Gone, swaying.

Qiu Jiang was in the dream, turning around and struggling desperately.

The dark curtain was covered like a huge net, pressing her down and pressing her down, making her breathless.

The white snow flew in the sky, bit by bit, piece by piece, quickly spreading, and finally turned into a vast area.

There is a little black shadow in the white, which is clearly moving away, but it is becoming clearer and clearer.

Qiu Jiang's hands shook.

That's...

Feng Xiaoya.

Feng Xiaoya was wearing a black fox fur and walked ahead. His footprints fell on the snow, and the distance between each step was the same.

She knew the same thing because she had measured it secretly. She knew that he could do martial arts, and even more so that he never trusted others. So she followed him and deliberately kept a three-foot distance. Such a distance would make him feel safe.

She was so careful and took every step.

As a result, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at her.

She was shocked: Did she violate his taboo?

The next moment, he stretched out his arms and grabbed her hand. She struggled gently, but instead of breaking free, she was pulled tighter by him. Then, her body involuntarily took two steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Feng Xiaoya's eyes were like cold stars, but they were shining with the warmth of the spring breeze and sun. She smiled at her slightly, said nothing, and just held her hand and continued to move forward.

So the footprints in the snow became two parallel lines.

The snow is flying, the world is cold. And his hands are so warm.

Qiu Jiang thought this was not true, it was definitely not true.

Feng Xiaoya is such a lazy person and never walks by herself. How could he walk alone in such a snowy place? How could he smile at her and smile so gently?

She couldn't remember the things she had with Feng Xiaoya every day.

Everything comes from hearing.

She heard that she was his concubine, she heard that he loved her very much, but she didn't remember whether they were as close as other couples, whether he helped her draw thrushes and whether she helped him to take care of her clothes.

A sentence suddenly smashed down like a thunderbolt that broke through the dark curtain-

"Memories without details are fake!"

Qiu Jiang woke up suddenly, sat up suddenly, opened her eyes, and heard a clanging sound in front of her, and there was a sound of ceramic shattering.

Her gaze blurred for a while before she slowly returned to the Qingming Festival.

She was in an extremely gorgeous room. She was lying on a very spacious soft couch with a light golden tent on it, with a row of golden tassels sewn on it. The tassels were swaying without wind, swinging and swaying.

I turned around and looked around. Although the house looked no different from an ordinary house, there were no windows and the whole house was swaying gently.

Qiu Jiang got the answer in an instant - on board!

A little girl was squatting on the ground to pick up fragments. I guess the sound of shattering before came from this.

After picking up the fragments on the ground, the little girl stood up and smiled slightly at her: "Madam, you're awake!"

Qiu Jiang rolled her eyes: "Where is this?"

"Onboard."

"What ship?"

"My young master's ship."

Qiu Jiang raised her eyebrows: "Clouds shining?"

"Yes." The little girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old and looked very well-behaved. After packing up the pieces, she poured a glass of water and handed it to Qiu Jiang, "You have been sleeping for several days, are you thirsty?"

Qiu Jiang took the water, sniffed it, and felt that there should be no problem, so she slowly drank it. As the cold and smooth water flowed into the body, her mind became much brighter.

The first question that came to my mind was - "My fellow...well, where is that Ding Sansan? Are you dead?"

The little girl covered her lips and smiled secretly.

"What's wrong?"

"He is not dead. But... it's almost the same as death..." The little girl said this and laughed again.

***

Yifei really wants to die.

He could make green eyes, sallow cheeks, gray hair, and hunched figure to disguise Ding Sansan, but he could not disguise him at all - eat spicy food.

Yi Fei was sweet and couldn't eat spicy or bitter at all. But the three dishes in front of him were spicy and bitter, and the spicy taste kept drilling into his nose, and he felt that he was about to collapse.

But Yun Shanshan said happily: "Come on! Last time I made a dish that I thought was already very spicy, but you left without saying a word. After I went back, I learned from the pain. I heard that the hollyhock powder in Nanshan District of Yan was the most spicy. It was ground with hollyhock roots and rushed straight into my nose and throat. Tears suddenly flowed down. Therefore, the local mountain people called it "Shrew Witch". I finally got it. These three plates are slightly spicy, medium spicy and heavy spicy. You can try it!"

