Chapter 217 Still Like Exile
Han Lang asked, "Where does Madam Feng want to go?"
Feng Aoqing answered him: "Of course it's Tianyao! Don't you want to go?"
"Get out! What are you doing there? Are you looking for death? There are only two of us, how many can you beat?" Han Lang cursed.
"Yue Jiu taught me to practice. Normally, I can do about a dozen or so! But if I poison someone, I might not be sure." Feng Aoqing thought seriously while counting on his fingers.
"Give it up! Don't scare me." Han Lang said with a smile.
Feng Aoqing came out of the car and pressed against his back.
"Hold on tight and get out of the car carefully."
"Yeah." She put her hands on his neck and pressed her face against his from behind.
Han Lang just laughed.
"It's so cold driving!" She felt Han Lang's coldness and covered his face with her hands.
"You're not cold, don't cover yourself up. Go back to the car and come out after the snow stops." Han Lang pushed her gently.
Feng Aoqing took out a mask with only three holes from the space, took the crown from Han Lang's hair, and put it on him.
Then he took out a fender that modern people use when riding electric bikes in winter and put it on his hands and legs that were pulling the reins.
"Let me see, is he handsome?"
Han Lang turned his head to look at her, and then Feng Aoqing started laughing and rolled into the car.
"Who told you to bring something so colorful and still laugh?"
He said that, but he was much warmer wearing this.
Unexpectedly, a round mirror was stretched out in front of him, and a strange person appeared in the mirror, which was extremely clear.
"Hahahaha... Your Highness... I'm dying of laughter... Your heroic image is gone, hahahaha!"
"As long as you are happy, laugh! Laugh until your stomach hurts." Han Lang was not annoyed. He watched her rubbing her stomach while laughing.
"You know what, it would be great if this hat matched with a nightgown! I wouldn't even have to disguise myself." Han Lang picked up the mirror that Feng Aoqing had thrown at his feet and looked left and right.
The whole head is sealed tightly, which is fine.
I don’t know what made Feng Aoqing laugh, but she started laughing again after just stopping.
Han Lang shook his head and said helplessly: "Why are you so happy just going out?"
"I'm so happy to go out with you alone." Feng Aoqing came up again.
Han Lang looked at her sideways again.
"Car! Car! It's going off the track!" Feng Aoqing shouted while looking ahead.
Han Lang hurriedly turned around and pulled the horse.
The two were not in a hurry because they didn't know where to go, so they walked and stopped, and finally arrived at Yingshan City.
This is a small city, but its location is extremely important because it is a border city of several countries, namely Zhaojing, Tianyao and Yuanwu.
The two of them had not yet decided where to go, so they planned to stay here for two days, wait for the snow to stop, and then set off again, while they thought about where to go.
Because the New Year is approaching, the small town is still very lively.
People who buy goods in Hantian Valley and return home will stop here.
Because the northern border is blocked, more people are taking a detour here.
When we got to the city, we asked at several inns along the way, but they were all full, not even a single room left.
Finally, I asked a family and they did have a room, but it was not an upper room, and it was not even an ordinary room with a living room.
"That's it. Let's just stay for two days and settle down in Hongtai first. They'll notify us when a room is available." Feng Aoqing said.
"It's fine if I go alone, but how can I make it if I take you with me?" Han Lang firmly disagreed.
Han Lang drove into an alley.
"You bought a house?" Feng Aoqing asked.
"Well, I bought all the cities around Hantian Valley." Han Lang was quite proud.
He had never lived in this house before. He knew the street address and house number, but he didn't know the way here, so he had to ask around before he found it.
The place is really nice, quiet in the midst of the hustle and bustle.
This house looks quite big, but...
Han Lang was also stunned and went to knock on the door, but before he could knock, he saw that the door was locked.
"You couldn't have... left a housekeeper or someone to look after the house..." Feng Aoqing said, trying not to laugh.
Han Lang thought of the same thing when he saw the moss on the stone steps at the door.
"Damn Pan Laoliu." Han Lang cursed.
"Don't blame Pan Laoliu. Each country has its own person in charge. This place is the junction of three countries. You thought he did it, and he thought he did it, but in the end no one did it." Feng Aoqing thought about it and this could only be the reason.
The lock couldn't stop Han Lang, so he cut it in half with his dagger. When he went in, he saw that the house was just covered in dust, but the decoration was elegant and the household appliances were not as old as he had imagined.
"Let's stay in an inn." Han Lang felt sorry for her. Everything was fine in Hantian Valley, but now she was living in a shabby house outside. He thought that everyone in Hantian Valley would scold him to death.
"Let's live here. Clean out a room and light a fire, and we can live here. It's too noisy in the inn." Feng Aoqing likes quiet places like this.
"Then you wait in the car, I'll go clean it up, don't get your clothes dirty." Han Lang nodded.
"Do you have the tools? And two people would be faster."
Han Lang asked her to wait in the yard while he checked everywhere and found no problems. Then he asked her to choose the room she wanted to live in. He went around to the back door and parked the carriage in the yard.
As soon as I came back, I saw Feng Aoqing with her sleeves rolled up, a scarf covered on her head, and a long broom sweeping the dust off the pillar.
The face behind the handkerchief was a little blurry and unclear, but it was extremely beautiful, and he was a little mesmerized by it.
Feng Aoqing turned around and saw Han Lang, and shouted, "It's time to use your Qinggong. I can't reach up there. Don't let a spider fall into your bowl while you're eating instant noodles. That would be hilarious."
"Okay." Han Lang came back to his senses and took the broom from Feng Aoqing's hand.
Only then did he see that the room was empty. It was such a clever idea. This way it would be easier to clean and decorate since she had everything anyway.
After the two of them cleaned the room, Feng Aoqing placed two mattresses next to Han Langsheng's brazier. They could sit or lie down on them, and they wouldn't feel cold once they were wrapped in the quilt.
"There is a house here, but I made you feel like you were exiled. I'm sorry." Han Lang drank the hot soup she gave him, feeling a little apologetic.
"If one day you have nothing, will you abandon me because you are afraid that I will suffer?" Feng Aoqing asked seriously.
"I don't, but I still have you, don't I? If I abandon you for such a thing, am I crazy? Besides, could you please stop being such a pessimist? How could I have nothing?" Han Lang rolled his eyes at her.
Feng Aoqing just smiled.
It's so comfortable to be with him.
It is like this: loving, caring, and indulging.
You can act coquettishly or throw a tantrum, you can laugh or cry.
You may be emotionally unstable, but he is always stable and puts you first in everything.
She snuggled into Han Lang's arms.
Han Lang immediately embraced her and asked, "Are your feet cold? Let me warm them for you."
Feng Aoqing leaned against him and lay on the mattress, and a thick warmth rose in the room.
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