Marry Long Aotian

Chapter 39 Calculation

Seventh day at sea.

The boat has already sailed to the hinterland of the North Sea, which is fertile and calm, with few storms, and it is a natural fish pond for the survival of the North Kingdom.

When dawn breaks in the morning, a little golden light shines on the waves, slowly churning. There were no other ships in the thousand li radius, only the little spirit boat floating comfortably with the waves, without any sign of capsizing.

It is indeed a spiritual weapon.

Mo Chao came out of the room sleepily. Because there were only two rooms in Lingzhou, and Ye Qiushui was a girl who wanted one alone, he still lived with Yan Lingyun.

But when I woke up one morning, Yan Lingyun was gone.

Mo Yang came out to look for him, and he was indeed on the deck, as if he was watching the sunrise.

There was a little light in the sky, the deep blue sky gradually faded, and the moist sea breeze rushed forward, blowing Mo Yang's robe flutteringly.

Yan Lingyun sat casually on the bow of the boat. He was still wearing white clothes, but the cuffs were tight, with a sword on his back and a high ponytail. He was already sober and tidy early in the morning.

She obviously slept with him in her arms last night.

When Yan Lingyun heard the movement, she turned her head suddenly, her pupils reflected the light of the sky, and seemed a little gentle.

"morning."

"Morning."

Mo Yang walked forward in a daze, and when he reached Yan Lingyun's side, the young man grabbed him by the hand, fearing that he would fall into the water. Mo Yang sat down slowly, rubbed against him, leaned against the warm humanoid pillow.

It's still the protagonist's card.

It was also very comfortable outside, and Mo Chou's eyelids were covered unconsciously.

Just when he was about to fall asleep again, Yan Lingyun reached out to smooth his forehead hair: "Use some fish soup and sleep again."

"Hmm." Mo Hao didn't drink.

But the young man opened the clay pot that was simmering on the small fire pit next to him. The salty and rich smell slowly drifted over. Before Mo Chao opened his eyes, he began to smell the fragrance gently.

Yan Lingyun smiled: "Get up."

Mo Yang finally woke up completely and got a kiss between the eyebrows.

He was dumbfounded, but the young man had already given him fish soup.

The boat swayed, but Yan Ling Yun's hand holding the pottery bowl was steady, holding Mo Yang lightly, while patiently feeding him fish soup.

If Mo Yang held it by himself, he would spill it nine times out of ten.

The fish soup was delicious and sprinkled with chopped green onion, Mo Yang drank it one mouthful, and soon half of it was gone.

Ye Qiushui didn't eat food, it was cooked by Yan Lingyun for him.

"Don't you want to drink?" Mo Yang also held the bowl with both hands, and pushed towards him, "It's delicious."

"Um."

A bowl of fish soup is for two people to drink.

In the end, Mo Yang bowed his head and gurgled another bowl.

Ye Qiushui is still practicing in her room, and the road in the next few days will be straight. She doesn't have to worry about steering, so she has enough time for Yan Lingyun to get close to her Taoist companion.