Listen to the king's order

Mu Feng took the fox fur from Duona's hand, wrapped it tightly around his body, and said with a smile as he walked out: "Dona, you should stop gambling in the future, you lose if you lose, why are you messing with others? We can't afford to lose."

Duona turned his head slightly stiffly, but his brows were still fierce: "It's these unscrupulous people who spoke rudely first."

"Hiss... let me guess what they said." Mu Feng brushed aside the thick curtain of the Wishing Pavilion, and shuddered the moment he came into contact with the cold air: "It must be that you are heroic, not like a woman. Right?"

Donna was a little embarrassed, she stomped her feet eagerly, her eyes looked even more fierce: "Third young master!"

"Hahaha..." Mu Feng let out a clear laugh in the cold wind: "Other than that, I really can't think of anything else in this world that could piss you off."

A cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the long sword in Dona's hand was unsheathed for three points.

Mu Feng shrank his neck back, and immediately confessed: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore, put away the sword." As he said, he put his hand into his sleeve and fumbled, and it took him a long time to get together a few pieces. Yin Zi: "I've searched for half a day and this is all I have left. Before it's dark, go ahead and buy me two jars of wine."

"No." Dona resolutely objected: "Before leaving, the Lord specifically told you to drink less."

"Hush..." Mu Feng raised his finger, and carefully glanced at the Wishing Pavilion: "There is no Honorable Master here."

"But……"

Mu Feng interrupted: "But what, if you don't want me to freeze to death halfway, hurry up. Be obedient, go."

Dona took the silver and gave him a bitter look before walking away reluctantly.

Mu Feng cleared his throat, suppressed the smile on his face, walked to the side door of Hou Zai's Wishing Pavilion, and said in a deep voice: "I'm leaving for Tianshan tomorrow, you don't have to follow. Let's go back to Kamikawa."

Hearing this, the leader of the personal soldiers immediately stopped him and said, "Third Young Master, absolutely no, the Eldest Young Master has ordered us to take good care of you."

Mu Feng said: "I have a sense of proportion in this matter."

The soldier's face froze, and he said in panic: "Third young master, please show empathy for the painstaking efforts of the young master, let us follow you."

"Why, I can't do anything about you now, can I?" Mu Feng raised his eyebrows, and suddenly a chill came over his body, and his whole body became stern: "Brother, I will give an explanation. You immediately Get on your horse and leave, I'll be right here watching you go."

The soldier gritted his teeth, feeling terrified in his heart.

On the one hand, these three young masters were held in the palm of the Lord's hand to protect them, and they dared not disobey his orders even if they had the guts of a bear.But on the other hand, the third young master has always been in poor health, so he was afraid that something would happen to him, so he sent the most elite soldiers in the house to escort him, and he drove them away without saying a word. …

The soldiers wanted to cry, but seeing the third young master's determined face, it seemed that they really wanted to wait in this cold wind until they left.

If this froze people to death, it would be even worse if they went back...

After much deliberation, the man in the lead got on the horse first as if going to die, and shouted loudly with the horse's belly in his arms: "Follow me back to the house!"

The orderly sound of horseshoes went away on the wind, and the sky completely darkened.

The northern region seemed to be a little colder at night, and no matter how lightly you breathe, you can breathe out a mouthful of white mist.I wish that a row of red lanterns under the pavilion had been lit at some point, and the warm beams hit the flamingo on Mu Feng's back, and immediately merged with it.On the street paved with bluestone slabs, a long figure stood upside down.

For some reason, Mu Feng was fascinated by the shadow on the ground.There was no starlight in his obsidian eyes, as if they were covered with a thin layer of mist, making him look dazed.

He stretched out his hand from the fox fur. As soon as the back of his hand came into contact with the cold wind, he couldn't help shivering, but he still waved it in the air.When he moved, the shadow on the ground also moved.

Maintaining the posture of raising his hand, Mu Feng swayed himself, and the shadow on the ground also swayed.

He took a step forward, and the shadow was there.Take a step back, the shadow is still there.

Mu Feng stared at the black mass on the ground, let the north wind blow his neatly braided hair to pieces, and let his outstretched hands become stiff little by little.

But it turns out that he also has a shadow?

There were soft footsteps behind him, and he only had time to see a figure suddenly appear on the ground, and a warm heat wrapped around his frozen and stiff hands.

