Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong flirted with each other - the minister himself said he didn't - and then went to Sun Bingbing's house.

Sun Bingbing's house was considered the more broken in the village, and it was still the old-fashioned brick and tile house that had never been renovated. Lin Yingkong took a look and even suspected that it would leak when it rained and blew.

"It seems that Sun Xiao has made a fortune and has no intention of supporting his fellow villagers." Lin Yingkong looked at the brick house and said with a tweet voice.

It was not Lin Yingkong who wanted to morally kidnap the Sun family, and he felt that Sun Xiao would definitely benefit others after he became rich. It was just that the Sun family built roads, gave gifts, and repaired ancestral halls to the village, making it look like a great charity.

However, as their distant relative, Sun Bingbing was almost beaten to death, and no one was concerned about it. Sun Peiqi, who came back for a rare trip, took the initiative to raise trouble, which made people feel a bit cold and cold.

Feng Rong looked at the situation around Sun Bingbing's house. The terrain in the deep mountains was not very good. The homestead was one piece in the east and one piece in the west. The nearest house was still forty or fifty meters away from Sun Bingbing's house.

Such an old house stood alone here. Even if Sun Bingbing was beaten to death by his father, no one could hear him calling for help loudly, let alone Sun Bingbing was still a natural mute.

"It seems that there are quite a few such houses in the village..." Lin Yingkong thought, "If Huan Feng hid in such a place, it would be really not easy to be discovered."

Behind the brick and tile house are a few vegetable fields surrounded by fences. Even in the late winter, there are green vegetables. A few old hens are free-range in the nearby wilderness. When they see someone coming, they are not panicked, but just scream twice.

Lin Yingkong looked at the path behind the vegetable field thoughtfully. If he walked down there, he should be able to enter the mountain.

"This area is very remote. I suspect that even if there are no wolves, there are snakes, insects, rats and ants, it will be a little better in winter..." Lin Yingkong said a little puzzledly, "Is the people in the village so relieved that Sun Bingbing lives here alone?"

Feng Rong sighed and said, "There is no one left, they probably won't be able to find it in a week. Who cares where he lives?"

When Lin Yingkong heard this, he knew that he had made sense, but he was angry and stood up for Sun Bingbing.

Even if there is no similar experience to Feng Rong, most people will still be sympathetic when a child encounters such a bad situation.

"Quiet, there is food, no one will notice it yet. If something goes wrong, I will run out and go straight into the mountains..." Lin Yingkong thought, "There are not many houses similar to this place, we can complete the transfer in one morning."

Feng Rong nodded, "Get into the house and take a look."

In fact, they all doubted whether the magic Feng would hide in Sun Bingbing's home. After all, Sun Bingbing was a mute, and a mute who was unattended. Even if he was caught by him, Sun Bingbing could not tell the matter.

Sun Bingbing's house was very broken and simple, with only three or two bedrooms, a kitchen and a hall. The floor was filled with cement, which looked gray and even had uneven pits, filled with the smell of pennilessness everywhere, which remained undispersed for a long time.

Feng Rong looked around and suddenly said, "It's similar to where I lived when I was a child."

Lin Yingkong felt sad when he heard this, and he retorted without thinking: "How could you do that? You lived here before, but you were not as good as here."

At least there is more furniture in this place. In Fengrong's sea of ​​consciousness, Lin Yingkong had seen the one-bedroom bungalow he lived in when he was a child. In addition to the crooked tables and stools that were made of wooden boards, Fengrong's home was so clean that even mice were unwilling to visit, and even the few leftover bowls and chopsticks were all open...

Whenever Lin Yingkong recalls these details, he feels so distressed that he can't help but reach out to hug Feng Rong, hoping that time will go back to the past and take his dear minister away from dire straits.

Feng Rong was watching the things in the cupboard with traces of using by several people. He was suddenly hugged by Lin Yingkong, a little confused, "Yingkong?"

Lin Yingkong kissed his side face, "No, I just want to kiss you."

Feng Rong was a little helpless and touched his head, "Go and work, don't make trouble."

Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong searched Sun Bingbing's house from the inside to the outside, but they found nothing except a pile of wine bottles that could make mountains. They could only look at each other and look at each other.

This village is not in the north, and there is no space like a cellar underground. If you can’t find it, you can’t find it. Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong can only set out to see the situation.

Before leaving the door, Feng Rong suddenly stopped and looked at the pile of firewood beside the door.

There are many people here who cook on stoves, so they usually go to the mountains to chop wood, and so are Sun Bingbing's house. He also has calluses left by chopping wood in his hands.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yingkong asked.

Feng Rong squatted down and reached out to peel off the pile of firewood. Lin Yingkong immediately went to help him, "Minister, what are you looking for?"

