Yi Huaiyu was not a good drinker. At first he just wanted to drink a few drinks for fun. Who knew that the wine Guangshu Army drank on weekdays was very strong. After half a bottle of wine, his vision was already blurry.
Looking at Yi Huaiyu who was so drunk, Du Dutong was angry and laughed. He lamented that "it is difficult for a hero to pass the wine gate" and called the soldiers to take Yi Huaiyu back to the military tent, because he was worried that the rough-handed soldiers would not be able to take care of him.
Okay, Sima Tulan, who was half drunk, also followed.
Yi Huaiyu was indeed very drunk. He kept shouting and asking for wine along the way, and even vomited himself and the soldiers with filth. He even joked absurdly that he wanted to help the two of them to sleep with him. When he arrived at the military tent, his face was all red.
The green little soldier didn't even have time to say goodbye. He turned around and crawled away. Only Yi Huaiyu was left lying on his back on the felt blanket in the tent, mumbling something in his mouth.
"Don't drink if you don't have the ability. Isn't it embarrassing to be so drunk?" Sima Tulan raised her eyebrows and spat, but the cloth in her hand was not affected at all, and she carefully wiped away the hot sweat on Yi Huaiyu's head.
In fact, Sima Tulan's drinking capacity is not much better than that of Yi Huaiyu, but just now Ou Suiliang said that she should stay sober and left the table earlier, so she drank a few less drinks when there was no one to chat with, and she was hit by the cold wind during the whole journey.
The alcohol was also rising. She rubbed her dry eyes and yawned. Sima Duran planned to help Yi Huaiyu take off his dirty armor and then go back to rest. When his eyes touched a scar on Yi Huaiyu's arm, he was attracted.
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Yi Huaiyu's appearance is relatively delicate among the princes. His strong body, strong arms and scars full of vicissitudes of life are not suitable for him. However, these scars are proof of his eastward and westward wars and a monument to his numerous achievements.
Looking at it, one can't help but imagine him scolding Fang Qiu on the battlefield, looking majestic and heroic.
Love and justice, flesh and blood, courage and strategy, for Sima Tulan, this is the real man.
A smile hung on the corner of his lips and he caressed the scar. After a while, a trace of bitterness melted into his eyes.
"No matter how good it is, it's not yours after all." As if to warn herself, Sima Tulan put away her smile and sighed, and suddenly came up with a bold idea through the drunkenness.
She wanted to stick to his chest and feel the hot temperature again, just like when he held her in the cave, just for a while - after withdrawing the troops and returning to the imperial capital, she would choose Su Shiyun no matter whether he could successfully marry her or not.
As the future husband, Ou Suiliang will no longer be qualified to touch him at that time. The opportunity is only this once.
After so many years of loneliness and desolation alone, only his chest made her feel warm and heart-warming.
Half lying on his side, close to his chest, the familiar temperature and heartbeat came through his clothes, which was inexplicably reassuring. Sima Turand hoped that he could be still at this moment, no matter what the world was like, no matter what the country was like, there was only this moment.
If it becomes eternity, then she will be the happiest person in the world.
But time is always cruel, and the rotating hourglass destroys hope. As the hour passes by, the soft rustling sound seems to remind Sima Duran that it is time to wake up from the dream.
Carefully getting up and leaving the warm chest, Sima Duran sat hugging her knees for a moment, planning to leave after her mood calmed down a little. Unexpectedly, before her mood improved, a big palm stretched out diagonally grabbed her slender wrist and pulled hard.
, dragging Sima Tulan to lie down next to Yi Huaiyu.
"Yi Huai——" Sima Tulan originally thought that Yi Huaiyu was joking with her, but it wasn't until her eyes met the blazing eyes of the man who turned over that she realized that he was drunk and not fooling around.
Sima Duran was engulfed in panic for a moment. No matter how coddled and overbearing she was, this was the only time she was looking at a man at such a close distance, and this man was still Yi Huaiyu. How could she be calm as usual? What made her blush even more was that
, Yi Huaiyu's breathing was hot and rapid, it seemed...
Although she has never experienced anything between men and women, she still has some understanding of some situations.
"You drunkard..." After the panic, she struggled desperately, but how could Yi Huaiyu allow her a chance to escape? With one hand, he restrained the two wrists that were grabbing randomly, and with the other hand, he twisted the cheek that was turned to the side. Under Yi Huaiyu's irresistible force
Under the tremendous power, Sima Duran watched the familiar face get closer and closer.
The lips are soft and moist, a little rough, a little confused.
Sima Duran suddenly stopped struggling, and her mind was filled with only one thing - who he kissed, or what he wanted to kiss, was he or Su Shiyun?
In his eyes, is she still her?
Probably sensing that the other party had given up resistance, Yi Huaiyu's movements became much softer, but his heavy and rapid breathing remained the same. It was already late at night, and except for the two people who returned drunkenly, the others were either far away or outside.
While drinking and making noise, no one would hear any inappropriate noises in the tent, let alone imagine that a scene of endless beauty was taking place in the passionate and passionate military camp.
Sima Duran almost trembled and let go of all her strength. She was not sure whether she was awake or not, and she was not sure whether this was the right thing to do. The crazy impulses in her mind had annihilated her reason, leaving only a harsh noise - give it to him, let him
He left some memories for himself. When he wakes up tomorrow, she is still the abandoned outsider in this relationship.
It's enough to have him for just this moment.
Before dawn, Ou Suiliang walked outside the tent in the thin dusk. His expression was dull and somewhat lonely. When he saw the hurried figure not far away, he suddenly darkened.
"Where did Miss Sima go?"
Sima Tulan, who was walking in a hurry, was startled. When he saw the person approaching, Ou Suiliang breathed out, and his tone seemed to be somewhat concealed: "I drank too much last night and had a headache. I got up and walked around in the morning. I hope
It could be better.”
"Did you go out just after you got up in the morning?" Ou Suiliang smiled, with a strange look in his eyes, "I went to see Miss Sima last night, but there was no one in the tent, and Miss Sima's clothes were a bit scattered."
Sima Duran subconsciously tightened her collar, turned her head to avoid Ou Suiliang's deep gaze, and deliberately pretended to be impatient: "I'm in a bad mood, why don't I walk outside all night? The wind is so strong, who can keep their clothes neat and tidy? I
I am free to do whatever I want, you have no right to control me."
Sima Duran's temper was well known to everyone, and Ou Suiliang usually laughed it off when she was in a mood, but this time it was different. It wasn't until Sima Duran was stared at that he panicked O Suiliang that he looked away, without saying anything, and looked alone towards Yi.
Huaiyu walked to the tent.
Sima Tulan didn't know if Ou Suiliang had seen the red marks under her collar, but she knew that she could hide this matter from no one but him, even if Yi Huaiyu forgot about it after he sobered up, even if she didn't mention it a word
, that man with eyes more precise than a hawk would also guess it.
A few days ago, she said that she wanted him to go to the house to propose marriage, but now he saw him looking like this...
The impulse gradually receded in the cold wind, and Sima Tulan suddenly realized what a stupid thing she had done. Not only would it hurt Ou Suiliang, but she would also be sorry for the gentle woman who was eagerly looking forward to Yi Huaiyu's return. A huge panic came overwhelming,
But she didn't even have a chance to regret it.
Sima Tulan stood there blankly for a long time, and a tear slipped quietly.