Yi Fei's cold sweat flowed down his forehead: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"My master, I've eaten it! In short, the old rules, if you can't eat it, you can't compare to me, you will die."

What is this rule! Yi Fei shouted in his heart.

Yun Shanzhan pushed the plate in front of him, and the intention in his eyes was quite obvious - either eat or die.

Yifei sighed and said, "Who will do your business if I die?"

Yun Shanshan snorted coldly: "You delayed me for ten months, and there is no chance. Is it the same with you?"

Yi Fei couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Yun Shanshan entrusted Ding Sansan to do it?

He pretended to be a temporary person and did not know what Ding Sansan had done in the past, but based on his experience of working with Ding Sansan once, Ding Sansan is not a person who does not keep his promise. So, what kind of task was that he could not accomplish after ten months?

Moreover, Ruyi Sect is mysterious in its work. Even Yifei only knows that Ding Sansan is called Saner, but Yun Shanshan knows his full name. Their friendship seems to be unusual.

But if it was such a good relationship, would Yun Shanshan not recognize that Ding Sansan was fake? Or, he already knew it, pretended not to know, and thought of a way to deal with him?

A series of questions circulated in Yi Fei's mind, but Yun Shanshan kept saying: "Eat quickly! What are you waiting for?"

Yi Fei had to pick up the spoon beside him, spoonful of slightly spicy hollyhock powder into his mouth. A torrent of water rushed straight into his mouth and nose. Yi Fei was shocked and subconsciously wanted to spit it out. In front of his eyes, there were big eyes like round grapes, staring at him without blinking, and asked, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Yifei used his internal strength to swallow the hollyhock powder with a tragic mood of a hero cutting off his arm, and a layer of tears rose in his eyes. The tears blurred the colorful films, making him unable to see clearly anymore.

"I knew that the slight spicy is still too light for you. Come on, come on, try the next medium spicy!"

Yi Fei's hand shook and the spoon fell onto the table.

The clouds frowned two curved willow eyebrows.

Seeing that the second young master was about to get angry again, Yi Fei hurriedly said, "I... taste it directly... heavy, spicy!"

God knows how difficult it is for him to spit out the last two words. As the saying goes, he stretches his head and cuts his head. Since today's threshold is clearly overwhelming, why bother suffering more?

Yi Fei decided to eat the spicyest one directly! He died completely!

When Yun Shanshan looked at him again, his eyes were filled with admiration: "Good! I deserve to be the third brother! Come on-"

With this sound, another finely carved spoon was handed to Yi Fei, like a life-threatening magic talisman, faintly shining with the light of hell.

Yifei took the spoon with his trembling hands and looked at the third plate of hollyhock powder.

This plate of hollyhock is black.

It is as dark as the eyes of clouds, and as dark as the heart of clouds.

Yi Fei cursed him thousands of times in his heart, then gritted his teeth, cruelly closed his eyes and started eating!

The swordsmen and maids watched this once-in-a-lifetime picture, and commented on this, pointing fingers—

"Wow, look at his face full of sweat!"

"He is sweating in his eyes too!"

"I'm stupid, of course I'm crying when I'm crying, how could it be sweating..."

"He thought it was so delicious, so he was moved?"

"His face turned purple! It's so amazing. The first time I knew someone would eat spicy food, his face turned purple!"

"It's still half way, just try to eat!"

...

At first, everyone was laughing and laughing. Later, when they saw Yi Fei was still trying to eat, they were all moved by inexplicably and began to applaud him.

"Eat-eat-eat-eat-eat-eat-"

——When Qiu Jiang followed the little girl to the flower hall in the cabin on the upper floor, she saw this scene.

Yi Fei's hair and clothes were soaked in sweat, his face was flushed red and purple, and he cried while eating. He held a spoon in one hand and pressed his other hand against his stomach, as if he was forcing himself to endure because it was too painful, and as if he was encouraging himself to continue working hard.

There was still a small half of the hollyhock powder left on the plate. Yi Fei gave a spoonful of spoons to his mouth several times, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Qiu Jiang's eyes flashed, and she suddenly walked over and pressed the hand holding the spoon.

Yi Fei looked up in surprise.

Qiu Jiang didn't look at him, but took the spoon from his hand, took a bite, showed a thoughtful expression, and then ate all the remaining hollyhock powder on the plate.
To be continued...