Chapter 327 Extra: Her Royal Highness the Princess's Strategy for Moscow (3)

As we were walking, it started to snow again. At first, the umbrella was like a lotus leaf in the rain, protecting the two aimless frogs Lu Mingfei and Ling. Later, everything turned white in front of their eyes. Misty.

The snowflakes fell into Lu Mingfei's collar and immediately melted into a thin puddle of cold water. He shivered without a trace, and Ling reached out to help Lu Mingfei straighten his clothes and stand up his collar.

The girl's palm was small, and the unconscious friction and collision of skin with skin would make Lu Mingfei's heart a little fluttering. Although everyone tacitly did not confess what happened that night, President Lu always had a rich imagination. When he saw Ling Baiyu's onion-like fingers, he thought of Lingding's almost transparent shoulders, and also thought of the silent charm of the night.

Even though he almost lost his mind, Lu Mingfei was still concerned about the fact that there was a girl who was as good as a prince lying in that house. After the issue of Eriyi's bloodline was solved, an unimaginable world followed. It seemed that all the power and power were against each other. She is open and the world will always be clear and visible to her.

Zero was obviously aware of this. Even though he was almost unconscious, he still bit his silver teeth. Lu Mingfei's shoulders and arms were covered with the girl's teeth marks, and his cheetah-like muscular back had one after another. scratches.

The old policeman who was leaning on the cast iron street lamp, frowning and smoking a cigarette, gave them a ride in his police car, which was as old as him and had a chimney that belched black smoke.

The old policeman didn't have a mobile phone, and he probably rarely used a GPS. He didn't say anything when he drove the wrong way. He just looked through the cracked windowpane at the hurried passers-by with their collars turned up and hiding under umbrellas.

When passing towering monuments and huge castle-like buildings, police cars roared to a stop. The old policeman glanced at Lu Mingfei and Ling, and a stiff smile appeared on his hard face that looked like deep cuts carved by a knife. He raised the cigarette case in his hand and pointed at the retail store not far from the monument. , opened the door and rushed into the blizzard before the cold wave had time to rush in.

"Look under his woolen coat, he has the Second Class Patriotic War Medal pinned to the breast of his police uniform." Zero did not turn her head, but looked up at the monument and the artillery array-like fountain in front of the monument. She said lightly. , "That should be an old man who still lived twenty years ago. Some people really believed that the Soviet Union could build a great new era."

Lu Mingfei nodded, and he also noticed the medal. It was made of silver and had turned slightly black, but the Russian words ОТЕЧЕСТВЕННАЯВОЙНА on it were still shining brightly, and the intertwined totems of sickle and hammer were inlaid with gold. That thing quietly fit the position closest to the old policeman's chest, beating with the beating of the old heart, as if as long as he was not dead, his motherland was not dead yet.

Before he finished speaking, the old man came back again. He started to light the cigarette with trembling hands. He pressed the lighter several times but failed to light it. Lu Mingfei leaned into the front seat and used his own lighter to help him burn the butt of the cigarette.

"Are you a Tatar?" The old policeman's face turned rosy after taking a puff of cigarette. He fastened his seat belt again, held the gear with one hand and the steering wheel with the other. The police car ran over broken ice and snow dust. White waves splashing as high as one person. I think this guy drove a tank like this when he was young.

"Chinese, I'm from the south." Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Doing business?"

"travel."

"Many of your people used to come here to do business." The old policeman said, "You are younger than them and very energetic."

"Because only old people have the courage to make deals with other countries, and those people carry the hopes of many people," Lu Mingfei said.

The old man whistled loudly.

"You talk like Shakespeare," he said teasingly.

"Some people say I talk like Pushkin, but I think why can't I just be like myself? Neither Shakespeare nor Pushkin is as great as me."

The old man blinked, probably not understanding where this rude man got his confidence.

Lu Mingfei stared at the colorful church in the distance in the wind and snow and the statue of St. George slaying the dragon covered in ice and snow, and raised his eyebrows: "I'm kidding, I actually escaped to Russia. There are a group of international The killer is chasing me...it's no use being like Shakespeare or Pushkin. Your best wish at this time is that I hope I can be like St. George, so maybe I still have a chance to survive."

The old policeman was amused and looked through the rearview mirror at the worried-looking young Chinese man in the back seat.

"Then you go and lie down under Lenin's statue, and I'll see who dares to cause trouble for you." He said.

Lu Mingfei shrugged, "In this weather, I will freeze to death in less than an hour if I lie down. That way they don't have to hunt me down. They just need to go back and collect the reward with the evidence that I am dead."

"Just in front, thank you." Zero suddenly raised his pointed chin towards the birch forest in front of him, and armed himself with a coat and mink fur hat.

