Chapter 129 Feng Qixue's confession

Nangong Miyin wanted to hand the seasoning bag in her hand to the rest of the people and let them put a little. She turned her head and saw the coachman's vigilant eyes. Nangong Miin couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. Then she curled the corners of her mouth and collected the seasoning bag carelessly, and then picked up the cut branch and inserted a big fish into the fire. It was roasted slowly. When the fish in his hand was almost half cooked, Nangong Miin picked up the seasoning bag that Nan Man Niang had just handed to her and sprinkled it on the fish like just now, and then the fish instantly emitted a fragrance, which made people salivate.

The fish was slowly cooked. Nangong Miyin picked up a slightly larger one and handed it to the southern barbarian, and then picked up a slightly smaller one and ate it. The remaining people were probably hungry for a long time. Seeing that Nangong Miyin and the southern barbarian were eating with relish, they also ate the fish in their own hands. As soon as I took a few bites, several people in front of me had no appetite. It was really a fish. Without careful blending, it would feel a very fishy smell, which made it difficult to swallow after a few bites.

"Oh, the fish is cooked. It smells so good. Give me one to try." Feng Qixue looked at Nangong Miyin and said. Seeing that Nangong Miyin was not happy, she didn't care, so she took a fish from the fire rack next to Nangong Miyin and ate it. As soon as she ate two bites, Feng Qixue felt that she could no longer swallow it. There is no taste at all. If it has a taste, it is the unique fishy smell of fish. Feng Qixue felt a little puzzled. She just smelled a very fragrant smell. Is there anyone else nearby? But it should be impossible, very few, and you have to be bold. After all, there is a great possibility of war at any time near the border engineering here.

When Feng Qixue was puzzled, she saw Nangong Miin, who was eating with relish on one side. She was sure that the taste was emanating from Nan Gong Miin. Feng Qixue was a little confused. Does this grilled fish still depends on who baked it? When she was wondering, she saw that Nangong Miyin's unfinished material bag was put aside. There were Some uncertain people picked up the material bag and put it in front of his nose and asked. The coachman sitting on the side of Feng Qixue immediately stretched out his hand to organize Feng Qixue.

"Prince, be careful, this..." The coachman looked at Feng Qixue and said cautiously. After all, he did not know Nangong Miyin or Nanbarians. Although he knew that Nangong Miyin was the high priest of Fengchu, he had never seen Nangong Miin. Although he had heard of the friendship between Feng Qixue and the high priest Nan Miyin in his ear. It's not shallow, but it's indispensable to be defensive. What's more, Nangong Miyin is not from Fengchu's own country. In addition, she has an unidentified southern barbarian around her, and the material bag was taken out of Nanbarians from her arms.

"It's okay. Don't worry. Miyin won't hurt us. Besides, if he wants to hurt us, does he still need such a means? We are not her opponents together." Feng Qixue looked at the coachman and said disapprovingly. When the coachman heard Feng Qixue speaking so bluntly in front of Nanbarians and Nangong Miyin, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed in his heart, but he still tried his best to control himself from being so obvious.

"What His Royal Highness said is that his subordinates are too suspicious. Please punish him." The coachman looked at Feng Qixue and bowed and then said. Although he said this, the coachman is still a little uncertain. Even if Nangong Miyin can believe it, he always feels that the southern barbarian is not that simple. Although he is not old, because of professional factors, he has read countless people. If ordinary people look at it by themselves, they can basically see it. However, Nangong Miyin and Nanbarians are not simple ordinary people.

"Okay, okay, you are also kind-hearted. For the sake of everyone's safety, how can I blame you? Besides, you see that Mi Yin and Nan Man Niang have eaten by themselves. What are you still worried about? Forget it, eat quickly, have a good rest after eating, and go on the road tomorrow. Feng Qixue looked at the coachman in front of him and said, then patted him on the shoulder. Then he picked up the seasoning bag she had just taken from Nangong Miin and gently shook it with her fingers and sprinkled some fish in her hand. In an instant, a fragrance emanated. Feng Qixue couldn't help but have a good appetite and chewed it.

As she was eating, Feng Qixue seemed to remember something. She suddenly stood up from the ground like a horse she was riding during the day. Then she took down a wine pot from one side of the horse, and then walked along the road she had just walked. Sitting next to Nangong Miyin, he reached out and handed the wine pot to Nangong Miin.

