can get to the station as soon as possible.
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Although Feng Zhilou has been resting for a day, his legs are still tired after walking for too long. If he walks to the station, he will definitely be exhausted. If he can't fly, he will have a car to sit on.
Chu Moshang didn't say anything, but was pulled away from the river by Zhilou and pushed onto the carriage. He frowned and sat on the side, looked at the river with his eyes, and was in a daze for a long time.
Feng Zhilou wiped his mouth, sat happily beside him, and shouted loudly.
"Uncle, we can leave."
"Okay, let's continue on the road." The old man shook his whip and the carriage headed eastward.
"I thought it was a little girl just now, but it seemed like a little lady. It's your husband who doesn't like to talk." The old woman asked Feng Zhilou with a smile.
"this……"
Feng Zhilou was only happy to meet a car, but she didn't think about how to answer her relationship with Chu Moshang. Chu Moshang turned his eyes and looked at her, and actually answered for Zhilou.
"I am her husband."
He said it was her husband? Feng Zhilou's face suddenly turned red. Although he was her husband before, it was already a thing of the past. At this time, he was still embarrassed to hear him admit it in person.
The old woman nodded and laughed.
"Haha, I've seen it a long time ago. Seeing her excited feeling when she pulled you into the car, her eyes were different. When I saw this, I knew that you were just married, and your wife didn't know how much you felt sorry for you.
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puff.
Feng Zhilou was speechless, her face burned like a charcoal. The old woman was too good at speaking. How could she show that embarrassing? Maybe she showed it herself? She didn't notice it?
His eyes secretly looked at Chu Moshang. At this time, the man beside him raised his lips slightly, and he actually showed a very useful smile.
"Looking at your kindness, I think of our past..."
The old woman said, saying that they were like them at the beginning, how loving they were like, and they wanted to be alone, even now, they would go out together and come back together...
Feng Zhilou really wanted to hit the wall with her head. The old woman opened the box and didn't want to close it. She said for an hour, and her saliva flew everywhere, but she still couldn't bear to stop. What she said was the oil between the common people and the wife.
Although the rice sauce vinegar is honest, Zhilou thought about her relationship with Chu Moshang, and she was not as red as the old woman thought. She couldn't help but find a crack in the ground to get in.
However, Chu Moshang sat there and listened carefully, and was fascinated by the sound of the old woman. He thought that this dragon had lived in a holy place since he was a child, and he didn't know the life of ordinary couples among the people. He was carefully experiencing it at this time.
Can he understand? Feng Zhilou was a little suspicious, but it can be judged from Chu Moshang's happy expression that the young master of the holy land seemed to envy the life described in the old woman's words, and listened to it with relish.
The journey was brisk. Chu Moshang and the old man took turns to catch the train. Feng Zhilou had to grind out his ears except for taking a nap.
On the morning of the third day, Feng Zhilou was still sleeping soundly, but the old woman pushed her to wake her up.
"Miss, why is your husband missing?"
"Chu Moshang?"
Feng Zhilou sat up in a panic, looked at the old woman with a vague sleepy eyes, and then suddenly looked beside her. Sure enough, Chu Moshang was sitting upright empty, she looked forward, the old man was driving the car, where was there
There is the shadow of Chu Moshang.
"I fell asleep just now. When I woke up, I couldn't see your husband." The old woman was also very surprised. The man said he couldn't see him, but he disappeared. She asked Zhilou if he wanted to go back to look for him. He wasn't he asleep, but he fell asleep.
I fell asleep somewhere on the road.
Feng Zhilou knew that Chu Moshang would not be so confused. He could fall out of the car carelessly, so he must have left. Not far ahead was the post station. He said that he would send her to the post station and leave.
His way of leaving was always so silent, and he didn't even say goodbye, which made people feel a little uncomfortable. Feng Zhilou felt a sore nose inexplicably. Although she had only been together for a few days and nights, it made her heart appear in her heart.
There are too many reluctances to leave, but the person who wants to leave has to leave. His life is in the holy land, and his life is in Fengjiazhuang.
"He's back home, it's okay." Feng Zhilou said in disappointment.
"Go home?"
The old woman didn't understand how this husband came home halfway without taking his wife. But when he saw Zhilou's expression, he believed it.
The carriage stopped at the post station, and Zhilou thanked the old man and his wife. When he jumped out of the carriage, he saw the prince's banquet waiting outside the post station from a distance. He looked west and looked, and he kept his promise and kept waiting.
Here, until Feng Zhilou's figure appeared in his sight.
"Look, it's Miss Fengqi." A soldier shouted out.
"She got rid of those monsters, it was so amazing."
The following sentence made Feng Zhilou feel a little guilty. In fact, it was not her who blocked the monster, but Chu Moshang. If he hadn't appeared in time, the prince would have been waiting here forever.
Prince Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and came up with blood in his eyes. He thought that he had not had a good sleep for several nights, and he was worried about Zhilou's safety. When he found that Zhilou was not seriously injured, he really admired him.
It is not an ordinary skill for a woman to get rid of many monsters and escape safely.
"I've been worried about you these days."
"It's okay, aren't it just a few monsters?" Feng Zhilou smiled awkwardly, knowing that he had to brag if he didn't brag now.
"I feel relieved to see you coming safely and go in and rest for a day, and we will set off again tomorrow."
"No need, I also took the ride back. I was not tired at all. I should set off quickly while dawn. It has been delayed for a week." Feng Zhilou was anxious to go back to Fengjiazhuang, and there was no idea where I had the time to go at the inn.
Stay.
Seeing that Zhilou was in a good mood, the prince ordered to continue to move towards Fengjiazhuang.
After returning to the carriage, Feng Zhilou still couldn't help but lift the curtain and looked at the back of the team, but the feeling at the beginning was gone. He really left and returned to the holy land.
Putting down the curtain, Feng Zhilou picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth. Unconsciously, he thought of the delicious mountain pheasant, the fragrant grilled fish by the river, and Chu Moshang swaying his true energy in the water.
The silver dragon was inexplicably raised, and her longing for that man became stronger after a brief separation.
After squeezing his nose, Zhilou forced himself to divert his attention, closed his eyes, and bumped with the rhythm of the carriage.
It was already seven or eight days after the team arrived at Fengjiazhuang. The boss of Fengjiazhuang had already received the news in advance and took all the elders and disciples of Fengjiazhuang out of the village to greet him. After waiting for most of the day, he saw himself.
The Golden Armored Convoy from the West.
"Is the prince really here?" Uncle Feng San's lips trembled with excitement. He never dreamed that Wu Jing's prince could visit this small rural village in person.
Feng Yunqiao hid among the disciples of the Feng family and stretched her neck to look forward, but Feng Yue came out of the crowd without any wits, her mouth widened to the maximum.
"That waste material from Feng Zhilou is back?"
"How can you call me with your name? It's even more impossible to say that the useless people are now the female war god of Wujing, the pride of our Fengjiazhuang. Now even the boss dares not shout at her. You still
I'm talking nonsense here, do you want to lose your head?" Uncle Feng Si beat Feng Yue hard on the head. Feng Yue immediately shrank back and didn't dare to speak anymore.
"This Miss Fengqi is really promising. Thinking about it, I really can't tell it."
"This is called sea water not weighing, do you know?"
At the end of the crowd, the fool Jia Yu was so anxious that he kept his pants and shouted: "Sister Zhilou, I want Sister Zhilou..."
"You are not shut up..." Aunt Jia San covered her son's mouth, afraid of causing trouble. She used tricks to bully the Feng family, a illegitimate lady, now she was really afraid