Lu Mingfei looked over and saw that the white birches had all been peeled. In front of the forest was a small double-story single-family house. The door of the small building was red, and every window glass revealed a hazy and warm orange color. Light.

The old policeman stopped the car on the side of the road and took off his hat to greet Lu Mingfei and Ling. Then Ling took out a large banknote from his wallet and stuffed it into the policeman's hat. Lu Mingfei got out of the car first and stepped on Ling's step. Before stepping on the snow with her tight calves wearing high-heeled boots, she opened a huge black umbrella.

"I have a friend who was the Deputy Minister of Defense before the collapse of the Soviet Socialist Republic. This building is our property for him, but he has never lived here... Only two people have the key here. No one lives here usually, but there is a special team to manage, clean and maintain the water and electricity system." Ling said, and at the same time he took out a bunch of keys from his wallet and shook them in front of Lu Mingfei, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and followed him in.

They took a police car and wandered aimlessly in Moscow while walking together. As they walked, Ling said that there was a house in front of them that was my property, so let's go and rest.

In President Lu's view, the current situation was like Xiaolongnu inviting Yin Zhiping to spend a beautiful night in the tavern. Xiao Yin's heart was beating like a deer and his imagination was running wild. He pushed the door in and ate a lot of black iron heavy swords from behind the door. The Condor Hero Yang Guo gritted his teeth and chopped off the despicable villain's dog head on the spot.

But who told Lu Mingfei that he was not in the right? Now the princess could kill or chop him up, and she had to do whatever she wanted.

As Ling said, the small building was empty. There was heavy snow outside the window, and the firelight from the fireplace reflected on the glass inexplicably reminded Lu Mingfei of Christmas.

The old record player in the cupboard was playing Tchaikovsky's symphony. Ling sat down on the sofa in front of the fireplace and patted the seat next to him for Lu Mingfei to sit over.

There was actually charcoal burning in the stove, and an iron pot was supported by an iron rack in the flame. The pot exuded an attractive meaty aroma and was bubbling.

So not long ago, there was a group of people busy here. They lit every fireplace, turned on every lamp, moved the low-key-looking pinewood long table to the side of the sofa, and the low wooden barrel on it was filled with iced sturgeon vodka. They also used an iron pot in the fireplace to prepare meat soup that would warm the bodies for the masters who were about to arrive.

"Do you want to eat canned braised beef?" Ling pulled out a cardboard box from under the sofa, which was filled with canned beef with a production date not long ago.

"No, no." Lu Mingfei nodded and bowed. He didn't know why he felt timid when he was with Ling. Ling glanced at him coldly, and Lu Mingfei shuddered: "Eat a little, eat a little..."

After the can was pried open, the thick gravy inside was poured into a new iron pot by Ling. Lu Mingfei was directed to find fresh fennel and celery in the refrigerator, chopped them up and threw them in.

With a clang, Ling broke the bottleneck of a bottle of vodka. Lu Mingfei shrank to the side and suddenly felt that the person sitting next to him was not Xiaolongnu himself or Yin Zhiping, she was clearly the Tianshan Tonglao, okay!

"The cork is frozen solid, and the corkscrew can't open it." Ling poured a glass for Lu Mingfei and another for himself, and used tongs to pick up spherical ice cubes from the ice maker and threw them into the glass, and the transparent wine splashed beautifully.

"No glass shards, right?" Although Lu Mingfei was terrified, he was still suspicious. Ling narrowed his eyes and he slammed the table and said righteously, "Glass shards are glass shards! I don't mind if Miss Ling pours a glass of wine even if it perforates my stomach!"

Then he drank most of the vodka in one breath with great pride.

"Mirror pupils can help me do a lot of things, including accurately controlling the force direction of the bottleneck when the bottle is smashed." Ling sipped the liquor, and the firelight swayed and fell in her pupils. Lu Mingfei realized that Ling's eyes were really beautiful, as deep as the starry sky.

He had seen the look of those eyes when they were blurred, and they were not as... charming as many people imagined, but more like a lost deer in the forest, as if they had lost their way and didn't know where to go.

That kind of confusion reminded Lu Mingfei of many things, those helpless, difficult, sad years, those pasts that were washed away by the raging waves of fate.

"The glass shards are all outside, not in the cup." Ling said, his voice was indifferent, but his voice was soft.

Lu Mingfei nodded and continued to drink. The thick glass bottom of the cup was raised higher and higher by him, and the orange firelight became very hazy.

Two seconds later, he pulled over the trash can and spat a piece of glass shards the size of a fingernail into it.

"Now we are even, you don't owe me anything." Ling put down the cup and the almost empty liquor in the cup, and slowly hugged himself with two slender arms.

In the light and fire, Ling curled up, small, the melting snowflakes at the ends of his hair were burned by the warm flames and turned into wisps of white steam rising up.

