When the bustling and lively retreated, it was already the middle of the moon, Yueming looked at Yaoling, who was full of drunkenness, and frowned slightly, this girl was the first time to drink like this.

Bayin sent a carriage to send them back.

The crescent moon like a beautiful eyebrow hangs quietly in the blue night sky, and the cool and gentle wind blows through the silent grassland, and the carriage on the grassland seems simple but also very practical.

Two horses pull a carriage with two wheels, and the small tent is propped up on the frame, which is a warm nest, and such a carriage can pull down all the belongings of the family.

Of course, the royal carriage was huge, unimaginably large, and could pull up the huge tent where the king lived.

The drunken Yao Ling snuggled in Yueming's arms, still singing, and her hands were dancing restlessly.

And Yueming just hugged her lightly, not letting her out of the range of her arm. He was afraid that the bumps in the carriage would knock the drunken Yao Ling unconscious, so he ordered the coachman to walk slowly by the horse.

&［.;“ Hee-hee," Yaoling in her arms looked up at him for a long time with a pair of drunken eyes and hazy eyes, and suddenly laughed, "What if... Comb a woman's hair in a bun, surely... can anger all the women in the world. She burped and said to Yueming.

Yueming was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned red, and there was a faint annoyance in her eyes.

"Hee-hee, you're blushing....you love blushing the most. Like a girl. Yaoling fell on Yueming's shoulder and closed her eyes and said, "The first time I saw you, you blushed. Hee-hee. When she was drunk, she loved to talk and laugh even more.

Yueming's heart moved slightly, "What do you remember?" he lowered his head and looked at Yaoling, who was leaning on his shoulder. The love that was pressed deep in my heart came up like a tide.

"You know, I....love you too. The carriage swayed leisurely, and the drunken Yaoling closed her eyes and said vaguely.

At this time, Yueming heard the sound of her own heartbeat.

"Knock knock" beats so violently, even if he has practiced for so many years, he can't control the agitated jump at this moment.

The arm holding the rattle tightened slightly.

"You....this is the first time I've seen someone outside of the Qilin Valley, and your appearance has made me know that there is more than just Fengqing outside the valley... Bad Emperor, and....you're so good-looking... Hee-hee... The same person as Xiaofeng. Her tongue was stiff and her speech was indistinct, but Yueming could hear it clearly.

He listened quietly and did not interrupt her drunken conversation.

"I love you...... But I also love the little wind. How pitiful my little wind is. Speaking of this, Yao Ling tried hard to take her head off Yueming's shoulder and looked up at him, reluctantly opened a pair of beautiful but confused big eyes to look at Yueming, and then said vaguely: "How pitiful my little wind is, since childhood...... I'm the only one by his side. He was always so sad and lonely. I just want him to be happy, you know I just want him to be happy, really. She patted her chest and said to Yueming. Then his head tilted and fell on Yueming's shoulder.

"And you cold, stinky moon. But there are so many beauties around you, and the maids in your house are all beautiful, so beautiful that they make me jealous. She muttered. He also burps from time to time.

"You still have such a gentle father and a loving mother who have always been by your side, and my little wind is only me. She patted Yueming with her hand, closed her eyes and leaned on Yueming's shoulder, leaning back on Yueming's arms, feeling comfortable before continuing: "I can't love you, I can't let my little wind." Her voice grew lower.

Looking at Yao Ling who fell asleep drunk in his arms, Yueming's expectant eyes finally dimmed, in the quiet moonlit night, he lowered his head slightly and sniffed the fragrance of the woman in his arms, one hand gently wrapped around her shoulder, one hand gently stroked the hair on her forehead, and then both arms wrapped around her shoulders and completely hugged her in his arms, his cheeks were lightly next to her soft hair, and a pair of eyes shining like stars in the distant sky were shining with a cold and lonely light in the moonlit night.

"You have spoken your heart after all, but how do you know that I have not been depressed and sad since I was a child?" he said in a soft and shallow tone of sadness.

Yaoling in her arms opened her eyes slightly in a daze, "Well, you are sad" said stiffly for half a sentence, and then tilted her head and fell asleep again.

"I was sent to Baoxiang Temple from birth, and all I saw were solemn Buddha statues and strict and serious masters. Heaven also gave Yue Ning a place for you to accompany him, but what did you give me? My queen mother loved me, but for the sake of her position, she allowed me to be a Buddhist disciple in the temple before I was born. My father, though he loved me, was also busy with the affairs of the state and kept me in the temple and ignored me. You know how envious I was when I saw you smiling and jumping at Yuening in Qilin Valley, and I also wanted to have a concern for a cute little person like you. But I didn't. His voice was low and lonely in the quiet of the night, words that he had never said to anyone in his heart. And at this moment, Yaoling had already fallen asleep in his arms.

