A Sword of Frost

Yun Yifeng stopped. "Tell me about it."

The spider stared at him deadly, his chest violently undulating, as if he was considering whether to say this last chip. After so much stalemate, Yun Yifeng suddenly asked, is my eye red?

"Some of them, is the boy eating something bad?" Spider put a soft tone and climbed his body out of the window again, looking better.

Yun Yifeng sighed: "Girl Yun has been in poor health for a few days, so I have to sleep and take care of-"

"I know who the son's parents are!"

A sharp scream made Yun Yifeng's ears buzz and his heart buzz.

He asked erratically, "What are you talking about?"

"I know, I know a few things." The spider's momentum weakened, leaving only a trace of breath, his shoulders softly on the ground, as if angry, and as if regretful. Yun Yifeng has lost the mood of acting, grasping her wrist, dragging people from the ground: "Say!"

The spider looked at his red eyes, and was helpless, mumbled, and said, "That year, I ... I was nine years old. I followed the therapist to collect medicine in Beimingfengcheng, and found the son in the tent . "

Ghost spurs have always adopted young children and used them as a test tool when they grew up. To this very good-looking baby who can survive in the snow and ice, I take great care of it, and I hope that there are no more than ten and twenty identical ones, all brought back to the Lost Island. The spider continued: "The miracle doctor guessed at the time that Xu was cold all year round in the North Underwind City, so the babies should also be extra strong."

The two went all the way to the extreme north, but in the snowstorm they encountered a group of barefoot chanting. The practitioners who were heading to the top of the snow-capped mountains were mostly tall and beautiful. Although there are many rumors of immortals and monks in Beimingfengcheng, there are not many people who are as chic as this group of cyclists. Spider was young at that time and had never seen such a good-looking person. He followed them obsessively and walked for a long time. When the other party noticed it, he invited the little girl to have a meal together.

"They carried a box with a dead baby in it, said to be the wife of one of them, who had given birth prematurely while passing by North Windwind." Spider said, "while the others were comforting him, saying that baby There are no red moles on his back, maybe he shouldn't have been a Dongli tribe by nature. "

Yun Yifeng frowned slightly.

The spider said: "And the boy has red moles behind him, and his cold-resistant physique is exactly the same as those people, even after he grows up, he looks almost the same." A snow and a gust of wind.

Dongliu tribe, Dongliu tribe. Yun Yifeng thought that Luo's family is one of the richest people in Beimingfeng City. If Luo Ruhua wanted to find a child to be used to stab the organ map on behalf of her biological son, then conspired with the stable lady in the city and gave the place of life It's really the easiest way for a familiar foreigner to set up a trap.

Spider grasped his sleeve and mourned: "I haven't told anyone about these things, only the son, in the future ... I don't want to see those nymphs again, okay?"

Yun Yifeng's heart was chaotic, he just nodded casually, and hurriedly turned and ran out. As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, he was gripped by his wrist and pulled into his arms.

Familiar body temperature and familiar aroma. Yun Yifeng closed his eyes and rested his forehead on his chest: "Did the king hear you?"

"I'm not assured, so please follow me." Ji Yanran's voice was mild, and his palm was stroking his tight back. "It's okay."

After a while, I realized that Yun Yifeng's mood had calmed down, and then he continued: "Luo Ruhua is a new mother. Xu was unwilling to tattoo his son with poisonous juice, so he held one from the outside to use it. Change the civet cat ... the prince changes the civet cat. "My comparison is valuable.

Yun Yifeng laughed and patted him.

"When fleeing south, Luo Ruhua took the two children together, so it was not so important who the agency tried to stab him on." Ji Yanran said, "When facing Wang Dong's threat, he only held his pro-son. Escape, but throwing you in the tent proves that you are indeed ... cough. "

Yun Yi wind said: "Pick it up."

Ji Yanran corrected: "Stolen."

Of course, whether or not this is the case, we need to check the evidence in the future. However, Yun Yifeng inevitably had a trance in his heart—after all, he had previously treated Luo Ruhua as a mother, turning over and over and thinking about it, but in the end, instead of having a blood relationship, the two had caused their own loneliness and torture. Eighteen years?

At midnight, Yun Yifeng was wrapped in a quilt, tossing and turning to the other side, completely sleepless.

