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"Oh, I'm sorry." Feng Shi smiled like a fox, turned his face away, and led Jieyou to the direction of their camp.

this laugh...

Mo Yan only felt his heart beat faster suddenly. Looking at Feng Shi's back, he couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "The way a Han woman smiles really... really makes people... tickle... "

Chapter 1. Love

"Ah……"

After entering the camp, Feng Shi pulled Jieyou to sit on the couch, squatted in front of Jieyou, and kept breathing on Jieyou's hands to keep warm.

"Tonight is a good start." Feng Shi suddenly looked up at Jieyou, his eyes filled with distress, "It's just that the road ahead will be far more difficult than today, Jieyou, I'm only worried about your body."

Jieyou smiled and looked at Feng Shi, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the snowflakes from Feng Shi's hair, "Sister Shi, can you teach me Wusun dialect?"

Feng Shi was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "If you want to learn, I will teach you now." After speaking, he just stood up when Jieyou hugged him tightly.

Jieyou's slightly cold cheeks were pressed against Feng Shi's cheeks, and a touch of warmth gradually burned from the joint of their skins. Jieyou gently rubbed Feng Shi's cheeks nostalgicly, and said with a smile: "Sister Yu, if this For the rest of my life, I can be like this night, you are always by my side, how nice it is."

Feng Shi smiled lightly, and wrapped his arms tightly in relief, "Silly, if I'm not by your side, where will I go?"

The corner of Jieyou's mouth curled up in a happy arc, he didn't speak, but stepped back slightly, raised his face slightly, looked at Feng Shi tenderly, and suddenly, quickly pecked Feng Shi on the cheek, feeling ashamed He lowered his face.

"Worry relief..."

The smile on Feng Shi's face became stronger, she stared at Jieyou's face burningly, stretched out her hand, pinched her chin lightly, and asked in a charming voice: "Do you want to learn Wusun dialect tonight?" Do you still want to..." As he spoke, he lowered his face quietly, wanting to kiss her moist lips.

"I think... um..." Jieyou was startled to feel Feng Shi's breath so close at hand, just as he raised his head, it bumped against Feng Shi's lips.

Jieyou only felt that his mind was blank, and his breath was full of Feng Shi's breath, which was even more intoxicating than spirits.

Cupping Jieyou's cheeks with warm hands, Feng Shi quietly stretched out his fragrant tongue, wrapping it around Jieyou's fragrant tongue. For a moment, Feng Shi only felt that Jieyou's body in front of him was soft, just like himself.

"Um……"

The small whispers escaped from each other's lips, and it was no longer clear whether it was from Jieyou, or from Feng Shi?

Jieyou only felt his feet go soft, and sat down on the couch, but brought Feng Shi to press on him.

There was a little distance between each other in an instant, and their eyes looked at each other, and what was dancing in their eyes was the unsatisfactory chun... color.

"Sister Yu..." Jieyou stretched out his hand and hooked Feng Shi's neck, with a hint of shyness in his smile, but to Feng Shi, it was an irresistible temptation, "How dare you today?" Dare... dare not..." Halfway through speaking, Jieyou felt ashamed to say that word.

The corner of Feng Shi's mouth curled up with a hint of evil charm, "Dare you dare to do anything? If you don't tell me, I don't understand?"

"Sister Yu, you bully people!"

"You asked me if I dared to do it, it counts as bullying, isn't it?"

"You..." Jieyou's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he turned and shrank into a ball, "Sister Yu, you actually laughed at me!"

"This is not a joke, what I'm talking about is the truth, otherwise you said, what is it if it's not bullying?" Feng Shi smiled even more joyfully, feeling that this moment was the happiest moment after they left Yanmen Pass.

"me……"

"Since you can't say it, then..."

"What?"

"Let me bully you once..."

Feng Shi's voice lowered, slightly hoarse, she gently took off Jieyou's fur hat, and untied the tie of Jieyou's warm robe.

"Bang bang" heartbeat sounded, Jieyou tightened his arms a little nervously, "Sister Yu..."

"Don't call me sister in the future. There is only one word I want to engrave in your heart, and that is, Shi." Feng Shi's warm eyes met those of knowing you, and he smiled like a fox.

"Okay..." Jieyou raised his head slightly suddenly, with his lips close at hand, he called out softly, "嫽..."

"Madam Right! Lady Feng!"

Suddenly, Mo Yan's voice sounded outside the camp.

Feng Shi hurriedly stood up from Jieyou, subconsciously straightened his clothes, and before the word was passed, Mo Yan once again barbarously opened the curtain and came in.

Jieyou also sat up in a panic, and pulled up the warm fur that was scattered on the couch.

"Everyone wants to come thank you..." Mo Yan had only finished speaking halfway, and felt that the atmosphere here was a bit strange. He looked at the flushed faces of Feng Shi and Jieyou, "I told you not to go out in the wind and snow. I thought this was the world of your Han family, how could the wind and snow there be as severe as our Wusun wind and snow? But did you get frostbite on your face?" As he spoke, he walked to Feng Shi's side distressedly, wanting to take a closer look at the blush on Feng Shi's face Is it frostbite.

Feng Shi stepped back just right, lowered his head and said: "The right general is very true, just now I took a closer look at the blush on Madam You's face, I'm afraid she is really frostbitten, I'll go out and boil some hot water for Madam You first Come on, iron it for a while."

"Hey..." Mo Yan wanted to say something, but Feng Shi had already lifted the curtain and walked out. Mo Yan said to himself, "Stupid woman, I only care about your princess again, and I don't even care about myself!"

"Cough cough," Jieyou coughed softly, "General You, what did you say to everyone?"

Mo Yan turned his head and said, "Everyone is coming to thank Mrs. You for your help last night."

"This is what I should do." Jieyou replied with a smile, got up and walked to the curtain, "It's freezing cold, I can't let them wait outside for too long, I'm going to persuade them Go back first."

After Jieyou also left here, Mo Yan always felt that there was a faint warmth in the camp, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.

"Since my princess is Wusun's right wife, she should treat everyone well."

Outside the camp, Feng Shi's Wusun dialect rang out. Although Jieyou couldn't understand it, as long as Feng Shi was talking, she felt at ease.

"I've seen Mrs. You..."

Seeing Jieyou, the people of Wusun hurriedly saluted Jieyou.

Jieyou panicked, even though she couldn't understand their language, she could see the respect in this etiquette, she quickly helped a gray-haired old man in the middle, "Get up quickly, get up quickly, 嫽!"

Feng Shi nodded with a smile, already knew what Jieyou wanted her to do, so he said in Wusun dialect: "Get up quickly, or my princess will feel sad."

"Sad?" Some Wusun people didn't understand.

Feng Shi helped the other old man up, and continued: "Everyone is kneeling like this, my princess is very distressed, how can she not be sad? Get up quickly, or my princess will kneel with everyone." After finishing speaking , Feng Shi gave Jieyou a wink, and said in Chinese, "Princess, do you think so? They are kneeling like this, and you have to kneel together."

Jieyou nodded repeatedly, making a gesture to kneel down.

"Don't...don't..." The people of Wusun got up quickly, they couldn't bear the dignified Mrs. Right's kneeling.