Through a thin layer of steam, Lu Mingfei looked at the portrait of Catherine hanging on the wall and felt that the woman in the painting seemed to come alive.

He then stared at Ling blankly, and somehow he thought of some small animals that like to curl up in front of the stove in winter and doze off all day long with their eyes squinting, such as cats and foxes.

At this time, Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that Miss Ling was not really an iceberg without emotions, nor was she a flat-bodied child.

She sat here, and even through the thick plush sweater, it could be seen that her body had already developed exquisitely and protruding. The ankles exposed to the light and fire were lonely like cold white jade, and the drooping eyelashes reminded people of the tail feathers of the Siberian migratory birds that always started migrating to China in September.

Last summer, Ling picked up Lu Mingfei at the train station in Shanghai. That day, she was dressed a bit like... Xia Mi's style.

She wore a small tasseled top and denim shorts, paired with lace-up sandals and large-framed sun-protective sunglasses, looking like she was on vacation at the beach.

Unfortunately, it was raining in Shanghai that day, and the temperature dropped sharply. Ling was shivering with her arms around her at the train station. While Eri went to buy her favorite strawberry ice cream, Lu Mingfei quickly took off his coat and put it on Miss Ling.

Later, Lu Mingfei asked her why she was dressed like that. The princess said coldly, "I want to try a different style, can't I?" Lu Mingfei said, "When I saw you, I thought you were a poor stray cat. Could it be that today's little Renata style is a sexy little wild cat?" Ling glared at him with her beautiful almond eyes, turned around angrily and didn't talk to him for a whole day.

In fact, he should have thought of it at that time. Why would the princess need to change her style? If she wanted to, she would immediately become a trend-setter leading the fashion trend for the next few months by standing in the center of New York's Times Square. It was not to make him, Lu Mingfei, happy. Since Xia Mi...

——Lu Mingfei suddenly wanted to scold himself or slap himself when he thought of this.

Perhaps there were too many hesitations during the days of escape, and he even forgot what he should do after something like that happened.

Escape never solves problems, it only makes them more difficult.

At the end of the corridor, a window was probably not closed tightly, so the wind blew in, and dozens of wind chimes made of pure silver and pure gold hung on the roof collided and made a ding-dong sound, which was crisp and pleasant.

"We will go back when the snow is lighter, and then I will help you find the way to where you want to go." Ling said, she looked up at the wind chimes colliding with each other, and her whole body exuded a cold breath.

"I don't know where I want to go either. Maybe it's a trap." Lu Mingfei said, "I don't think Odin would hide the secret in such a conspicuous place. He seems to be deliberately leading me there."

"You still go when you know it's dangerous?"

"I have a reason to go."

"Is it Jörmungandr?" Ling put his chin on his knees, his eyes wide open, reflecting the jumping sparks in the light.

"Not all of them..." Lu Mingfei scratched his hair, and Ling didn't answer. She stared at the fireplace in a daze, and the atmosphere was a little cold.

"Um, do you like dogs?" Lu Mingfei wanted to find a topic. It was too quiet here, and it would be awkward if the atmosphere got cold.

Ling blinked and nodded.

"Woof! Woof!" Lu Mingfei thought that he must have lost his mind, why did he learn to bark like a puppy. Ling looked at him coldly, so he had to reach out for his cup, trying to ease the embarrassment by drinking.

But someone grabbed his wrist, and Lu Mingfei had to look at the girl in front of him with a evasive look.

She seemed very angry, her earlobes were red, her slender neck was red, and her face was also filled with a thin red, only her eyes were flashing with a gorgeous light like porcelain enamel in the firelight.

They were very close, Ling held Lu Mingfei's wrist with one hand, grabbed his collar with the other hand, and half-knelt on the sofa.

There was a crackling sound in the warm fireplace, and the broth was still bubbling.

The orange light projected a flowing river of fire on Ling's face. Her eyes were hazy with a thin mist, and her breath was even and fragrant.

Their shadows in the firelight fell on the wall behind them, like the silhouettes of a boy and a girl before they embraced each other in the sunset.

Ling stared at Lu Mingfei with his eyes wide open. The firelight of the fireplace could no longer go around the man's arms to cover her. The gorgeous glow in the platinum pupils dissipated like the ebb tide.

Lu Mingfei's heart was beating hard. He wondered if he had just triggered a certain keyword, and Ling's keyword was... woof woof woof?

Suddenly, the petite girl who looked down at him stretched out her arms to wrap around Lu Mingfei's waist and buried her little head in the man's chest.

Her breath was warm, and the heartbeats of the two seemed to be completely overlapped at this moment.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment and put his hand on Ling's waist. After a few seconds, Ling sobbed softly.