Ji Yanran proposed: "Drink a drink?"

"Master Wang can't be drunk with me." Yun Yifeng lay on his arm. "A person, it's boring to drink."

"That's right," Ji Yanran said again, "then I kiss you?"

His Royal Highness Xiao was born with a handsome appearance. So Yun Yifeng closed his eyes: "Kiss me, if we can wipe our hearts out, then we ..."

"So what?" Ji Yanran pinched his chin. "A reward?"

"No," Yun Yifeng explained, "then we will open a shop in the future and rely on this craft to pick up customers and make money-hiss!"

Before the word "money" was spoken, a waist was pinched, Yun Yifeng was all soft, and his tears were almost painful: "I was wrong, let go ... let go, ah! I kiss you, I kiss Are you head office? "

Ji Yanran hypocritically shirk: "How sorry?"

Yun Yifeng was firmly restrained by him, and he deeply felt the feeling of "I am fish", and said tremblingly, "Please, Lord, let me kiss you." I did not know which acupuncture point was held and covered all over Sour numbness, tears springing up endlessly, I can't say a word. Li Xuan just passed by the door, and his head made up for the picture of "The Lord of the Cloud Gate crying and begging for seven brothers, just to be able to kiss him", feeling very thrilled, so he quickly shook his head and left.

Ji Yanran patted the person lying on the quilt: "Are you feeling better?"

Yun Yi was weak and weak: "It's much better and my heart is full of joy."

Ji Yanran smiled and hugged him: "After the Southwest affairs are resolved, I will accompany you back to the North Underwind City, maybe I can see the old man again. And your identity as a descendant of Xianxia sounds like the old rich man's house Relatives are far more powerful, others only have envy. "

Yun Yifeng thought for a while and asked, "What if my father and mother insist on taking me back to penance after meeting?"

"That wouldn't work." Ji Yanran hugged him tightly. "How can spiritual practice be a princess and be happy, follow me and cover you for the second half of your life.

Yun Yifeng commented: "This kind of day is too earthy."

Ji Yanran kissed him, by the way vaguely coaxing: "No soil, really, or I'll get you a few more calligraphy and paintings."

I thought it was a loyal descendant, but I was a little fairy born in the middle of snow and snow. How to say it is even more painful.

Ji Yanran touched his cheek with one hand, kissing passionately and warmly. This strong "beauty" came too aggressively and consciously, and the owner of Cloud Gate had to temporarily give up the sad spring and sad autumn, panting and tossing around with him for a long time, and was turned away by the kiss, and said: "Okay, okay , Will go to the barracks tomorrow and sleep. "

Ji Yanran smiled and struck his forehead, took people into his arms, and once patted a thin back. These days have been really hard, and even with the long night that should have been lingering, there is a lack of agitation and affection, but they have become snuggled together ... How do you say, there are some in the ups and downs, relying on each other for life Taste.

Yun Yifeng was finally coaxed to sleep by him, but his mood was still uneasy, and the wind was blowing in his dream, and snow was falling.

Ji Yanran is still thinking about what the spider said. Ruoyun Yifeng's parents are all immortals of the North. It has nothing to do with Lu Guangyuan, Pu Chang, and all national enemies. In fact, it is a good thing. I remembered Jiang Lingfei again, and sighed in his heart, if his life experience had nothing to do with all these intricacies, all right.

But having said that, even if it is really related to Xie Hanyan, he can take the antidote mixed with blood lice to his biological son, and the mother-in-law is too much. Ji Yanran had some worries in his eyebrows. Although the blood lice had to get into the body, he had to grow into an adult last month, and Xie Hanyan had ghosts in his hands, which should not have caused Jiang Lingfei to work, but he always pressed a stone in his heart. Recalling that when he watched the flowers in Wangcheng, drinking alcohol was more sleepless than the sword.

...

In the underground palace, the ghost thorn is obsessively watching the poisonous insects in front of it. It is as dark as charcoal, blue and blue, red, and silvery white. Southwest, southwest is really a good place.

I was dissatisfied: "The Daliang army has developed a medicine to treat the plague, but the sacred doctor is still here. I don't know what to do during the day. I didn't say that before."

"What a panic," the ghost smirked, "Now these things in my hand are really rare."

He glanced into the porcelain cup, and said tongue: "This is it?"

