Beiyue held the bowl in one hand and stroked Mingtai's cheek with the other, her eyes were completely satisfied.

Mingtai was touched by her, and his eyes were cold.

"How do you ...... Hey?!" Beiyue didn't sit still, and fell down.

Mingtai's eyes were quick, and as soon as he reached out, he grabbed her thin waist, pulled her back, and sat down on his lap again.

Although Beiyue was dressed in men's clothes, a thin waist betrayed her girlish identity.

Soft, tough, with fragrance.

Mingtai froze for a moment.

The wine in Beiyue's bowl spilled into her hand, she ate and laughed again, and raised her head to drink the rest of the wine in the bowl.

Then, put his finger on Mingtai's lips and made a serious teasing of Mingtai.

"You taste it, Kyoto is fragrant and the daughter is red, and it tastes tight. ”

Mingtai frowned, "Peach blossom stuffing." ”

"Daughter Red. "Kitatsuki Road.

It's really drunk.

Mingtai lowered his eyes to look at his slender white fingers, and then at a pair of hazy and drunken apricot eyes.

He opened his lips and took Kitatsuki's fingers in his mouth.

It doesn't matter what peach blossoms he brews, what daughter is red, he is intoxicating at the moment.

The numbness of Beiyue's fingers spread throughout her body, and she put her head on Mingtai's shoulder.

His lips were against his white ears, which were translucent in the moonlight.

"I depend on my father for my life, and the Zhenguo Mansion is sparsely populated, and for so many years, I have never wanted to rely on anyone. ”

Mingtai only felt a numbness in his spine, and he couldn't help but sit up straight, and the warm breath on the side of his neck came and went as she spoke.

The heartstrings are broken.

But I heard Beiyue continue: "Why did I suddenly want to rely on you when I saw you, I am really depraved...... Hmmm......"

No matter how many words remained, they were all swallowed between Mingtai's teeth.

He tilted his head and kissed her.

The lips and teeth are full of wine, very sweet.

......

When I woke up, it was very bright.

Beiyue rubbed her eyes in a haze, looking at a night pearl on the top of the bed and was stunned.

It's a fragment of myself.

It seems that I remember that I was drinking with Mingtai in the backyard.

In the past, she drank well, and when she was drunk, she fell asleep and was not noisy. I don't know how this Zhang Xiaoling's wine is.

"But woke up?" Mingtai's cold voice came.

Beiyue got up with a grunt and opened the bed. I saw Mingtai standing beside the bed with his hands in his hands, his face was not abnormal, and there was a table of breakfast behind him.

"How much did I drink?" asked Kitatsuki.

"Five or six bowls. Mingtai replied honestly.

Beiyue covered her head, "It's only five or six bowls?"

In the past, she could drink two or three jars, not to mention that she was not drunk with a thousand cups. What a loss for myself.

"But you have a headache?" Mingtai asked when he saw her holding her head in pain.

"Headache. Beiyue nodded and got out of bed lazily.

Mingtai leaned sideways, "There is sobering soup here, you drink this first, it can relieve the headache." ”

Beiyue sat at the table and raised her eyes to look at Mingtai, "Do I cry when I'm drunk?"

Mingtai recalled that after he kissed her, this Nizi actually catered to him, hugged his neck and didn't let go, and couldn't pull it off.

He had to carry her back to the dormitory, and when he put her on the bed, she still did not let go, and had to pamper him.

Yes, that's exactly what she said.

The thousand-year-old blushed, and finally coaxed her to finally sleep, so that she could get out.

Crying, not really.

Playing hooligans, master.

Mingtai shook his head, "I didn't cry. ”

"That's fine. Beiyue breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the teacup to rinse her mouth.

The girl looked light and breezy, and she really didn't remember last night.

Mingtai sat at the table with her, "You told me a lot about you and your father. ”

Beiyue had a soup spoon in her hand, and she vaguely remembered this paragraph.

"Well, I ...... I miss my dad so much. ”

The soup spoon slammed on the jade bowl, and the sound of collision was crisp.

Mingtai picked up the silver chopsticks and gave Beiyue cloth vegetables.

"I'll go to the Falling Dust Continent to help you, okay?"

The deep atmosphere was fleeting, and Beiyue grinned, "How can you help? Aren't you unable to go to the Falling Dust Continent? I was injured last time I went to save me." And why are you so good to me, didn't you say before that you are not from the same level as me, and you can't be together?"

Mingtai didn't answer, only helped her pick up vegetables.

Beiyue sneered, "Duduplicity." "I calmly started to eat breakfast.

Pan Xiaole made the arrangements for this, and Beiyue went to find Shen Youqing again.

She bluntly said that if Shen Youqing could graduate at the end of the year and was willing to walk with her, she would be very happy to join him.

Shen Youqing frowned and thought for a long time, if he started practicing hard from now on, it was not hopeless. It's just that he's missing a mount.

Regarding the mount, he had also mentioned it before, and Beiyue had several plans.

Either go to train horses, this little meaning.

Or go to the dragon's nest and train the dragon. This one is a bit more difficult.

Not to mention that there are no dragon's nests near Kyoto, and even if there are, they are all the kind that are difficult to tame.

However, there is another way.

In two months, in the autumn hunt, the saint will take people to the palace.

The palace was built on the Shen Vulture Mountain, not very far from Beijing. There are mountains and forests encircled by the royal hunt, and the area is very large, and there are many rare beasts, and there are also dragons.

She won the first place in the martial arts competition, and at that time she said that she would accompany the autumn hunt.

But Shen Youqing, what is the way for him to follow?

Come to think of it, there's still two months to go.

In the next few days, Beiyue took the waist card and went to the Zhenguo Mansion.

Chanan Xing had nothing to do, so he went with him.

The mansion arranged a new personal guard, which was picked by Zhou Yangui, and he was a strong person, which shows how much he attaches importance to it.

Beiyue stood at the gate, and the vermilion lacquer gate slowly opened in front of her, as if she was in a different world.

It's not just a lifetime away.

Nanxing also stood at the door and watched quietly.

The last time she came, she was still holding the coffin and keeping a watch, but she never thought that it was her own sister.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see it, I can turn around this house with my eyes closed. Beiyue beckoned and walked into the door with his feet raised.

Although the general's mansion and the Guogong's mansion are only a few words apart, the regulations are actually different.

It stands to reason that Qi Shen's knighthood should be a bigger house. But there was no one in the house, and Emperor Ren didn't want to make trouble, so he didn't make an order.

This house is still the regulation of the general's mansion, with three entrances and three exits, a front and back yard, and a water pavilion.

When I arrived at the courtyard where Beiyue lived, it was the closest place to Qi Shen's main house, planted with patches of bamboo, and a fish pond. Only now, the fish pond is dry, and there is not a single fish.

Nanxing put his hands behind his back, shook the dragon whip pinned to his waist, looked at the dry fish pond and said, "It's okay, I'll send someone to find a craftsman tomorrow to refill you with water." ”

Beiyue waved her hand indifferently, "Don't toss, I don't live here now, it's more convenient to be in the schoolhouse." I'll ...... later."

Nanxing bowed, "It's okay." The previous housekeeper has returned to his hometown, and I will find another housekeeper to help you take care of this house, but it is not good to be deserted after all. ”

Beiyue Jing went to the house, and said as he walked, "It's okay, I don't have time left or right." The national teacher has nothing to do, so let's worry more. ”

Nanxing, who had "nothing to do", frowned and followed her into the house.

This is still the last time Beiyue left home, with all kinds of long and short knives hanging on the wall. There was not a trace of dust in the teapot and teacups on the table, and there were still a few books stacked on the desk.

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