"Look for it..." Feng Rong didn't know what he was looking for, but he felt that the pile of firewood was too neatly placed than the messy house. He always looked at it and found it strange, so he couldn't help but flip it over.

The two of them squatted in front of the firewood and flipped around, then took out a stainless steel lunch box at the bottom of the pile of wood.

Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong looked at each other again.

"I just used it, washed it very clean, maybe I'm still going to continue using it..." Lin Yingkong opened the stainless steel lunch box and checked it, and even put on rubber gloves to avoid damaging the fingerprints on his head. "I'll take it back and check it for Bingqiao."

Feng Rong nodded, "But who can Sun Bingbing deliver meals to with lunch boxes?"

Even if it is in class, it is still in the village school. It is very close to you and can come home for three meals a day. There is no need to bring lunch boxes to class at all.

Besides, even if you want to deliver food to others, why do you still hide your lunch box? If you put the lunch box openly in the house, no one will think something is wrong.

Lin Yingkong packed the lunch box with a sealed bag and looked at Feng Rong exploratoryly, "How likely is it to be the magic maple of the heart?"

Feng Rong pondered but didn't say anything.

Because of this little episode, Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong did not continue to go to the people on the list given by Ding Youlan, but first sent the lunch box back to Di Bingqiao for fingerprint and DNA inspection to see if they could find out the owner or user of the lunch box.

Di Bingqiao was a little strange when she saw the lunch box, but she still responded with one mouthful and said that she would give them the result in the afternoon.

Lin Yingkong asked: "Sun Bingbing hasn't woken up yet?"

Di Bingqiao's face darkened, "He refused to wake up."

Feng Rong pondered for a moment, "Can you find a way to stimulate him to wake up?"

Di Bingqiao hesitated, "It's not impossible..."

In fact, there are many ways to do it, just depend on whether you want to use it.

Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong discussed a few words in a low voice, and finally Lin Yingkong said, "Wake him up."

Di Bingqiao had no choice but to nod, "Okay, I'll go and prepare some potions."

Since you want to wake up people, try to use a more gentle method as much as possible.

After getting this done, Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong planned to go out again and continue to investigate whether there were any traces of people living alone or in empty houses.

Ding Youlan stopped them, "Minister, Assistant Lin."

"Hmm?" Lin Yingkong pulled Feng Rong over.

Ding Youlan projected a three-dimensional map with a red dot marked on it, which was about one kilometer away from the village. "This is the ancestral tomb of the Sun family. Brother Yiling and Han Lu went to see it, and something was wrong."

"What's wrong?" Lin Yingkong asked.

Ding Youlan changed the display method of the three-dimensional map. The place marked with the red dot was immediately covered with a faint red color, but the other places were displayed with layers of light green.

"Is the spiritual power fluctuation wrong?" Feng Rong saw it, "The spiritual power is too thin. Is there really a formation to seize spiritual energy in that place?"

"Brother Yiling and the others are still watching," Ding Youlan said, "but the Sun family may not have good intentions every time they come back to worship their ancestors."

Lin Yingkong suddenly thought of something and asked, "Xiao Lan, check what happened before and after the Sun family came back to their hometown to see if there was any strange situation around Sun Xiao's company or around him."

Feng Rong gradually fell in love with the taste of milk from day to day repetition. Like became a habit and could no longer be separated from it.

Many years later, Lin Yingkong helped the minister to heat the milk in the kitchen, and then added a spoonful of condensed milk to it.

Feng Rong said for no reason: "The first cup of hot milk I drank was filled with condensed milk."

Lin Yingkong no longer remembered what he had added to the first time the hot milk. He heard this and thought it was Feng Rong who soaked it, and even asked him with a smile if he wanted to add some more honey.

Feng Rong didn't say anything, but just gave him a milky kiss.

Lin Yingkong was not sure about this, but he happily accepted the opportunity to kiss the minister and hugged him and kissed him deeply.

After drinking milk, Lin Yingkong followed the minister back to the room, lay on the big bed and rolled around, and then on a whim, talking to Feng Rong about the bitterness of unrequited love back then, and also mentioned that he often climbed onto this bed while Feng Rong was not paying attention to it and felt the minister's breath.

Lin Yingkong was quite proud of his behavior, which made Feng Rong laugh and cry, but finally reached out to hug him.

Feng Rong whispered: "...I'm sorry for letting you have a love affair alone for so long."

"It doesn't matter," Lin Yingkong blinked, "I think it's pretty good."

——I wish the minister was a little less indifferent.

"And..." Lin Yingkong became serious, "Even if I was in a unrequited love, I was the only minister at that time, right?"

Feng Rong was stunned at first, then recalled carefully, and had to shake her head and chuckle.

Lin Yingkong was right. Even if there was no love, Lin Yingkong was the only person who accompanied him from beginning to end during those years.
Chapter completed!