"It's all good things." The ghost stabbed quietly, "The leader and rest assured, even if the prince of the beam can escape the plague and blood lice, he can't escape these darlings."

On the other end, Jiang Lingfei fell asleep after taking the medicine under the fixed clothes, but woke up but found that his hands and feet were bound, and his internal force was reduced by 70% to 80%. Xie Hanyan sat by the bed and guarded him, still those eyes full of resentment, his hair was gray, his years were like a knife, and hatred was like a knife. He carved the beauty that was famous in the past, and carved it into the present look .

Jiang Lingfei's face was gray and grey: "What do you want to do?"

"You don't want to start with Ji Yanran, and I don't force you." Xie Hanyan gently wiped his forehead with a silk spar. "But I have been planning for many years, and I will not let you destroy the whole plan. After that half bottle of antidote, The kindness you received from King Xiao's Mansion has been paid off, and you can rest in peace here without worrying about outside affairs. "

"My dear!" Jiang Lingfei propped himself up and sat up. "Release senior Mei."

"He was in the Daliang barracks, so you don't need to worry about it." Xie Hanyan interrupted coldly and left his bedroom.

Jiang Lingfei gasped for a few moments, then fell back to bed tiredly.

I have to find a way out, he thought.

...

The fat mink was squatting on the table, holding a green bamboo shoot, and it was so full of juice that he shook his head and was intoxicated.

Yun Yifeng touched his smooth fur with his fingertips, and was thinking about his mind. Then he heard someone say, "Master Wang!"

"Wang Ye has just taken the medicine and is doing his best." Yun Yifeng opened the door. "Is there something wrong?"

"Yes." The guard put his hands up and whispered, "Vice Lin will send a letter from the northwest."

A letter related to the old affairs of the deceased.

At this time, Ji Yanran also ignored Mei Zhusong's medical advice. He got out of bed wearing clothes and looked at it again. Lin Ying mentioned in the letter that he was in the northwestern area of ​​Aaleshan and had probed into the former Xuanyi Army. Clues to the old ministry. It shows that the previous reasoning was established. In the past, there was indeed a small army that separated from the army and went west privately. As for whether the west journey was to perform a task or to escape, only after the parties were found could a conclusion be reached.

"I guess Bacheng escaped from the battlefield," Yun Yifeng said, "because after the Pu Pioneer Society made a decision, the battlefield of the Xuanyi Army has been biased toward the southern part of the country, and no one needs to go to the northwest for reinforcements."

Ji Yanran laughed: "Remember so clearly?"

"That's it." Yun Yifeng grabbed his shoulder. "In the future, the grandfather will win a victory. When the banquet is hosted in the army, I will have a drink and barbecue all night long. Naturally, I will back up a few battles so as not to be looked down upon. . "

Ji Yanran took his hand: "It's okay to drink a few cups, I ca n’t talk about it all night, and even more drunk." After all, the group of mules who were under his control naturally waited for bravery during the battle. It's in shape, and when he is drunk, he can't tell anything. He can't bear to let his own heart listen to it.

Yunyi Fengdao said, "Is it okay to see it?"

Ji Yanran refused: "No."

Yun Yifeng moved his face closer, his expression innocent: "But I'm really curious."

Ji Yanran asked, "What are you doing with the collar?"

Yunmen answered: "Beauty plan."

As the saying goes, the hero is sad about the beauty, not to mention the beauty is also proactive and enthusiastic. He tears the collar open halfway, revealing a white neck and chest, lively and fragrant.

Ji Yanran couldn't help crying: "Okay, you win, I promise."

Yun Yifeng was satisfied with the good collar and sent him to continue to go to Yun Gong, but he was holding the marten to find the killer next door, and sincerely said, "The spider can take the initiative to tell my life, and I would like to thank Brother Mu."

Wu Chengxue stared at him: "How much money do you think your life worth?"

"Everyone is a friend, talking about money is more rusty." Yun Yifeng handed the fat mink to it, without changing his face, "I'd better cook a pot of Brother Gastrodia, Astragalus, Angelica, Red Date and Wolfberry Stew ... "It was meant to be a black chicken, but fortunately I remembered in time that the killer was vegetarian.

Mu Chengxue unconsciously swelled in her stomach.

He said, "You go out for me."

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