Chapter 1543 Junshi Mausoleum

After Jun Shiling left, thinking of what he said before he left, Xia Wanyuan squatted down and checked his feet. Fortunately, Jun Shiling slammed in time, and the flames only burned the upper of the shoe a little, and did not hurt the skin.

In the living room, Jun Shiling was sitting at the table, quietly eating the noodle soup in front of him. The heat was coming up, mixed with the sweet fragrance of shallots and the aroma of wheat from white noodles, surrounding Jun Shiling little by little.

"Doesn't it suit your taste?" Xia Wanyuan came out at some point. Seeing that Jun Shiling hadn't moved his chopsticks, he asked curiously,

However, when she walked in front of Jun Shiling and saw Jun Shiling's expression at the moment, Xia Wanyuan was a little confused.

The expression of the man in front of him looked sad, as if he was missing someone who would never come back.

Aware of Xia Wanyuan's inquiring gaze, Jun Shiling raised his head and smiled at Xia Wanyuan, "I tasted it just now, your craftsmanship is pretty good. You"

Xia Wanyuan originally thought that Jun Shiling was going to continue to praise her, but she did not expect that Jun Shiling stared at her for a moment, and then said, "It's hard to take care of your younger brother and sister."

Seeing the deep distressed emotion in Jun Shiling's eyes, Xia Wanyuan was stunned.

After the fall of the country, Xia Wanyuan took Xia Jin and the others to hide all the way. She propped up a world for her younger brothers and sisters.

Although the younger brothers and sisters are also very sensible, they usually try to reduce the burden on her as much as possible.

But after so long, this was the first time someone of her age told her that she had worked hard,

And she can clearly perceive that Jun Shiling has an inexplicable sense of security that makes people very dependent.

I was used to it after working so hard for so long, but Jun Shiling's simple words made Xia Wanyuan feel a sense of grievance.

It's like those who walk through the long night alone, there is a person waiting for him with an umbrella,

Xia Wanyuan shook his head, "It's okay."

Jun Shiling didn't say anything, he lowered his head and started to eat noodles.

After walking on the mountain road for so long, Jun Shiling was cold and hungry. Now that he had eaten a bowl of hot noodle soup, he felt much better.

When Jun Shiling was eating, Xia Wanyuan had been sitting next to him and watching. As she expected, although Jun Shiling was dressed in very simple clothes, the etiquette of dining was like that of a member of the royal family, very noble.

Xia Wanyuan searched in his mind about the situation of the royal families in the world today, but in the end he couldn't figure out which country Jun Shiling belonged to.

After Jun Shiling finished eating, Xia Wanyuan asked him, "What is the name of the son??"

Jun Shiling looked around, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

"some."

No matter where she goes, for Xia Wanyuan, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are always indispensable. She took the brush and paper and spread it in front of Jun Shiling. "The conditions are relatively poor, there is no rice paper, so the son will come."

Jun Shiling shook his head slightly, then picked up the pen and wrote three words on the paper.

Looking at the words "Jun Shiling" on the paper, Xia Wanyuan slightly widened her eyes,

Not because of the name of Jun Shiling, but the handwriting of Jun Shiling,

This swipe, even the habit of starting and turning, is clearly the same as her, but the man in front of him is not so good in calligraphy, and his basic skills are not as good as her, but in "God", he already has eight or nine with her. similarities.

Xia Wanyuan finally couldn't help but ask, "Who the hell are you??"