As soon as Nangong Miyin was about to reach out to pick it up, Feng Qixue remembered that Nangong Miyin was a girl's business. Thinking that girls were always not good at drinking, she withdrew her hand, but it was still a step late. Nangong Miyin quickly reached out and grabbed the pot of wine from Feng Qixue's hand. When Feng Qixue realized that she wanted to stop it, she saw that Nangong Miyin had opened the lid of the wine pot and poured a mouthful of wine into her mouth. Seeing Nangong Miyin's appearance, Feng Qixue had to smile without saying anything, and then simply sat directly next to Nangong Miyin. Instead of thinking about it in your heart, it's better to really pretend that you don't know what to do, just like you didn't know anything before. Isn't it good to talk and laugh with Nangong Miin? Anyway, I haven't figured out what Nangong Miyin is thinking now. When I'm thinking, I won't tell Nangong Miyin that I know everything. Thinking like this, Feng Qixue felt that her attitude towards Nangong Miyin should be the same as when she didn't know that Nangong Miyin was a woman before. Otherwise, when Nangong Miyin felt something was wrong, she would be in vain.

In fact, in the short time when Feng Qixue knew that Nangong Miyin was her daughter, she had already had countless impulses to confess to Nangong Miyin, but she swallowed the words that had already spoken countless times. Feng Qixue did this, but she was afraid that Nangong Miyin would refuse her. I don't know why, Feng Qixue always felt that her confession would not come to fruition. Maybe it was because she didn't know enough about Nangong Miyin, or maybe it was because Nangong Miyin still had another person in her heart. Now with Feng Qixue's understanding of Nangong Miyin, In the observation of Nangong Miyin, Feng Qixue always felt that the matter of Nangong Miin coming to Fengchu was definitely not as simple as Nangong Miin said. There must be something in the middle that you don't know. Every time she thinks of this, Feng Qixue feels that her heart is particularly confused, like a ball of numbness. The more she wants to sort it out, the more it makes him entangled in an inconceivable way.

Thinking like this, Feng Qixue made up her mind to say nothing for the time being and pretend not to know anything.

"I'm choked. Give me a sip of wine." Thinking of this, Feng Qixue turned her head and stretched out her hand to grab the wine that Nangong Miyin was drinking. Then raise the wine pot high above your head and let the wine slowly pour out of the wine pot. When you grow up, you catch the wine poured out.

After drinking a slow sip of wine, Feng Qixue took a deep breath, and then turned her head to hand the wine to Nangong Miin. Why didn't she find the four women of Nangong Miin? If you look carefully, you can still see the clue. At least, her figure is so slender, and her chest is not as wide as herself. Even if she is covered up, she can see that there are small protrusions. When she walks, she is not like ordinary people, but has an indescribable amorous feelings. The most obvious is the voice. No matter how Nangong Miin hides it, her voice has never been as rough as her own. At most, it is like a seventeen or eight-year-old teenager who is in a period of voice change.

"Well, it's delicious. The things that pass through the hands of the southern barbarian are different." Nangong Miyin looked at Feng Qixue proudly and said, "I don't know why, no matter what, as long as it is involved in the Southern Barbarian, Nangong Miin always feels a special sense of pride, as if the Southern Barbarian is really her own relative.

"Well, but what are you proud of? It's not your credit." Feng Qixue looked at Nangong Miyin and made a white eye, tried to hold her voice without laughing, and said in a serious manner.

"Of course I'm proud. Why can't I be proud? Nanman Niang is mine, it's mine..." Nangong Miyin refuted Feng Qixue without thinking about it, but as soon as she said it, Nangong Miin found that she really had no position. Although Nanman Niang was very close to herself, although she was as close as a mother and daughter, even better than a mother. Female, but in fact, it has nothing to do with it. To put it bluntly, it's just a passer-by who met. If you have to say that Nangong Miyin has something to do with Nanbaran Niang, it must be the relationship between the landlord and the employer. Although Nanman Niang has never received a penny of Nangong Miyin's rent and provided Nangong Miyin for free. Eat and drink.

"Why, I can't say it." Feng Qixue looked at Nangong Miyin with a proud face and said, as if a child had got the booty he dreamed of.

"You can't stop eating." Nangong Miyane looked at Feng Qixue with some shame and said, and then turned around and stopped talking about Feng Qixue. Feng Qixue couldn't help but feel funny when she saw Nangong Miyin, but she was afraid that he would be really angry if she continued to make fun of Nangong Miin, so she ate by herself until she finished eating, and neither of them was not saying anything.

After eating, Nangong Miyin got into the carriage with Nan Manniang, and the remaining few people built a floor outside the carriage. Several people lay on the ground to have a simple rest tonight, and then get up early tomorrow morning to go.