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Chapter 155 Little Meng, You've Lost Weight (4)
From the sound, it could be heard that he hadn't slept for several days and nights.

Neither of them opened their mouths. Since the first greeting, time seemed to have stopped.

They are probably all afraid that this is a dream, a somewhat beautiful dream, and they don't want to wake up no matter what, and naturally no one will disturb it.

It was Dongmeng who broke the deadlock. After all, his mobile phone's battery was running low. Even if it was a dream, it couldn't be wasted in silence. After all, I don't know if this is a domestic long distance, not only across provinces, but also across dynasties.

"Feng Ling, is that you?" Dong Meng asked softly, and just heard the other side muttering to herself.

"This is really a dream. How could she talk to me in such a gentle tone... But even if it's a dream, it's good to wake up later."

Dong Meng felt helpless and amused when she heard it, cleared her throat, and said seriously: "Mr. Feng Ling, you heard it right. This is a certain dynasty hundreds of years ago. I am here to say hello to you."

"This voice is really real!" Feng Ling still couldn't believe it. After all, what Dong Meng said was too shocking. Could it be that the signal of Heavenly Kingdom Mobile has covered the ancient times.

Dong Meng had no choice but to say, "Go online, I'll make a face-to-face video with you, and let you see what's going on."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Ling was like sleepwalking from the beginning to the end, and Dongmeng felt more and more sad. At the beginning, she hid all this just because she didn't want to make her sad before parting, but she didn't expect that her actions would hurt her so much. To Feng Ling who loves her deeply.

According to the nature of men.He should have been looking for her for a long time without sleep!

Almost immediately, Dong Meng saw the news that Feng Ling was online.

The two turned on the video, and a handsome man like Feng Ling's face was full of greenness in just a few days, he looked like a man whose wife just donated money and ran away with others.

The most important thing is that there are two deep dark circles under his eyes. Although there is nothing wrong with his mental state, Dong Meng can think of his worry and sadness.

The two hadn't seen each other for a few days, but it seemed like they were thousands of years apart.

"You've lost weight." This was the first sentence Feng Ling said. Although it was short, it contained a thousand words. Dong Meng couldn't help but chuckle. She watches TV dramas every day in modern times, and it seems that the protagonists in them all have this accent.

"Isn't it? The food and drink here seem to be inferior to modern times."

In this era, Zhang Qian hadn't been sent to the Western Regions yet, and the seeds of many plants hadn't been brought in. He couldn't help but eat tomatoes. Can winter lemons, which are used to eating all kinds of vegetables in modern times, not lose weight?
"Where are you now? Why can't I find you after searching all over the kingdom of heaven?"

Facing Feng Ling's question, Dong Meng was speechless, and she could only reply bitterly: "The same sky and the same dream, but we can't meet each other."

Feng Ling was still a young man pretending to be literary and artistic, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard this sentence: "Stop making trouble, I have someone identify it, this situation should be some kind of close-up magic performance."

Dong Meng knew that Feng Ling was used to materialism, so she could only step aside and let the small camera capture all the background behind her.

"Where does this look like to you?"

Feng Ling was taken aback, looking at the antique dress, even the chair under Dong Meng could be seen to be old.

"Which crew is it?"

Dong Meng was overjoyed, and replied: "Which crew would you be willing to pay such a high price to do these scenes?"

Although he had already expected it in his heart and didn't fully believe in the magic, he was still shocked and unbelievable after seeing it with his own eyes. Most importantly, he was worried that the female general might not be able to come back after she left.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling was suddenly startled: "No, if you were really in ancient times, how would you connect to the Internet?"

The female general looked at the full cell phone signal, and said thoughtfully: "I can't figure out this problem, so I said we are in the same land."

The words they said to each other from the bottom of their hearts were not too nasty, but the feeling of longing was equally touching.

The ancients and the present used this method to meet each other. If those network operators knew about it, it would be a natural advertisement. Dongmengci had already figured it out for them.

You deserve to have a meeting spanning hundreds of years.

As long as Dong Meng thinks that an ancient person can meet and communicate in this way in the modern age, he will feel dizzy, and the Space-Time Administration will probably be busy by then.

How to greet after the video, hello, I’m from 2014, and the answer is hello, I’m from 232 AD.

It's hard to imagine such a picture.

Yushuang has been in a state of petrification since Dongmeng called, and has been standing stiffly in place, looking at the female general with shock, just like you suddenly know one day that the closest person around you is actually an alien .

If it had been as usual, when Yunying's unmarried lady chatted so happily with a strange man, Yushuang would have stepped forward to stop her, but today she remained motionless, only carefully observing the things in Dongmeng's hands, still thinking , Why is a living person put into such a small box, and how is it done.

"Who is the little maid beside you?"

Hearing Fengling's question, Dongmeng showed an imperceptible smile, and deliberately introduced: "This is my big maid, Yushuang, according to our rules here, I should be your little girl in the future."

Feng Ling and Yushuang were frightened at the same time, Yushuang waved her hands hastily: "Miss, don't joke, slaves don't want to be locked in a box."

Feng Ling was even more dumbfounded: "Marry a chicken as a chicken and marry a dog as a dog. If you want to marry into the 21st century, you have to follow our rules here. Even Feng Jianguo's grandson must be sentenced for bigamy."

Dong Meng laughed loudly, and was about to tease a few words, but suddenly her eyes darkened: "Oh, it's a pity that I can't go back."

Feng Ling was in a hurry, and couldn't help asking: "Then how did you get there before? If it doesn't work, I can go to you, even if I become a black household after I passed, please don't let me marry you."

Yushuang spat furiously: "Bah, you hateful apprentice, you still want to insult my young lady's reputation."

Feng Ling was speechless immediately: "Your lady has lived with me here for a few months, you know that cohabitation means living together."

Seeing that the little girl was tearing up, Dong Meng hurriedly waved her hands: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm so angry with the big girl, let's finish talking quickly if there is anything to do, the laptop is almost dead, and we don't have an outlet here."

Feng Ling shook his head in distress: "Then how can I get on the plane to the ancient times?"

"It's a bit difficult. We don't have a fixed route here." Dong Meng also had a frowning face. If she had a choice, she really didn't want her family to stay in ancient times. So what if she became a prime minister, and she couldn't even eat a bowl of tomato noodles.

(End of this chapter)