The bonfire is blazing and the night breeze is refreshing. The aroma of barbecue fills the grassland by the lake.
Yelu Qingge cut the roasted rabbit and pheasant meat into thin slices with a dagger, placed them on washed licorice leaves and handed them to Mei Liangchen. "Yours!"
Mei Liangchen was not polite. While eating the fragrant barbecue, he used a makeshift wooden spoon to scoop soup from the stone pot. Yelu Qingge's eating habits could not be called elegant. He looked like more informal cavalrymen.
Like a sergeant, he put the whole game in his hands and gnawed it. It looked like he was eating it very well, his mouth was full of oil, and his stern facial lines softened a lot against the red firelight.
"Can you feel full with that soup you drank?" He didn't believe it, so he just cut the white mushrooms into slices and boiled them together with some dark weed roots, and he was able to satisfy his hungry stomach.
"Yes, sir, this soup is very delicious, and drinking it is good for your health!" She handed the other wooden spoon to Yelu Qingge and advised: "Try it, after all, you made this pot!"
Her eyes fell on his sharp-jointed iron palm. Just now, he turned a square stone into a stone pot that could be used to cook food with his bare hands. When the stone flew down from his fingers, her heart surged.
She was filled with deep fear. She was thinking, if the stone were in her place, would she be crushed into powder by him like this...
Yelu Qingge wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking a little hesitant. Seeing how sweet she drank, he also wanted to taste the food in the pot.
"It doesn't taste good, I will punish you!" His penetrating gaze made the long, slightly upturned eyelashes of the Qingling woman dance for a while.
She lowered her head and her voice suddenly dropped: "It's okay if you don't drink."
"Hahaha..." He laughed. Maybe her rich and varied expressions really made him feel fresh and happy. When he was so excited, he actually grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard against him.
The arms of iron.
She moved for a moment and stopped struggling. The struggle was useless, and she gradually got used to Yelu Qingge's barbaric behavior.
But I didn't expect that he would kiss her lips gently next. Instead of his previous rough and tough attitude, with a little softness, he carefully touched her clove with the tip of his tongue filled with the scent of meat...
The breeze brought a hint of coolness, and the moisture from the lake moistened the grass and horses, and at the same time moistened her slightly trembling heart.
After an unknown amount of time, Yelu Qingge finally slowly raised his head. There was a hint of confusion on his chiseled face, and the faint fragrance in his arms rolled up layer by layer with the long-lasting memories, choking him.
Heartbeat speeds up...
His expression became worse and worse, and suddenly, without any warning, he threw her to the meadow like a rag, and a sharp whistle suddenly lit up in his mouth.
"Dede, dede..." The God of Thunder did not go far. He heard the sound and rushed to his master like a whirlwind.
The grass was very thick, and Mei Liangchen didn't feel much pain. However, her chest felt tight for no reason, as if there was a stone blocking her, making it impossible for her to breathe smoothly. She knew that she didn't adjust her emotions in time and cared too much about him.
. This kind of caring is not out of love, it is just a woman’s instinctive concern for the first man in her life. It is like a seed falling into the soil and taking root and sprouting. No matter how clean she pulls the fruit out, there will still be roots of the plant.
Leave it in the soil. She didn't want to lose the most precious thing and be trampled by him like garbage! His anger was too inexplicable. She was careful everywhere, but she still ignited this man's anger! Where did she go wrong?
She really wanted to grab him by the collar, slap him hard in the face, and ask him why he was so crazy! But she was just a young stable boy whose life was as humble as grass. All she could choose was to calm down her anger and return to her expression as calm as lake water.
, get up again from the meadow..
What stood above her was his handsome face as cold as ice. He did not stretch out his hand to pull her onto the horse, but watched cruelly as she climbed onto the horse's back from behind with difficulty.
As soon as the deep shout of "drive" rang out, the God of Thunder immediately jumped out like a warrior after receiving an order and ran towards the dark and boundless prairie...
The horse started galloping, and she realized how cold the grassland was at night. The cold wind blew against her body like a knife, and the bone-piercing chill could only make her close her eyes and grit her teeth. After enduring it for a while, she really couldn't bear it.
Unable to hold on any longer, she quietly pressed her body against his strong back while he wasn't paying attention, and put her hands around his waist to maintain balance.
His body suddenly became stiff, and she also relaxed her hands alertly, ready to grab the saddle behind at any time to prevent him from throwing her off the horse.
"Drive", raising her whip and shouting. Suddenly, before she understood what was going on, her waist tightened and her body spun. A feeling of weightlessness swept over her, and when she realized that she was back in his fiery warmth.
When she touched her chest, I couldn't believe that he was actually nice to her again!
He was actually smiling.
His beautiful lips pressed against her forehead, he wrapped her in the fiery battle robe with one arm, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha... Little thing, if you want my love, just say so!"
Is this what he calls love?
Although she dismissed it, her physical desire for warmth made her remain silent and no longer fight against him. His embrace was hot. I wonder if it was due to years of martial arts practice. She could still see him in the darkness.
The heat is rising.
Really not human...
She secretly cursed.
I heard that it doesn't matter if the owner sleeps on a horse that rides diagonally. It seems that Thor is more magical than those horses. She yawned and felt his chin rubbing her forehead, which was a little itchy and prickly.
She knew that it was the stubble of a man's new life. All men on the grassland were like this, but she was the only one who was as clean as a rooster.
When the smile crept up the corners of her eyes and brows, she couldn't resist the waves of fatigue and slowly closed her eyes...
Lasurong did not dare to sleep and waited at the gate of the palace for most of the night. Although he knew that General Muren would be fine following the general, he still felt uneasy.
"Da da... da da da..." The sound of galloping hooves startled the sleepy Rasu Rong inside the door.
He ran out of the palace gate quickly and saw a group of people rushing towards the palace with billowing smoke and dust.