The Prodigal Daughter Fenghua: The Evil King Forcibly Marries the Nitian Concubine 215. Chapter 215 [His Royal Highness deliberately making things difficult] 01
215. Chapter 215 [His Royal Highness deliberately making things difficult] 01
"Yue Zhen, you don't know. At that time, I roasted game. It didn't feel like I was roasting game. It was like the game was roasting me. My whole body was black." Nan Sheng Moyu raised her head and looked at Huang
Yue Zhen said with a smile.
Huang Yuezhen took a bite of the chicken leg and said, "I thought that Prince Moyu had always been like this. He was so clean that he was not stained with dust. He didn't know how to live in the world and didn't even eat."
"Haha, I'm not a fairy. Thinking about that short period of time, I still miss it. Although the life in the frontier is harder than the life at home, it is much more interesting than at home. I also like those people very much." Nan Sheng Moyu said
These are like going back to that time, the smiles on the faces are shining and beautiful.
Huang Yuezhen didn't expect this seemingly charming Nansheng Moyu, thinking that he had been pampered since he was a child, but he actually had a deep love for the battlefield on the frontier just like a soldier.
"Yue Zhen, have you been to the desert on the frontier?" Nan Sheng Moyu asked Huang Yuezhen, and Huang Yuezhen shook her head slightly. She had never been to the ancient ones, but she had been to the modern ones. She still drove there in an off-road vehicle.
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"Where it is, it is filled with sand and dust all year round. Although it is not as beautiful as Yueqing City, it makes people feel heroic in their hearts. I remember a poem written like this: The desert is as sandy as snow, and Yanshan Mountain
The moon is like a hook, how can it be like a golden head, or a horse riding on the clear autumn." Nan Sheng Moyu slightly raised her head and looked at the sky, and said with great emotion.
[This poem is excerpted from thirty-two poems by Li He and Ma (Part 5)]
[Yu Qi: Why did I think of Yang Kun’s thirty-two concerts as soon as I wrote these thirty-two? I believed your lies o(︶︿︶)o!】
"I haven't seen Yue Zhen before. If I have a chance in the future, I will take you to see it." Nan Sheng Moyu promised.
Huang Yuezhen still smiled and nodded, still eating the fragrant roast chicken in her mouth.
"Yue Zhen, I remember the first time I saw you, you were so tall at that time. You were so shy at the time. Your entire face turned red when you saw me, and you couldn't even complete a sentence when you spoke to me.
Now that I think about it, you were pretty cute back then." Nan Sheng Moyu looked at Huang Yuezhen and slowly recalled what happened between them before.
Huang Yuezhen just smiled as she ate the roast chicken. She was not as shy as before, and her eyes were not filled with too much emotion, like water.
She did remember the scene of her first meeting with Nan Sheng Moyu. After all, this was Huang Yuezhen's most profound memory.
I still remember that day, it was a cold winter, with heavy snow falling in the sky.
Du Zhongtian took Huang Yuezhen to visit Prince Nanzheng's Mansion. Before dinner, Huang Yuezhen was curious and bored about the Prince's Mansion, so he walked to the garden of Prince Nanzheng's Mansion.
Under the wintersweet blossoms in full bloom in the garden, with pale pink petals falling from time to time accompanied by snowflakes, there is a graceful young man. He is wearing a snow-like robe standing in the snowy sky, holding a hand that is slightly red from the cold.
The sword is dancing seriously.
At that time, Huang Yuezhen stopped and stood behind him, watching Nan Sheng Mo Yu's sword dance seriously and curiously.
His sword dancing movements were particularly beautiful. His white robe almost blended into the whole scene. His long black hair was flying freely with his movements. The flowing sword skills in his hands had a faint hint of light.
The flashing sword light is like a dancing ribbon, silvery white, dancing very beautifully.