Chapter 1161: Special day

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Feng Sujin was sad, maybe everyone around her had seen Jun Mohan, only she hadn't met him directly.
But it doesn't matter, he's all right.
After Feng Sujin ate a bowl, he asked Qiu Wenyu, "Which other bowl is it?"
In this case, only Feng Sujin and Qiu Wenquan understood what it meant.
Because he said two bowls before, Feng Sujin knew that there was another bowl for her.
Her subtext is that there is a bowl that Jun Mohan made for her.
Faced with such a clever woman, Qiu Wenmao felt that any lies were useless.
He could only silently pass the bowl of dumplings to Feng Sujin.
Feng Sujin continued to eat bite by bite.
Eating and eating, she really wanted to cry.
But she can only control her emotions very hard.
"It's crackling ..."
The sound of firecrackers outside was still sounding, and this sound made the heart more lonely.
Feng Sujin's expression seemed to float far away.
When Beiquan City was in the imperial capital, Jun Mohan was reluctant to let her do it every time she made dumplings.
But she always wanted to help. She would roll the dumpling skin next to her, and when she looked up, she would meet his gentle and doted eyebrows.
Every time she dumped dumplings, she would smell the smell beside and waited expectantly.
He will gently touch her head and say, "A Jinbei, just a moment."
That look, that tone, I really miss it now when I want to come.
Every time the dumplings were about to be cooked, he would pinch one that was not so hot and put it in her mouth to let her eat the first one.
Seeing her happy eating, his eyebrows became particularly soft, which was an intoxicating wave of light, conquering the beauty of the world.
Those memories are engraved in the bones.
Thinking about it, Feng Sujin's hands were trembling slightly, and some of them were not stable.
The amount of dumplings in two bowls is the most she can eat.
She knows how many there are, and Jun Mohan also knows her appetite.
It's also guaranteed not to break her.
Feng Sujin smiled, with bitterness, nostalgia and affection, so sad, but she was so happy.
Because on such a special day, she ate the dumplings of Jun Mohan again.
She no longer persecuted him, and she did not investigate whether she could see him, as long as he knew that he was good, and that he was with him.
She would wait for him to appear and recognize her.
...
At this time, Liang Xiaoqing was in the same place as the sculpture, Jun ... Jun Mohan?
She didn't really hear it wrong, then ... then this woman is actually Feng Sujin?
what……
Liang Xiaoqing's mouth was so wide that he forgot his image in front of Qiu Wenyu.
Although the Da Kun tribe is far away from that empire, she has heard some legends about the empire.
One of them is about Jun Mohan and Feng Sujin.
These two people are true kings and queens recognized by the people.
Both people's legends can write a story.
She remembers that when she was listening, she was yearning, thinking that she could meet the two of them.
Unexpectedly, she would meet Feng Sujin in the legend!
No wonder she always felt that she was so beautiful, noble, noble to bear profanity.
And noble when she misunderstood before, she could not afford to be jealous.
No, doesn't it mean that both are dead?
So ... is this real person in front of me?
Liang Xiaoqing was in a daze, and the bowl and chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground, breaking the peace in the tent.