The figures overlapped, and he was led into his arms from behind by someone holding hands.

The fragrance of agarwood was wafting in the cold wind, and Mu Feng's body stiffened for a moment. It was unknown whether it was because of standing outside for a long time, or because of the people behind him.

"Uh...Brother Qichen, is it fashionable for you in Central Plains to hug people like this?"

"Yeah." Jiang Qichen hugged Mu Feng in his arms through the thick fox fur, and rubbed his warm fingertips on his hands constantly to melt away his numb tendons.With his head resting on Mu Feng's shoulder, half of Jiang Qichen's face was almost buried in the fox fur. Even so, he still tried to get as close to Mu Feng's ear as possible: "What are you looking at?"

Mu Feng chuckled: "Shadow."

He tilted his head slightly, half a smile slipped into Jiang Qichen's eyes.

"In this life, what people gain or lose are all appendages outside the human body. Only shadows have been with us since birth. You see, wherever there is light, there are shadows. Does this count as Do you never give up?"

Mu Feng spoke half-seriously, half-talking, but felt Jiang Qichen's arms tightening more and more: "Haha, I'm sorry, I'm talking like a bald donkey again. But brother Qichen, if you don't like to listen, don't take revenge on me." , I can hardly breathe."

Mu Feng's words seemed to turn into cold wind, and penetrated into the cracks of Jiang Qichen's bones. With his deep inner strength, he hadn't experienced cold for a long time, but at this moment, he felt the piercing cold. .

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Qichen's voice was muffled by the fox fur: "It's cold outside, let's go in."

Mu Feng struggled lightly, and pulled himself out of Jiang Qichen's arms: "Okay, Brother Qichen, is your family in charge of the food? I'm already hungry."

"Well, come with me."

Mu Feng followed behind Jiang Qichen, passed through the gambling room on the first floor of the Wishing Pavilion, and stepped through a hanging flower door to the backyard.

The backyard is divided into east and west sides, and all you can see are the blooming snow plums and green bamboos, and you can't see the side at a glance.

Looking at the elegant and unique courtyard in front of him, Mu Feng's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "Brother Qichen, your house is really unique, such a quiet courtyard."

Jiang Qichen: "Stay here occasionally."

"Huh?" Mu Feng was surprised: "Brother Qichen, you are simply reckless. If you just stay overnight, why did you build such a big yard? After building it, you can't live in it, and you need to waste manpower to clean it. You really are rich. If it were me, I wish I could stay here every day, how happy I am."

Jiang Qichen paused, then whispered, "This book was built for you, you can stay as long as you want."

"What?" A gust of wind blew past, and the bamboo leaves in the courtyard rustled. Mu Feng didn't hear what Jiang Qichen said.

"It's nothing." Jiang Qichen shook his head, walked through the corridor surrounded by plum shadows, and pushed open the door of a room at the end.

As soon as the door was opened, the warmth of the room and the smell of the food rushed over.

Mu Feng glanced at Jiang Qichen excitedly, and quickly rushed to the table to sit down. He stared at the delicacies on the table, nodded with certainty, and said excitedly: "Brother Qichen, you It’s my confidant, it’s all my favorite food.”

Mu Feng couldn't wait to pick up the porcelain spoon, filled a spoonful of tofu and put it into his mouth.

Moderately salty, it melts in your mouth.After taking another bite of rice, Mu Feng couldn't help but gave Jiang Qichen a thumbs up: "Brother Qichen, where did you hire your cook? Can you give it to me? It's so sweet."

Jiang Qichen was stunned: "I did it."

"Pfft——" A mouthful of white rice spewed out of his mouth, and he choked on it just as he was about to speak: "Cough cough cough...cough cough..."

Jiang Qichen's brows immediately frowned, he patted Mu Feng's back lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Slow down. Take off the fox fur, the room is warm and it's easy to catch cold."

Mu Feng coughed and untied the tie of the fox fur, watched helplessly as Jiang Qichen took his own fox fur, then gently smoothed the soft white hair, and then hung it on the wooden support.

"Brother Qichen, you are like a good wife and mother..."

Just as Li Huqiu's hand stopped, Jiang Qichen turned around and stared at Mu Feng with heavy eyes.

"Um... I'm kidding, just kidding."

Mu Feng picked up a stewed prawn from the plate, touched the bowl lightly, and then peeled it with bare hands.The braised shrimp was plump and tender, but the soup flowed down Mu Feng's fingertips.

