"Bridge, brother, come." Xiaoqiu saw that Mo Bridge was very happy.

Since Moqiao is holding a horse in the city, I got the doctor of Mo Yan, many palace people, the maid saw him, he would not exempt the fear of fear.

This fear is not good at communicating with others, and it is more serious and cold.

But maybe it is to learn from the end of the micro, and the young and young, the small autumn is still very enthusiastic.

This makes the ink bridge in his heart.

"Bridge brother has not come to dinner? My sister is taking the pancakes. I am going to do something, let you take it together with Feng Ge," I mentioned it, Xiao Qiu's eyes flashed on the crystal light, no ink The bridge replied, and the twist ran.

The ink bridge looked at the small back of the run, and smiled at the bottom of the eye, sat down in Cheng Feng's desk.

"Noise is not stopped, I am still annoying all day, but fortunately you come." Cheng Feng is not resistant to complaint.

"She is only such a high." Mo Bridge reached out, "If you really bother her, you can make her don't dare to come again."

Cheng Feng hurts his mouth and open his eyes.

"The injury is good." Mo Bridge raised a small can wine, put on the table, and turned out two cups from Cheng Feng's table.

"You said." Cheng Feng looked at him, "I have been lying for a long time. In the past, we were injured, there was such ..."

The two respectively raise a glass, touched it, spirits into the throat, both fragrant and alcohol.

Not long ago, the two have also been sitting, the same person, the same wine, but it is that bitterness.

Alcohol stimulates nerves, makes people's thinking more sensibility.

To the past, every injury is lying alone in a cold wet.

Thirst, there is no water, hungry, and have not eaten.

In the boundless silence, patience, suffocating, fear that may come to the death of the next moment.

Fortunately, there will be a brother, come back at night, and send a group of food to your mouth to save the food, feeding a turbid water.

I barely pull you back from the edge of death, and continue to survive in the darkness of the murder.

But now,

Cheng Feng looked at the empty medicine bowl on the desktop.

Every time he opens his eyes, there is always a sweet water, warm porridge, is held in front of his bed.

There are a lot of words, let him feel too noisy, so that he has always hestemed himself, it is very uncomfortable.

Not used to this warmth.

Although that is just a child, it is often a hair.

But the heart is very hot, and he is hot in the cold in a long time, and the next consciousness wants to resist.

Cheng Feng closed his eyes and searched in his own dark life. It seems that this take care of this kind of care only when young.

At that time, the more warm, the next memory is more cruel.

If you don't encounter your main public.

I like this from the inside, and how to be black, how can I have an opportunity to be gently waiting.

Cheng Feng be a cup of wine: "You come to find me, but is it?"

The ink bridge pulled out the little piece of tabs hanging on the neck, and it took a moment.

He Lanzhen and Simausea are his newly known friends, they are very enthusiastic and sincere.

On the contrary, Cheng Feng treats people consistently cold and poisonous tongue.

But I don't know why, I will find this kind of Fengfeng business, and he feels that the heart is stable and smooth.

This is a brother who truly understands him and understands his.

"Do you say this is the main government give you?" Cheng Feng looked at the triangular hanging.

Mo Bridge is gently hmmom, he is staring at the eyes of the Na slice.

"Bridge, I have persuaded you to stay away from the Lord, and now I seem to be wrong." Cheng Feng said.

Moqiao has always been resolute face line, slightly soft: "He, I hope I can return to him, but I don't have anything, what can I give? I can match the main public? To this end, I am worried about many days. "

"Are you stupid? The Lord is a king of a country, how can the people who can get his eyes. He wants nothing more than your heart. Tomorrow, I will accompany you to the market, take a closer look for your heart. Things, conver been able to offer. "

Moqiao is troubled, and finally found a solution, loose a breath: "Big good."

Zhangzhou City stationed tens of thousands of army,

When the sun is obliged, the soldiers of the city are creating, and they will come into the market.

Therefore, in the evening, the market is more lively, and many shops have picked up the lanterns and prepare to open the night.

Although the street is a soldier oil, it is still very eye-catching.

One is dressed in a jacket, colorful, and cold.

Another ventinity is black, and it is good to have a heart.

Two people followed a white and tender female doll, a pair of big eyes kept looking at it.

"What did you buy?" Cheng Feng frowned.

This is his first time to visit this market, the excessive boss on both sides of the road makes him very discomfort.

He was scattered and scattered out of the moment of rejecting people outside the thousands of miles, and she was scared back to the boss attempted to greet.

Mo Bridge is also very discomfort, he said some discure: "General He Lan suggested that I bought some ... Pearl jewelry. Sima Raisher recommended ... cough."

Mo Bridge is stayed in a jewelry shop for a long time.

