Prince, Don't Come Over

Yue ziyue feels that her face is about to be torn off. Mu Jiangyuan's hand is very strong, but fortunately, the mask sticks firmly.

"Do you think Mu Jiangyuan recognized me?" Yue ziyue rubs her cheek and leans against Yan MuQing. Yan MuQing has slowed down her horse's reins and shakes her head.

"You have a perfect face, even if you are a master of face changing, you can't see it." Yan MuQing said, "but the body shape, habits, movements and voice can't be changed. People who are familiar with them can recognize them at a glance. I don't know what Mu Jiangyuan knows about you. "

"What do you do when you change face?"

"Change your voice, your body." Yan MuQing said, holding Yue ziyue. Yue ziyue can't help but remember that when he was transformed into yuan Zimo, he was a little shorter than his original appearance. She was used to being very frivolous, and her voice was hoarse. She didn't look like the same person at all.

"It seems so. I can't confirm it. I thought it was two people."

"The moon is more like yuan Zimo, or Yan MuQing."

"I like them all." Yue ziyue smiles and leans back. "I'm greedy. But I still like you a little bit more

"Why?"

"Where the crane returns to the mulberry tree, a gentleman is like a pine." Yue ziyue looks back, and the bamboo leaves are reflected in her eyes. "Pianpian gentleman, such as GUI, such as Bi, such as gold, such as tin, this world women, who do not like."

Yan MuQing held the reins of the hand tight for a while, one hand held the sword handle on the back. All around, except for one or two birdsong, there was only the rustle of wind-driven leaves.

He put his hand down to drive the horse. The stream in the forest did not freeze, but it was still murmuring. There were swimming fish in the stream. Under the shadow of the trees, they did not move.

Yan MuQing turns over and dismounts, reaching out to Yue ziyue. Yue ziyue had a mask on her face. She felt stuffy for a long time. At this time, she took off the mask and washed her face with cool water. She suddenly felt refreshed. With a handkerchief wipe clean the water on the face, Yan MuQing in the other side of the horse.

Yue ziyue drinks the water from the upstream. It comes from the spring in the mountain. It becomes a stream and drips down. It's sweet, just like the spring water in Weiyang mountain. Yue ziyue unscrewed the kettle, filled a can, went to Yan MuQing and touched the horse's mane.

"Did you hear anything just now?" Thinking of his nervousness, Yue ziyue couldn't help asking.

"No, I heard it wrong."

I don't know if it's his real mistake or to keep Yue ziyue from worrying. Yue ziyue always feels that Yan MuQing is absent-minded when she is on her way. In the evening, I didn't get to the next post house. But I saw a small village.

People in the village haven't seen much of the world, but they are close to Jinling, and they are not surprised at the childe brother in royal clothes.

With a respectful attitude, he made up the bed for them. There are three sons and one daughter in this family. The youngest is a baby. The oldest is the same age as Yue ziyue. The whole family is happy to sit on a table and drink porridge.

As a guest of honor, the farmer's wife cooked more dishes. Several children were staring at the food on the table with their chopsticks, but they were afraid to move when their mother looked at them.

Yue ziyue looked at the poor man and said, "you eat first."

The children looked at each other a few eyes, then gobbled up the food, as if they had never eaten a good meal in their lives.

"Children don't understand. I'll let the old lady cook new meals for you The farmer's face was a little angry. Originally, he looked honest and gave the children a hard look.

"Well, we can have porridge." Yan MuQing said.

"As soon as you look at them, they are great figures from the capital. How dare we neglect them?" The farmer said, "mother-in-law, stir fry a few more dishes."

Yue ziyue was stunned when she went out of the door with her baby in her arms. After putting down the meal, the woman picked up a few mouthfuls of rice and sat down in front of the loom. While eating, she could still hear the continuous sound of the loom.

Yue ziyue, the weaving machine, had only seen it in the museum, but now it was real. It's just that what this peasant woman weaves is not silk and satin, but ordinary coarse linen. At this moment, the thread spun from coarse linen has already been woven half a foot. Although it is coarse hemp, there is not a knot in it. It is very smooth and the weavers are skilled.

Yue ziyue was so absorbed that she went over and watched the shuttle shuttle shuttle. In her time, few people could weave.

"Miss Gomes? The first time I see this? " The peasant woman took the shuttle in her hand. She spoke in a heavy tone. Yue ziyue was confused, nodded and then shook her head.

"When a young lady looks well-dressed, she is rich. These are all rough jobs." His husband's Mandarin was quite good. Yue ziyue could understand it, so he saw Yan MuQing putting down her chopsticks with a smile in her eyes. Yue ziyue sits back and goes to Yan MuQing.

The family was not afraid of the powerful people from the capital. The farmer simply spoke to Yan MuQing, but never to Yue ziyue. In his eyes, Yue ziyue is just a vase with Yan MuQing.I can't blame him for this idea. From his point of view, Yue ziyue is not suitable for work.

Suddenly he heard a sound outside. Yue ziyue rushed out to have a look. Then he saw the black dog holding his tail and whining.

"It's probably wild cats. After basking in the fish, wild cats come to steal the fish every day." The farmer scolded.

Yue ziyue took another look at the black dog. The black dog still had its tail between its legs. If it was a wild cat, the dog would bark, not be scared like this. There was no sound of pots and pans overturning.

Yue ziyue is lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She turns around and sees Yan MuQing with her eyes open, hands on her lips.

Yue ziyue didn't make a sound. In the silence of the night, in addition to the sound of breathing and heartbeat, you can also hear very subtle sounds. It's not the rustle of mice, it's someone approaching quietly. It should have been outside the wall.

Mujiang yuan didn't let them go so easily. Yan MuQing got up, quietly took the sword, stood at the window, slightly pushed open the window, saw several people from the gap, slowly close.

The next door snores like thunder, and their small movements are not noticeable. Yue ziyue also comes to him with a sword. He sees that the group of people come forward and are ready to draw the sword, but Yan MuQing holds her hand.

Yue ziyue looked at him suspiciously, and then saw Yan MuQing's hand. Behind the killers, he didn't know when to fall a man. He was snow-white, with blue neckline and light clothes. He fell behind the killers. He was a man. The moon was dim, and he couldn't distinguish his appearance. He just felt that there was a layer of light around him.