Seventy-seven meeting GL

The carriage was driving on the potholed road. On both sides of the door curtain, there were two small orange lanterns.The orange halo reflected the face of the person, and it was the only warm color in the night.In the dark bushes on both sides, there was silence.It was already the third day since he left Fengqi Mountain Villa and galloped all the way.

Lang Yinshi was wrapped in a blanket and half leaned against the window.After sleeping all day, he was awake now, quietly looking at the night outside the window for a long time.

"Are you awake?" Mo Ziyou opened the curtain and came in. She was afraid of disturbing Lang Yinshi's rest, so she stayed outside talking.

"Yeah. I'm thinking about Fengqi Pavilion." Looking out of the window, Lang Yinshi had a slight sadness on his face. "Having been hit hard like this, Fengxi Pavilion may not be able to regain its previous momentum." She said a little unbearably, "After years of trembling management, it only took one afternoon to destroy it. It is really painful to think about it."

When she first returned to Beijing, Fengxi Pavilion was her only fortress in the capital.Now, the core personnel in the pavilion have died and been injured, leaving only a shell.

Mozi knew she was unhappy, so he didn't know how to persuade her.

"Do you know the origin of Fengxi Pavilion?"

Just when he was about to say a few words, he heard Lang Yinshi ask suddenly.Mo Ziyou shook his head, "I don't know."

"Speaking of which, Fengxi Pavilion has a relationship with you and me," Lang Yinshi smiled slightly, and tried to lean back. "Fengxi Pavilion was established 24 years ago. The original intention at that time was just to inquire about a person."

Mo Ziyou's intuition was keen, and for a moment he felt that something in his mind gradually became clear, but he couldn't find anything. "Who is so important?"

"—Aunt Qing."

"Mother?" Mo Ziyou was surprised. "Could it be Aunt Lin...?"

"That's right." Lang Yinshi nodded, "The founder of Fengxi Pavilion is Concubine Mu. At first, she just hoped to learn about Aunt Qing as soon as possible. So she made every effort to build a news network for Tianlang to Xiling, and in the following ten years , all kinds of chances and coincidences, Fengqi Pavilion has developed into a huge intelligence agency that spans several countries."

Mozi thought for a while, and still had some impressions. "Speaking of which, I remember that the first Pavilion Master of Fengxi Pavilion was called Lin Qingqing..."

Lang Yin explained: "Lin Muqing."

"Yes, that's the name. Lin Muqing...Lin, Mu, Qing?" Mo Zi read it again, and couldn't help but brighten up, "So that's it! Fengxi Pavilion has long been connected with Xiling."

Lang Yinshi smiled, "Everything must have a cause and effect, there are too many origins between you and me."

Mo Ziyou was suddenly happy and sad, as if he suddenly realized something, "Thinking about it this way, I think the name of Fengxi Pavilion also has a deep meaning."

"The phoenix roosts and the phoenix roosts. I hope the phoenix will come to roost. The phoenix only chooses the sycamore tree to inhabit. Aunt Lin built a phoenix pavilion, and she probably hopes to become a unique destination for the person in her heart." Mo Ziyou said quite emotionally.

"It's just that Aunt Qing has long been honored as a queen, and letting Phoenix live in a corner has become an unattainable dream." Lang Yinshi said calmly.Therefore, Fengxi Pavilion will not become the holy place in the Queen Mother's heart.Today's Fengqi Pavilion is no longer the Fengqi Pavilion of the past. "

Thinking of this, the two couldn't help but sigh.

Mozi had a feeling in his heart, and quietly leaned into Lang Yinshi's arms, staring at her with a pair of clear amber eyes.

"Xiaoyin, do you also want to be my plane tree?" Mo Ziyou was as cute as a little fox.

"Do you need to ask? Silly girl." Lang Yinshi met her clear eyes and said in his heart, I have been working hard for this all along.Therefore, even if it is difficult, I choose to go south, choose to resist, and choose to fight to the end, because I want to dedicate the best things of this Tianlang to you.

She stretched out her hand to caress Mo Ziyou's brow, and smiled apologetically, "Since you came to Tianlang, you haven't lived a few days of comfort. Such a reckless person, accompany me to worry, I now, just I want to give you a free and happy life as soon as possible.”

Mo Ziyou rubbed Lang Yinshi's shoulder, closed her eyes and smiled happily, she said leisurely. "But, I don't want you to become a sycamore tree." Mo Ziyou leaned on Lang Yinshi's shoulder, playful and serious, "I don't want you to work so hard, as long as you are by my side, we will be like the pair of sky-long birds." Just stay and fly together!"