Xiaoqiu squats outside the door, the stalls of the sale, the excitement, this touch, the one.

One of them did a live-free cloth tiger, let her love not to release.

I remember that when I was in my hometown, I also had such a cloth tiger. Although I was very broken, it was more than a lot of time, but she still didn't have any opportunity to touch, it was a precious toy that the younger brothers were eligible.

"Female doll, if you don't buy it, don't always touch it, this can be five big money, stain, tired of the old man is not selling." The boss of the booth opened.

Five big money fell above the booth, and one hand stretched back from the small autumn, mentioned the tiger.

"Feng, A Phoenix, what do you buy this? Borrow me to play, play." Xiaoqiu ran behind the A Feng body, I would like to be enough.

With a rush, the exquisite toy fell into her arms, the back of the red dress, but the head did not return.

Chengfeng walked forward, he was very annoyed to the move of his own meaning.

If you thanked her, I would like to think about my treatment.

"Feng? Chu Feng?"

At this moment, a man's voice sounded not far away.

Cheng Fengton lived his footsteps. It turned into the body in an instant, and a fear of his fear, climbed up his head along his foot.

That is a fear that comes to the bottom of his heart.

A more than 30 men stopped them.

This person has a must, clothing is luxuriant.

"Feng, this is not a phoenix? For many years, you are so big." The man reached out and tried to pull the hands of Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng is a bit bite by the snake, and the fierce retreats two steps, the eyes are red, and they are dead.

"Chu Feng, don't you remember me? I am Chu Wei, your former master." The man squatted, showing a happy expression, "The family did not fall, the economy was very tight, there is no sale You. My heart is also very unsolved, and these years often think of you. "

"Now, I am fortunate to be worshiped by Song Yugong as a guest." Chu Wei's unique sleeves, showing their own wealth, "Chu Feng, who is your current owner? You come with me, I am going to find He bought you. "

He reached out to pull the phoenix, halfway, the hand was taken by a white little hand.

A female doll of less than ten year old, holding only a tiger in one hand, holding A Feng, the drums to him: "His name is Chengfeng, not Chu Feng, is our general. Who are you?" ? In our Zhangzhou City, dare to rudely rude to our Jin Guo's generals? It is not good. "

"What general." Chu Wei smiled, "The little doll wants to marry me, I am a Song Guo's minister, tomorrow, you can ask you Jin Guo, you will be the army, you will not be afraid. Do you cut your small head? "

Cheng Feng got a small autumn hand and turned it.

"Chu Feng! How do you use this attitude to your old master." Chu Wei reached out and stopped them. "I have forgotten you when I am doing it."

He showed a lightweight, and the upper and lower and down the phoenix, put a self-righteous smile: "When you are too small, you may not remember. At that time, we are so good, if it is not an unreslves, People who can't afford to have a few people, how can I have to make it easy to make a lot of white and big,? "

Chu Wei's relying on, whispered a whisper: "I haven't touched you I haven't mentioned it."

Cheng Feng feels a layer of chicken skin, he can't control the slight shaking of the body.

Such a person, I actually took him a god, even after he pushed me to hell, I still lasted his good memory, looking for his behavior, looking for an excuse.

He felt the cold of the ice cream.

"Feng, what happened?" Xiaoqiu worried about the bloodless Cheng Feng, pulled his hand.

"Walk," Cheng Feng bite his teeth, "We are going."

"Money!" Chu Wei's cold face, waving a few came from, surrounded by Cheng Feng and Xiaoqiu.

One hand protroved from the shadow in the pavilion, set up the Cheng Feng shoulders.

That hand is warm and powerful.

It is a bridge.

He didn't send it, and firmly stood behind Cheng Feng's body, and he took a cold light. It was coldly looked at the exotic people in the Song Dynasty.

Chengfeng's immersed in the heart of ice, was saved by this hot hand.

He felt that his flyfoot gradually stood.

He pushed Xiaoqiu to his back, holding a sword handle, and pulling out a palm of the sword, red eyes and the people who hated him in front of him.

"Ink school."

"The school did it here?"

"Fighting? For me, Yang Sheng."

Several Jindu soldiers who wandered around the street came over.

For the first person, there is a striking scar, a face, and the sleeves are pushed to Chu Wei.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I am a minister of Song, you don't have rude." Chu Wei saw them more people, and there is a middle-level will be present, I know it, I am very embarrassed. So I am in order to greeten, and I have left it.

Moqiao and Yang Sheng have greeted,

He took Cheng Feng's shoulder, "walk, go back."

Cheng Feng turned his head and looked at him.

Moqiao has a mood at this moment.

He added the power in his hand: "Don't worry. Nothing. Will n't matter."