Chapter 1164

Feng Sujin's heart is a little sad. Maybe all the people around her have seen Jun Mohan. Only she hasn't seen him face to face!

But it doesn't matter. He's just around.

After eating a bowl, Feng Sujin asked Qiu Wenzheng, "what other bowl is it?"

In this way, only Feng Sujin and Qiu Wenzheng understand what it means.

Because he said two bowls before, Feng Sujin knew that there was another bowl for her.

Her subtext is that, and that bowl is the package for her by Jun Mohan.

Faced with such a smart woman, Qiu Wenzheng felt that any lie was useless.

He can only silently pass that bowl of dumplings to Feng Sujin.

Feng Sujin continued to eat one mouthful at a time.

Eating and eating, she really wants to cry.

But she can only control her emotions very hard.

"Crackling..."

The sound of firecrackers outside is still ringing, which makes people's hearts more lonely.

Feng Sujin's looks seem to have gone far and far.

When Beiquan city was in the imperial capital, every time she made dumplings, Jun Mohan was reluctant to let her do it.

But she always wanted to help. She would roll the dumpling skin beside her, and when she looked up, she would dote on him tenderly.

Every time when she goes to the dumpling, she will smell the taste and wait for it.

He would touch her head gently and say, "ah Jin is lovely, I'll be fine in a moment."

That look, that tone, now want to come, really miss.

Every time the dumplings are going to be cooked, he will pick up one that is not so hot, put it in her mouth and let her eat the first one.

Seeing her happy eating, his eyebrows and eyes became especially soft, which was the intoxicating wave light, gathering all the splendor of the world.

Those memories are carved in the bone.

Thinking about it, Feng Sujin's hands were trembling slightly, some of them could not hold the dishes stably.

Two bowls of dumplings are the most she can eat with a good appetite.

A total of how many, she knows, Jun Mohan also know how much her appetite is.

And make sure you don't break her.

Feng Sujin smiled, with bitterness and nostalgia, with deep feelings, so sad, but she was also so happy.

Because on such a special day, she ate the dumplings made by Jun Mohan again.

She doesn't force him, and she doesn't ask if she can see him, as long as she knows that he is good and that he is around.

She'll wait for him to show up and meet her.

……

At this time, Liang Xiaoqing is as stunned as the sculpture. You Jun Mo Han?

She didn't hear me wrong. Then So this woman is actually Feng Sujin?

Ah

Liang Xiaoqing's mouth is wide open, and she has forgotten her image in front of Qiu Wenzheng.

Although the Dakun tribe is far away from the Empire, she has heard some legends about the Empire.

One of them is about Jun Mohan and Feng Sujin.

These two are the real kings and queens recognized by the people.

Both of them can write a story.

She still remembered that when she listened to them, she yearned for seeing them.

I didn't expect that she would meet the legendary Feng Sujin!

No wonder she always thought that she was so beautiful, so noble, and noble could not bear to profane.

And when she was misunderstood by the noble, she could not be jealous.

No, they're dead, aren't they?

Then Is this the real person in front of you?

Liang Xiaoqing was stunned. The chopsticks in his hands fell to the ground, breaking the peace in the tent.