The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

There are many shops on both sides of the wide street. The sky is beautiful today, the wind is sunny, the sun is bright but not hot, and the golden sunshine is sprinkled on the red bricks and green tiles, countless stalls full of goods, or the brightly colored pavilions. above the cornice.

In the middle of the street, the young man was dressed in a plain white robe against his snow-like skin. His black and shiny hair hung down to his waist. The red lips under the fox mask were slightly parted. His voice was brisk, like water dripping on a rock. .

"Hurry up Jiuer"

Mo Ling's shout was quickly covered by the hawker's yelling one after another. He stood on tiptoe and waved his hand to Xi Mojiu, who was crowded behind the crowd and was carrying big and small bags.

The time for Mo Ling to return to Qingshui Town was right, two days after Master Mo's birthday, the town held its annual temple fair.Seeing that there was something to play, Mo Ling was naturally not in a hurry to return to Beijing, and sent someone to write a letter of his plan to stay and play for a few days and send it back to the palace as soon as possible.

Xi Mojiu finally squeezed to Mo Ling's side, he tried his best to protect the food in his hand, afraid of being squeezed out accidentally.

If it wasn't for food, he wouldn't want to come to this "ant nest" crowded with people.

The silver mask couldn't hide his smooth and fair face, and the brown eyes clearly reflected dense figures.Now Xi Mojiu's eyes were full of sorrow, he scanned around but couldn't find a way to escape.

"Lingling, Jiu'er is tired, her feet hurt and her hands hurt," he complained.

Calculating the time, Mo Ling walked around for nearly a quarter of an hour, and finally saw a small teahouse not far away. He grabbed Xi Mojiu's sleeve, opened the way ahead, and walked towards the teahouse with difficulty.

When they arrived at the teahouse, Mo Ling asked for a private room by the window with a view, because he had a great shot, the shopkeeper's eyes were shining, and he was so happy that he took them to the private room on the third floor.

Four or five plates of pastries, one or two kinds of fresh fruits and a cup of fragrant tea, Mo Ling crossed his legs to enjoy the scenery contentedly. The room the shopkeeper chose was good, with clear vision, and he could see every corner near the street.

It was clear where there was something for sale, he poured a cup of tea, pinching the drab teacup with his pale fingers.

Xi Mojiu was eating snacks next to Mo Ling. He didn't know what he saw. He suddenly laughed, grabbed Mo Ling's arm and shook it, and then pointed to a place in the crowd. The stones on him didn’t get hurt!!”

"Yeah." Mo Ling calmly sipped his tea.

It turns out that there is no lie on TV. The performance of breaking the boulder on the chest and the scene of the hero saving the beauty were really common in ancient times.Compared with Xi Mojiu's engrossing attention, he was less interested, and he just watched it because he didn't want Xi Mojiu to be disappointed.

When Mo Ling looked away, a familiar face that couldn't be more familiar broke into his eyes unexpectedly, Mo Ling froze, and put the tea cup in his hand back on the table rudely, the tea cup fell down unsteadily, full The tea drenches a slice.

In the middle of the crowded street, the young man dressed in light purple struggled to lift his foot, kicking away the man in blue who was whispering in his ear.

His delicate brows were tightly frowned, and Mo Ling didn't know what he was talking about from a distance away, only knowing that the quick mouth was definitely not a good word.

This man looks exactly like his buddy Ji Nanfeng when he was seventeen or eighteen!Even the small movements when angry, raising eyebrows and raising the middle finger are exactly the same.

He can travel through, will Ji Nanfeng do the same? !As soon as this idea came out, Mo Ling was mixed with joy and worry.

"What is Lingling looking at?" Xi Mojiu saw that he was watching intently, and stretched out his claws to shake Mo Ling's arm in confusion.

"Jiu'er, don't make trouble." Mo Ling patted his hand away, he was worried that the boy suspected of Ji Nanfeng would leave, so he planned to go down and ask the boy for clarification.

He grabbed Xi Mojiu's shoulders, and the excitement and anxiety in his eyes couldn't hide, "Jiuer is waiting for me here, I seem to see someone I know, I'll go back as soon as I go."

Before Xi Mojiu could answer, Mo Ling looked out of the window again, and quickly went out and downstairs.

acquaintance?Where is Xi Fengzhe?Xi Mojiu hesitated, and after a blink of an eye, he threw down the half-eaten snack in his hand, wiped off the oil with a handkerchief in disgust, and followed Mo Ling out.

When Mo Ling squeezed through the pedestrians and reached the place where the young man was standing, the building would already be empty.He looked around anxiously, but there was no trace of the same figure, the one that appeared just now was like a hallucination, and disappeared without a trace.

Is it Ji Nanfeng?Mo Ling clenched his fists hesitantly, if only he could go faster and faster.

This kind of person might still be there, so he can ask for clarification.After confirming that "Ji Nanfeng" was really gone, Mo Ling returned disappointed. He walked back to the door of the teahouse listlessly, and the small figure squatting on the ground jumped up and hugged him.

Mo Ling was made to take a few steps back by the impact, and he lowered his head to meet a pair of wet deer eyes, "Didn't you tell me to wait for me in the private room? Why did you come down without authorization?"

Xi Mojiu arched in his arms, "Lingling is gone, Jiu'er is afraid that Lingling will not want Jiuer."

"Didn't you say you met an acquaintance?"

Mo Ling was given a headache by Xi Mojiu's frequent cranky thoughts, so he took off Xi Mojiu's mask and held the other's face in his hands so as to ravage him.

When Xi Mojiu shouted and struggled, his face was covered with fingerprints before releasing him, Mo Ling viciously threatened, "If you dare to doubt that I don't want you in the future, I will tear your face apart."

"No, no more!" Xi Mojiu grabbed the mask and brought it back to his face. He shook his head violently, "Lingling will not abandon Jiuer, Lingling loves Jiuer the most."

Mo Ling stared at him speechlessly, and walked into the teahouse alone. The abandoned Xi Mojiu, not to be outdone, followed closely, sticking to Mo Ling's side.

"Xi Jinran, let go of the young master! The young master is not a baby waiting to be fed, he can walk by himself"

"There are a lot of people on the street, and Nanfeng is so beautiful and charming. I'm afraid that you will be abducted by someone with evil intentions. Watch carefully and feel at ease."