After eating it, Ling Jie realized that the preserved egg porridge made by Feng Mang was actually very ordinary. It was no different from the five-yuan bowl sold in the wet market, and the taste was nothing special.
There are three bowls in the jar, and it goes down straight into the stomach like drinking wine.
"I'll give you another spoonful..."
"No, we can't eat anymore. If I continue to eat, I will be made a fool." Ling Jie quickly waved his hand to stop him and forced Feng Mang to sit down.
"Just eat some more sesame seeds. It took me several hours to make this pot of preserved egg porridge." Feng Mang was acting coquettishly.
Ling Jie was most afraid of women acting coquettishly. Ling Jie believed that women acting coquettishly were more terrifying than bullets. When he heard Feng Mang's voice, he felt a thick layer of goosebumps all over his body, "Okay, Feng Mang, don't talk to me."
Here’s this one. This one worked for me before, but it doesn’t work now.”
"Puch." Feng Mang couldn't help but pursed his lips and laughed, "I've never been like this before."
Ling Jie also smiled, pinched Feng Mang's waist with his hand, and then said, "Okay, stop making trouble, the preserved egg porridge you made is very good, I will eat it every day from now on. Breakfast is over, you know
What day is today?"
Feng Mang shook his head slightly and stacked the bowls and chopsticks together, "Today is not a special day."
"No, for me, today is a very special day." Ling Jie stood up slowly, "Today is the day of Bingtong's funeral. The funeral will be held at Bingcheng Tower in the north of the city at ten o'clock. Bingtong's funeral, I
Must attend.”
Ling Jie walked directly towards the gate, "Feng Mang, wait at home for me to come back."
"Ling Jie, wait a minute." Seeing that Ling Jie was about to walk out of the room, Feng Mang stood up suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Ling Jie struggled slightly, but stopped, and turned around with an ugly smile on his face.
Feng Mang took a coat from the coffee table next to him and put it on Ling Jie, "Winter is coming. It's frosty outside. Wear more clothes when you go out. It won't be good if you catch the cold."
Ling Jie felt his nose was a little sore. Feng Mang, a woman, actually cared about him so much. You should know that Feng Mang was one of the six SS-level killers in the world and the big brother behind the No. 1 intelligence organization Shadow Wind Hall. He actually...
He carefully touched the coat on his body, feeling sad but warm at the same time. Looking at Feng Mang at this moment, he was wearing very little, and she was still wearing a skirt and stockings. Ling Jie took her into his arms,
He hugged her tightly and said, "Girl Fengmang, wait for me to come back. Today I am going to send Bingtong to the funeral. It is really inconvenient to travel with a woman."
"Well, I don't blame you. Leave early and come back early. It's cold outside, so be careful of freezing." Feng Mang snuggled into Ling Jie's arms and said softly.
…
The Ice Castle Tower in the north of the city.
As soon as the genius dawned, the place was already bustling with people. By nine o'clock in the morning, the people coming and going were like swarms of ants moving around. They were countless, stretching from the lobby on the first floor of Bingcheng Tower to ten miles away.
The queues were full of people, and most of them were soldiers wearing military uniforms with military ranks!
There were no less than tens of thousands of people who came here to see him off. Not all of them knew Bingtong, many of them were organizational arrangements, for no other reason than that Bingtong was a member of Huaxia Qianlong and had made great contributions to the country! He was given a generous burial.
,is required!
Ling Jie saw the long queue of people from a distance. When he walked past the long queue and came to the vicinity of the Bingcheng Tower, he saw many members of Qianlong. Wu Liang, Li Xiaoyao and others were also present.
A little further inside, there was Zhang Chaoshan, and even Han Ping came...
When Ling Jie walked to Han Ping, Han Ping turned around and saw Ling Jie, "Hey."
Han Ping let out a soft cry, and after being surprised for half a second, he immediately returned to his usual calm. Ling Jie respectfully saluted with a military salute, "General Han Ping!"
Han Ping laughed loudly and walked up to pat Ling Jie on the shoulder. Ling Jie instinctively wanted to retreat, but it took a lot of effort to control himself and not retreat. He tried his best to calm his eyes, "Ling Jie, you are here.
, we have been waiting for you for a long time, you are here, you are here, hurry up and go into the auditorium to see Bingtong one last time. I know you miss her very much."
Ling Jie still bent slightly, "Thank you, Admiral, for reminding me. I'll go right away."
"Hahaha, you're welcome. We are all our own people, there is no need to show off." Han Ping patted Ling Jie on the shoulder a few more times before walking away.
The outside is crowded, but there are few people inside the Bingcheng Tower. The lobby is covered with white decorations inside and outside. There is a jade coffin at the top of the lobby, next to it is a spiritual tablet, and next to the spiritual tablet is a large photo that is two feet long and two feet wide.
.
The photo was clearly that of Bingtong. The photo was a black and white portrait. She looked a bit eerie. Her beauty was indescribably desolate. There was a smile on her lips. Ling Jie came to the front of the hall and knelt down after offering incense.
Kneel down on the mat and look at the black and white photo carefully...
Gradually, Ling Jie seemed to feel that Bing Tong in the photo moved. Bing Tong walked out of the photo, came to Ling Jie, and stroked his face, "Ling Jie, why are you sad again? Didn't you say
Well, after I leave, do you want to live happily..."
Ling Jie did not speak, and the figure continued, "Ling Jie... you promised me that you will take a good path in the future... Han Ping is a treacherous person, he is a thief of the country, if he is not eliminated,
I, Bingtong, do not have a pair of discerning eyes. I hate that I cannot distinguish between right and wrong, and that it is hard to distinguish between loyal and evil... which has led to the current catastrophe... But Ling Jie, you are different. You have always been cunning and superb in martial arts.
It will definitely not be like me..."
"What exactly did he tell you to do?" Ling Jie couldn't help but ask softly.
Bingtong's shadow said, "Han Ping ordered me to do a lot. I was grateful for his kindness in the past. In every matter, he put a label of national justice on me. The first thing he asked me to do was...
"
"when--"
Just when Bingtong was about to speak clearly, a voice suddenly rang out in the lobby. A long voice shook Ling Jie's body, and then he came to his senses. Oh my god, where is Bingtong...
...The photo has never been moved... Everything is just an illusion... I think too much and too eagerly...
"Hey, Ling Jie, Ling Jie, you always think too much and are too considerate, please forgive me." Ling Jie bowed deeply and bowed to Bingtong's beautiful photo.
At this time, a person suddenly knelt down on the kneeling mat next to him, "Bingtong, have a good journey. I, Zhuge Qing, am not very good at talking, but today, I really wish you a safe journey."
Ling Jie looked towards her, and she seemed to sense something and turned around to look over.
"Are you here?" Zhuge Qing asked in shock.
"It's you." Ling Jie was also surprised. Zhuge Qing and Bingtong had never known each other, and he really didn't expect that she would come to Bingtong's funeral...
(Fourth update, eight thousand, base, finish, big explosion tomorrow, sixth update and above.)