"No!" His face darkened and he refused coldly, but a little warmth slowly passed through his heart.
His enchantress, how could he not know what she was thinking, but how could he be willing to let her endure the hardships of the long journey?
"I will come back within one month." There were no gorgeous words, no touching oaths of eternal love, but his promise was as heavy as a pound and was real.
She nodded, buried her head in the crook of his neck, and stopped talking.
How could she not know that women were not allowed to enter the important military camp? The battlefield was cold and cold, and he did not want her to suffer even the slightest injustice. How could she not understand? However, this separation was only one month, and the days were too long...
..
Just when the two of them were hugging and cuddling as if there was no one around, the strange and demonic voice sounded again:
"The eldest princess has arrived."
Yang Xi raised her eyes and looked towards the bustling crowd. When she saw this, she was so frightened that she almost jumped out of Murong Yun's arms!
She! She! It’s her! It’s herself! This woman, this face, this person! It’s clearly her—Yang Xi!
Yes, it's Yang Xi, who was still in college in the 21st century, specializing in archeology! That face that she has known for twenty-one years!
"who is she?"
"Murong Yan."
When her eyesight dimmed, she almost fainted!
Murong Yan! How could it be exactly the same as the face in her previous life? How could it be! Is she the Yan'er in Huo Yu's mouth? Are those words she heard in a daze true or false?
Huo Yu, Feng Ba, Yang Xi, Murong Yan...
What's going on? What's going on?
Huo Di, she turned around and looked at the light green figure in the corner - he was still drinking wine lightly, his light eyes staying on Murong Yan in the distance, his eyes that had been solidified for thousands of years dimmed slightly,
But she quickly returned to her usual cold state, and then, as if he found someone paying attention to her, his cold gaze suddenly fell on her.
Yang Xi was stunned for a moment, and was frightened away by the coldness in his eyes. She quickly turned her face away, not daring to look at him again.
Feng Ba, Murong Yan...is it a coincidence or fate?
I have never forgotten that night when Feng Ba confusedly mistook her for his woman and robbed her violently. The one he called out was "Yan'er"!
Yan'er, is this Murong Yan?
She is elegant and graceful in her movements, graceful and graceful, with a swaying waist and a charming posture. This Murong Yan is much more noble and charming than "Yang Xi"!
Her waist tightened, her eyebrows furrowed, and she glanced at the face above her head. What for? What a rude man!
"I said you are not allowed to approach good-looking men at will." A dangerous signal flashed in his eyes and his tone was deep.
She pursed her lips and protested silently. This guy is so jealous! People are just shocked, just curious, just confused...
After taking a breath, even I felt helpless. How to explain this messy relationship to him? Is it a coincidence? It’s such a coincidence!
Who can tell her what's going on? Who can?
He slapped her face forcefully, and his expression was unkind. "No..."
"Yes -" She rolled her eyes helplessly, and took the initiative to peck his palm. This man... was too domineering.
Satisfied with her obedience and initiative, his tight thin lips raised a smile. "I like obedient women."
I also like gentle men! She curled her lips and endured these words.
"Can I ask a question?"
"Um."
"Feng Ba... and Murong Yan..." I glanced at him secretly, but fortunately, there was no anger. "They..."
"Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts."
He is indeed a lover!
Murong Yun's deep gaze fell on her changeable face. There was shock, suspicion, and secret joy, but there was no sadness or sadness. He, unknowingly, breathed a sigh of relief. She said to Feng Ba,
There seems to be really no camaraderie.
Ever since, he put her more forcefully into his arms, and his heart gradually blossomed into several lotus flowers. He had never experienced these concerns about gains and losses in his feelings for a woman, and he was cautious. When they appeared, he didn't know how to deal with them.
He had no choice but to hug her tightly and not let her have a chance to escape.
The deeper the love, the more uneasy it becomes. Such emotions are too painful.
"Yun..." He hugged her so hard that she almost couldn't breathe, "Yun, let go, let go..."
Murong Yun relaxed his arms slightly, giving her a chance to breathe, but the gaze on her pretty blushing face became deeper and deeper. He lowered his head and was about to kiss those two sweet and charming lips - "Ahem
,cough..." Two unbearable coughs came from the side.
These two people! Do these two people want to be so arrogant?
Since they came back from requesting orders from Murong Xi, they only had each other in their hearts, as if everyone else at the banquet were stone carvings and dead animals. He tolerated this. They were talking to each other, slandering each other, and did not care about the impact at all.
He recognized other people's appetites and appetites! However, these two people went so far as to want to kiss wildly in public. This! He really couldn't bear it!
If you want to go home intimately, don't drag him down here and make him look embarrassed. Look at those eyes that look like watching a play. Which one is not staring at them for a moment?
After calming down slightly, Murong Yun waved his sleeves to block Yang Xi's crimson face from all sights. He picked up a piece of crystal clear meatball and brought it to her lips, looking at her with satisfaction.
Bite it in your mouth and chew it carefully. "When you are full and drunk, roll to the side. Don't stick it here to obstruct people's eyes."
Although his eyes did not move even a little bit, those words were clearly meant for him.
Yanyu glared at him, gulped down wine and meat, and stopped talking.
He was soft-spoken and tender to his ladies, but he was harsh and harsh to him. This man was very partial, very partial!
But a trace of joy flashed through my heart... This scene did not fall into the eyes of the second brother, otherwise, I am afraid he would have suffered internal injuries again.
Murong Yan, who was in the distance, glanced at the two people in a hurry, and a complicated expression flashed across her tender eyes. When she looked back and faced the Holy Queen Mother again, her beautiful big eyes were filled with only gentleness and softness.