"Well, that's fine." Lang Yinshi pondered for a moment, and seemed to agree with some struggles. She moved her arms and gently leaned towards Mo Ziyou's face.Seeing their cheeks getting closer and closer, Mo Ziyou's heart beat for a moment, thinking that she was going to kiss her, he couldn't help but quietly closed his eyes.

"I'd like to stay and fly together with you," Lang Yinshi's words sounded in Mo Ziyou's ears, and there was a trembling sound in his calm tone, "It's just, your long-term bird... ...Now the 'wing' on the left...will soon not belong to her, You'er, can you lower your head a little..."

Mo Ziyou was startled, and jumped up, only to realize that he was pressing on Lang Yinshi's wound just now, he was ashamed and angry at the same time, "Lang! Yin! Shi!" Mo Ziyou said angrily, beautiful and delicate A blush appeared on the face. "Can you spoil the scenery a little more!"

The next day, when Mo Ziyou returned to the carriage, he saw Lang Yinshi moving slowly on the couch.

"Oh, it's so boring to lie down every day." Lang Yinshi complained subtly.

Mo Ziyou was helpless, "I have Ben Gong with you every day, are you still bored? Well, Ben Gong just went out for a walk."

"Farewell, You'er." Lang Yinshi made a bitter face, "Oh, my wound hurts..."

"Where does it hurt?" Mo Ziyou was concerned when he heard the words, and sat down beside Lang Yinshi instead.

Seeing that she was nervous, Lang Yinshi blinked his eyes, and frowned in pain, "My whole body hurts... Can you rub it for me, Youer?"

"Really? Why did it suddenly hurt?" Mo Ziyou said anxiously, "I wanted to wait for you to recover from your injury before leaving, but Lang Kangzhe chased you too closely, and time didn't allow it. With such a bumpy day, How did your injury heal?" Mo Ziyou felt distressed, took out the medicine bottle from the cabinet, and gently applied the medicine to Lang Yinshi.

As the cold fingers brushed his skin, a numbness welled up in his heart, and Lang Yin shivered.

"It hurts so much?"

Mo Ziyou asked softly, "Has the effect of Qingxin Powder during the day passed? I'll let Qinglan take a look later."

"No need." Lang Yinshi stretched out his hand to hold Mo Ziyou's hand, "With you here, it doesn't hurt so much." Looking at Mo Ziyou who is as gentle as water, she felt her heart melt in half.

"By the way, how is Miss Zhan? Is there any news about her?" Lang Yinshi asked after calming down and thinking.

"Why, you can't even take care of yourself, and you still miss others?" Mo Ziyou suddenly withdrew his hand unhappily, and turned his back to Lang Yinshi. "I think, you'd better let that Miss Zhan, whose whereabouts are unknown, rub it for you!"

"..."

"The whereabouts are unknown? So she is still alive?" Lang Yinshi asked in surprise.

Seeing Lang Yinshi was quite pleasantly surprised, Mo Zi couldn't help but pinch her face, "I just reminded you earlier, but in a blink of an eye you have suffered from her, not to mention that you were seriously injured. Hundreds of people in Xige died tragically, she has an inescapable responsibility, how many families were shattered because of her selfishness? Do you still want to excuse her and soften your heart for her?"

Lang Yinshi couldn't dodge, her handsome face was pinched red by Mo Ziyou, she didn't dare to resist, so she had to explain hastily, "No! I didn't forgive her fault. It's just that she saved my life. I hope she dies at the hands of Huineng." Lang Yinshi sighed, "Although I can't forgive her, I can understand it a little bit. In the hands of someone like Lang Sulie, maybe she has no choice."

"You," Mo Ziyou shook his head, "Lang Kangzhe would rather let the world down than let the world down on me. As for you, you always treat others leniently, and I don't know if others will accept your affection. Really An elm head." Having said that, Mo Ziyou did not continue to be angry.

"By the way, I have a question for you." Mo Ziyou said.

"how?"

"What is the relationship between Lan Yize and Lanxi?" Mo Ziyou asked in confusion, tilting his head. "When Lanxi couldn't find Lan Yize that day, his eyes were crying like walnuts, and he looked lost...I always felt that there was something more than my sister..."

Lang Yin explained with a smile: "The two of them, it's a long story."

The author has something to say:

I didn't feel like writing this chapter, it was so difficult.

Qiu Zhao has never found a job, and is really restless.

But I received the urging of the little servant and Haiyan, haha, so let's start with another chapter.If it's not good, go back and change it.