He nonchalantly peeled a shrimp and put it in his mouth, looked at the soup on his hands, and put his fingertips into his mouth with a big grin and began to suck.

But before he could lick it, his hand was snatched away.

"Hey?"

Mu Feng looked at Jiang Qichen in a daze, and saw him clutching his wrist with a gloomy expression, then took out a handkerchief from his front, and wiped his hands carefully.

The handkerchief was snow-white, and as soon as it touched Mu Feng's fingers, it was immediately stained with sauce-colored soup, but those who were attached to the handkerchief only saw the onion-like fingers, looking serious and focused.

After wiping his hands, the towel was casually thrown aside by the owner.

Mu Feng withdrew his hand in embarrassment, feeling a little sloppy: "Brother Qichen, thank you very much. But don't worry, I promise to wash that veil for you clean."

Jiang Qichen didn't answer, he sat down next to Mu Feng, brought the plate of shrimps in front of him, and began to peel the shrimps on his own.

"Eh...Brother Qichen didn't eat, right? Your shrimp is pretty good, eat more."

Mu Feng glanced lightly at Jiang Qichen's expression, seeing that he was concentrating on peeling shrimps and ignoring himself, so he was bored for a while and had to eat by himself.

Seeing the table full of delicacies in surprise, Mu Feng devoured them hungrily.In fact, he eats very well, almost in a slow manner without making a sound.When Jiang Qichen peeled a plate of shrimp and pushed it in front of him, Mu Feng had just eaten a third of a bowl of rice.

He stared blankly at the shelled shrimp in front of him, subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and stammered: "That...Brother Qichen...this...what's the meaning of this..."

Jiang Qichen wiped his hands with the dirty towel just now, and said softly, "Eat it, peel it off."

"Oh..." Mu Feng carefully looked at the shrimp in front of him, and sighed: "I have always heard that people in the Central Plains are kind and generous, and they attach great importance to hospitality. As expected, seeing a hundred things is better than seeing them once, and today's personal experience is truly amazing... "

As Mu Feng said, he picked up a shrimp and wanted to put it into Jiang Qichen's bowl, but found that there was only a pair of chopsticks on the table.He paused, then changed hands and brought the shrimp directly to Jiang Qichen's mouth: "I heard that there is a saying in the Central Plains, which is 'Blessings are shared, and difficulties are shared.' Brother Qichen eats it too."

Jiang Qichen looked at him fixedly, his eyes moved slightly, he lowered his head and bit the shrimp into his mouth without hesitation.

Seeing that he ate the prawns, Mu Feng smiled "hehe", subconsciously put the chopsticks dipped in the soup into his mouth and took a bite, then picked up another chopsticks to roast the chicken, before he could finish his mouth, he suddenly remembered something He patted his thigh: "By the way, brother Qichen, send someone to fetch Donna quickly, she went to buy me wine, she doesn't even know I'm here."

Jiang Qichen hadn't recovered from Mu Feng's act of licking his chopsticks. When he heard that he was buying wine, he became vigilant and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Wine? Are you still drinking?"

"Huh? Is it unusual for men to drink alcohol? How do you say something in the Central Plains..." Mu Feng lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment: "Have a drink and enjoy yourself. In this cold winter, drinking a glass of wine is good for warming your body."

Jiang Qichen felt a pain in his heart when he saw the man in front of him with low eyebrows and a slight smile.

In the past, even in cold weather, Lu Ming always came and went in a single suit.He used to be so afraid of the cold like now, and obediently wrapped up the fox fur when he went out for a while, as if a little wind could blow him away.

Did he hurt his inner...

Seeing that Jiang Qichen was silent and just staring at himself with a sad face, Mu Feng asked in confusion, "Brother Qichen?"

"Okay." Jiang Qichen's eyes darkened, and he stood up from his chair: "I'll help you find someone."

After speaking, without waiting for Mu Feng's response, Jiang Qichen rushed out the door.

The wooden door opened and closed, and Mu Feng slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand.

The bowls and chopsticks overlapped, making a crisp sound.

Mu Feng's eyes lingered from the carefully prepared meals on the table, and finally stopped on the plate of carefully peeled shrimp.

His face turned cold, his fingertips trembled slightly, he remembered that Jiang Qichen was allergic to shrimp.