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Feng Chen was sitting at the table, shirtless, drinking tea while staring at Li Xi Ruo intently.

Li Xiruo had already put on his clothes, and was standing beside him fastening the complicated buttons on the front of his clothes. There were quite a few buttons, and the way to fasten them was quite complicated. He frowned and struggled for a long time, but two of them still couldn't be fastened. .

Feng Chen looked at it for a while, then pulled him over: "The clothes you leave the country are the most troublesome." Although he was complaining, he was holding the buttons of the clothes and buttoning them up earnestly.

Li Xiruo started his movements, and wondered: "Why are you so proficient?" Thinking about it carefully, Feng Chen's movements were also very proficient when he undressed just now, he almost picked it off casually.

Feng Chen remained silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Soon, all the buttons of the clothes were buttoned, Feng Chen smoothed the wrinkles on the clothes with his hands, and said lightly: "I used to have a woman who accompanied me in the army, she was from the country of Li, and sometimes she would wear clothes from the country of Li. clothes."

Li Xi Ruo was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Really, no wonder."

Feng Chen lowered his head and did not speak.

The air suddenly froze, and the atmosphere was indescribably embarrassing. After all, seven years inevitably left some traces.

Li Xiruo looked at Feng Chen, who started to play with the delicate buttons on his skirt, obviously wanting to avoid this topic.

He shook his head lightly, and said, "Feng Chen, do you know that there is a red horse tethered downstairs?"

"know."

"When Yuan'er and the others went back to look for me last night, they were besieged on the road. They were supposed to be unable to go back, but the horse suddenly ran into the crowd, rushed out with Yuan'er on its back, and ran all the way to Li Palace. I know the news of your assassination. It saved your life, and it seems to like you very much, so you can buy it."

"Really?" Feng Chen smiled: "Maybe it overheard us when we praised it last night. This horse has soft ears and can't stand other people's praise. Once we praise it, it will fall in love with me."

"You'll talk nonsense." Li Xiruo laughed, her big clear eyes bent into a half-moon shape, which was indescribably beautiful.

Seeing him laughing, Feng Chen felt an indescribable warmth in his heart.

He pulled the man closer and looked at him carefully. There was a clear figure reflected in the light brown eyes, with a straight nose bridge and deep eyes. He looked so lonely and cold, but there was no expression on his face. Covering up, the unpretentious smile instantly made him look gentle and moving.And this person should have been with me for seven years.

"Xi Ruo." Feng Chen closed his eyes, and tightly wrapped his hands around Li Xi Ruo's waist: "Stay with me for a while longer."

He opened his hand involuntarily, and grabbed the other cold hand. The cool fragrance filled the room with sunlight, but it couldn't fill the huge emptiness in his heart.

"Feng Chen." Li Xi Ruo sighed lightly: "The morning court is about to begin, I must go back as soon as possible."

Feng Chen was stunned, quickly smiled, let go of his hand, and said, "It's just a joke, you can go back."

Li Xiruo took a deep look at him, turned around and opened the door, and strode out.

There were already a few people sitting downstairs, and some of them looked surprised when they saw him.

Li Xi Ruo turned a blind eye.

When he walked to the door, there was a sharp whistle behind him.

Li Xiruo turned around and looked up.

Feng Chen was standing in front of the door with his coat on, with his hands resting on the carved railing, looking at him with a smile on his face, seeing him turn around, he stretched out a hand, the thumb passed through between the ring finger and the middle finger, moved, Laughing maliciously.

The people downstairs collectively gasped and looked at them with their mouths wide open.

Li Xiruo smiled helplessly: "I'll see you off the day after tomorrow, see you at Chenshi." Then he waved his hand, turned around and stepped out of the inn.

Feng Chen smiled and watched him go away, until the white figure completely disappeared from sight, then he pulled his clothes and walked back into the room.

At this time, the sky was already bright, Feng Chen went back to the room and slept for a while, but his whole body was sore and painful, and he slept in a muddle. From time to time, some strange scenes flashed in his mind. Can't remember.

This feeling is really unbelievable and disgusting.

Feng Chen tossed and turned on the bed until noon, then woke up dizzy, touched his chest, covered in cold sweat.

Dressed neatly, when they walked downstairs, there were already many people sitting below, most of them were business travellers, sitting in groups of three or four, drinking and chatting, enjoying a moment of leisure.

Feng Chen went to the door to have a look, called Xiao Er, and asked, "Do you know who that red horse is?"

Xiaoer looked outside the door, heheed, smacked his lips and said to Feng Chen: "Master, you have a wink, this horse is a sweaty BMW, it can run thousands of miles a day, and it looks like it's flying ..."

Feng Chen's head began to ache again, and his temples throbbed. He quickly waved his hand and stopped Xiao Er: "Just tell me who its owner is."

Xiao Er also seemed to realize that he talked too much, scratched his head in embarrassment, smirked twice, stretched his neck and looked behind Feng Chen for a while, then suddenly pointed to a place as if he had found a treasure and said, "Ah , Coincidentally, the owner is here! His name is Lao Qi, he specializes in raising horses, and he often comes to our place to do business."

Feng Chen looked behind him.

Three people were sitting where Xiao Er pointed, two men and one woman, all wearing the linen clothes worn by ordinary people in the country of Li, with a thick fleece shirt wrapped around them.It was still cold in Liguo in the early spring, and the three of them had their hands tucked into their wide sleeves, occasionally stretched out to take a sip of tea from a teacup, and then retracted immediately, all of them looked quite honest and honest.

Xiaoer led the way, came to the three people, walked up to one of the middle-aged people and said familiarly: "Old Qi, this master wants to see your horse."

The middle-aged man immediately stood up, pulled the stool, and smiled heartily at Feng Chen: "Master, sit down, sit down."

"Well, sit down too."

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and sat down opposite Feng Chen.The man and the woman said, "Let's talk next time." Then they got up and walked to another table, who seemed to be here to discuss business.

After the two walked away, the man asked, "Master, which horse do you like?"

"That red one."

As soon as Feng Chen said that, the man waved his hands again and again and said, "No, no, I won't sell those small horses."

Just as Feng Chen was about to speak, a voice came from behind: "Why?"

As soon as the words fell, a big man pulled away the stool beside Feng Chen, and sat down on his buttocks. The stubble on the man's face was exactly the bearded man who narrowly escaped with Feng Chen last night.A little dark face soon appeared behind him, with big black eyes rolling around, looking at Feng Chen with a smirk.

"Old Cheng, Xiao'er, why did you come down?" Feng Chen asked.

The man scratched his head, laughed twice, and said a little embarrassedly: "I was thinking about that horse, and I've been watching outside. When I saw Fourth Master just now, I knew there was something going on, so I immediately followed in."

Feng Xiao replied: "I have nothing to do when I'm free, so follow me out to have a look."

"En." Feng Chen responded, and continued to ask the middle-aged man: "Why can't you sell it?"

"My lord, it's not that the petty one refuses to sell, it's the horse...it can run back no matter where it goes, the villain does this small business, and what he talks about is the word 'faith', this horse It always runs away, and if the villain sells it to you, isn’t it tantamount to cheating you? The villain will not do such wicked things.”

Well, quite honest, Feng Chen gave him a somewhat appreciative look.

The bearded man on the side became anxious, and shouted: "Whether the horse runs or not is our own business, you just need to sell it, why are you talking so much?!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be determined, he refused to sell, and kept waving his hands.

Feng Chen asked: "Since you refused to sell it, why did you bring it out?"