"You know, how many times have I seen you show me your bright smile in my dreams, and how many times have I imagined you falling asleep in my arms like this? I want to protect you with my life. I know how lonely I am, because I don't feel lonely anymore because I have a concern for you. Even if you don't love me, as long as I stay by your side, my heart will still be happy. The murmuring was like a dream from somewhere far away, and Yao Ling in his arms knew nothing.

That night, Yaoling didn't know how she tossed, in short, she was very uncomfortable in her dreams, and when she was completely comfortable, it was time for the east to get brighter.

When she opened her eyes, she felt her head hurt. I touched my head with my hand and looked at the roof of the tent in a daze, not knowing where I was sleeping.

I turned my head and saw the palace lamp lit in the tent, and saw a white figure sitting quietly on the futon under the palace lamp, like an old monk in meditation.

"It's not dawn yet?" she asked softly.

"Hmm," Yueming replied in a low voice. Reaching out and pouring a glass of water from the low table, he brought it to her.

Yaoling sat up and took the water glass, "Why hasn't it been dawn yet?" I feel like I've been asleep for a long time. He muttered as he drank water.

"Well, you're right, it's just dark. Yueming took the empty cup in her hand and said lightly.

A pair of big eyes stared at Yueming in disbelief for a moment, and then suddenly looked at the lamp and candle on the table, "You said that the genius is dark, I"

"You don't remember, you ate my roast lamb last night and drank a lot of wine. Then he fell asleep without knowing anything. Yueming got up and walked towards the dwarf.

A pair of slender hands covered their heads. Trying to remember, suddenly she felt that something was wrong, stared at her sleeve, and suddenly she lowered her head and looked at her body again. Two red clouds crept up her cheeks.

Silently lay down again. Cover your head with a quilt.

Yueming, who turned her back, was about to put the water glass. The hand paused slightly, and then put down the water cup with an expressionless face, and sat down on the futon like an old monk.

"Did I throw up?" asked in a sullen voice from the bed.

"What do you say?" the tone was light and cold, without any expression.

There was no sound in the bed for a long time. And Yueming didn't speak. The candle flame on the table flickered silently and jumped.

"You can go back to your tent. After a long time, there was a muffled voice behind him.

Yueming got up and walked towards the outside of the tent.

After hearing the sound of Yueming lifting the curtain, Yaoling exposed her head from the quilt and let out a long breath.

This time it was ugly, and I was drunk. Stretching out one hand and tugging at the other sleeve, I remember that I wore a pink dress when I danced last night, and now it is a goose yellow dress.

Helping Bayin to calm down Molong's civil strife, Bayin tried his best to invite the two of them to live in the royal tent, but was rejected by Yueming, who liked to be quiet, so Bayin ordered someone to set up a tent for the two of them on the grass away from the herdsmen and the royal family, and sent a few servants to wait.

"Someone. She whispered to the outside of the tent,

A woman dressed in a desert dragon maid's costume bent down and walked in from outside the door.

"What time is it?" she asked the maid softly.

"Well, the sun has set, and it's time for the sheep to rest. The maid replied softly.

Yaoling knew what she meant by the fact that it was just dark. Molong people always speak with a sense of poetry, but it doesn't make people feel sour, and Yaoling always likes to listen.

"Did I vomit a lot yesterday?" she asked, seemingly casually.

The maid smiled and said briskly to Yaoling:

"The most expensive princess guest, you vomited a lot, but fortunately, the prince guest took care of you, and you fell asleep peacefully. But you can vomit on him. The maid replied respectfully.

He put his hand on his forehead, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in, but the stinky moon loved to be clean, but he was vomited by himself. She was a little speechless, trying to remember what had happened when she was drunk, but all she could remember was the images before she got drunk, and she couldn't remember when she had returned to the tent.

Then a maid came in outside the door, holding a fine plate in her hand, and a small and delicate bowl was steaming from it.

"Honorable princess guest, this is the porridge that the prince's guest has made for you with his own hands, and he has instructed you to drink it slowly. After taking the porridge, a faint fragrance rushed to her face, and Yaoling's stomach growled uncontrollably.

When she filled the spoon and opened her mouth to drink, the maid reminded, "If you drink slowly, your stomach will be uncomfortable if you drink too fast." ”

There was a shallow warmth in his heart, "Is that the prince's guest right?" he took a sip and asked.

"Yes. The maid replied.

After drinking the porridge, Yaoling felt that her stomach was much more comfortable, and she was not as dizzy as Fang Cai.

Getting up, she walked out of the tent, at this time there was a thin moon hanging obliquely in the sky, turned her head to look at the moonlight's tent with the lights on, hesitated for a moment, she walked lightly towards the moonlight's tent, listened to it for a while at the door, and was a little embarrassed to go in. (To be continued......)