Chapter 1164 Special Day

Feng Sujin felt a little sad in her heart. Maybe everyone around her had seen Jun Mohan, but she was the only one who didn't meet him directly!

But it doesn't matter, he'll be fine.

After Feng Sujin ate a bowl, she asked Qiu Wenzheng, "Which bowl is there?"

In this case, 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 was that Jun Mohan packed the bowl for her.

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

He could only silently hand the bowl of dumplings to Feng Sujin.

Feng Sujin continued to eat one bite at a time.

Eating and eating, she really wanted to cry.

But she could only control her emotions very hard.

"Crackling..."

The sound of firecrackers outside is still ringing, and this kind of sound makes people's heart even more lonely.

Feng Sujin's expression seemed to float far, far away.

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

But she always wanted to help, she would roll dumpling wrappers beside her, and she would meet his tender and pampering eyebrows as soon as she raised her head.

Every time she made dumplings, she would smell the smell and wait expectantly.

He would gently touch her head and say, "A Jin is good, it will be fine in a while."

That look, that kind of tone, I really miss it now that I think about it.

Every time the dumplings were about to be cooked, he would pick up one that was not so hot, put it in her mouth, and let her eat the first one.

Seeing her eating happily, his brows and eyes became particularly soft, and it was the intoxicating wave of light that captured the beauty of the world.

Those memories are etched in my bones.

Thinking about it, Feng Sujin's hands were trembling slightly, and some of them couldn't hold the bowls and chopsticks steady.

The amount of two bowls of dumplings is the most she can eat with a good appetite.

She knows how many in total, and Jun Mohan also knows how much her appetite is.

And make sure not to hurt her.

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

Because on such a special day, she ate Jun Mohan's dumplings again.

She doesn't persecute him anymore, and she doesn't investigate whether she can see him, as long as she knows that he is good and that he is by her side.

She would wait for him to show up to meet her in person.

...

At this time, Liang Xiaoqing was stunned in the same place like a sculpture, Jun... Jun Mohan?

She really heard right, then...then this woman is actually Feng Sujin?

what……

Liang Xiaoqing's mouth was so wide that she forgot her image in front of Qiu Wenzheng.

Although the Dakun tribe was far away from that empire, she had heard some legends about the empire.

One of them is about Jun Mohan and Feng Sujin.

These two were the true kings and queens recognized by the people.

The legendary story of these two people can write a story.

She still remembered that when she heard it before, she was very yearning, thinking that it would be good to see these two people.

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

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

And the nobleness made her feel jealous when she misunderstood before.

No, doesn't it mean that both of them are dead?

So... is this person in front of you a real person?

Liang Xiaoqing was in a daze, and the bowls and chopsticks in her hands fell to the ground, breaking the peace in the tent.