"Come in. A cold and indifferent voice came from inside the tent.

When I walked into the tent, I saw that Yueming was drawing something on the low table with a pen on the palace lantern.

She pretended to be indifferent, and sat down to watch, only to see a tent with mountains, trees, pastures, and domes painted on the soft parchment rolls.

"You drew the Desert Dragon" There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, Yueming actually drew the map of the Desert Dragon.

A pair of lacquered eyes swept gently across her face.

For some reason, her face felt a little feverish.

"Well, that" his eyes involuntarily focused on the white robe, and he wanted to say something sorry. Yueming and Xiaofeng love cleanliness the most, and all the houses they live in and the items they use will be cleaned cleanly.

"Your clothes are washed, and they are left there. Yuemingtou continued to draw a map of the desert dragon. Along the way, he carefully observed the geographical environment and customs of Molong, and he remembered them. Recorded in a book. As for Yaoling's embarrassment at the moment, he seemed to be unaware.

Yaoling turned her head to the blanket on the side and saw the short pink dress she was wearing yesterday. It has been washed and folded neatly.

"Well, wasn't that bad for me yesterday. She asked in a low voice, I don't know what she did when she was drunk, this is the first time she has been drunk when she has grown so big.

"Well, it's terrible. Yueming still drew the map, and replied lightly.

His expression made Yaoling a little angry.

"Can you concentrate on talking to me?" she was angry and didn't have the previous ladylike image. On the contrary, he still looks confident.

Yueming put away the pen and looked up at her, a flash of light flashed in her eyes.

"Do you want me to tell you that you sing and dance when you're drunk, or do you want to tell me the secrets of your heart when you're drunk and lie in my arms?"

"What secrets do you and me?" Yao Ling had a trace of doubt on her face, what secrets did she have in her heart?

Yueming didn't answer her, a pair of clear eyes looked at her quietly, and gradually there was a trace of tenderness and love in those eyes.

For some reason, Yaoling felt a little weak.

"You don't have to say it. She hurriedly avoided those amorous and gentle eyes, and pretended to look down at the map on the table. The devil knows what he's said when he's drunk.

"Since you asked, why don't you want to know?" Yue Ming put away the affection that flashed in his eyes and asked indifferently, and his face returned to his usual plain and cold.

Yaoling looked up and saw him like this, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Compared to the tenderness and love he had just revealed, she would rather him look like this. I shouldn't have bothered him with drawing maps at all.

"Drunken words are nonsense. She mumbled to self-justification.

Putting away the pen, Yueming raised her eyes to look at her, then lowered her eyes to look at the map on the table, and responded with a salty voice: "It's not all nonsense." ”

Yaoling was stunned and wanted to ask what she was talking about. But after all, I didn't dare to ask any more.

"Tomorrow, can we leave for Yongguan? After a pause, she digressed from the subject. I was going to leave today. but he was drunk and fell asleep.

"Hmm," Yueming put away the map she had drawn, picked up a paper tube from the side and put it in. Only then did Yao Ling see that his baggage had been packed neatly. You can leave at any time tomorrow.

"My things haven't been packed yet. She whispered.

"I've ordered someone to pack it up for you, just leave tomorrow. Yueming said to Yao Ling while tidying up her desk: "Today, Bayin came over and said that the old king of Molong was physically and mentally exhausted after this incident and handed over all the things of Molong to him, and next month he is going to send someone to Dalong to continue to mention the marriage." ”

"Fan Jun has been gone for half a month, I don't know if you have arrived in Yongguan?" Yaoling asked softly, and there was a wisp of lovesickness in her eyes in her tone, I have been away for so long, I don't know if Xiaofeng is good?

The jade hand that had sorted out the desk paused slightly, and a touch of pain quietly passed through Yueming's eyes, fleeting.

"It will take half a month for Fan Jun to reach Yongguan. After packing up the pen and ink, he turned his eyes to look at the lamps and candles on the table, and gently answered Yaoling's question, since he joined Yaoling, he ordered Fan Jun to go to Yongguan to report his safety to Fengzhao.

"This is the end of the war between the Kingdom of Ji and the Great Dragon?" Yao Ling muttered to herself.

When he pacified the civil strife in Molong for Bayin, he knew that the purpose of this time the Ji Kingdom and Bodu attacking Dalong was actually for food. As for the detailed process of how the grain was obtained by the people of Jiguo, it is not clear, but it is certain that the grain has reached the hands of the people of Jiguo.

"Wouldn't that be better?" When she said this, Yueming's beautiful eyes looked at Yaoling, and there was some faint relief in her eyes. Yaoling has a kind heart, once Ji Rujin is defeated, I am afraid that Yaoling will not be able to imagine the ending.

Yaoling met his eyes, and knew in her heart what Yue Ming meant when she said this, if the war stopped, then she would no longer be embarrassed by Fengzhao and Thistle Rujin.

"This time, it was because of you that Ji Rujin did not interfere in the war of the Eight Tones to recover the Desert Dragon. Yue Ming said lightly as if he was inadvertent.

And when Yaoling heard this sentence again, she had a stunned look on her face.

The civil strife in Molong was caused by thistle, but when the civil strife was quelled, the country of Ji did not send a single soldier to help Bodu.

"I think that Ji Rujin is also a temperamental person, and he and Yue Ning have won or lost. The faint words floated into Yaoling's ears, but Yaoling's heart was a little uncomfortable.

Seeing the indescribable complexity in her eyes, Yue Ming sighed lightly, "Yue Ning is determined to be in the world, and Ji Rujin gave up Molong for you." One can imagine how he will end. ”

Yao Ling understands this sentence, although she looks innocent and naughty as if she is ignorant of the world, in fact, she is very smart, all people and things are very clear in her heart.

Bodu is known as the steppe wolf not for nothing, he is good at fighting and brave, if Ji Rujin is willing to send someone to help him, then the end of the desert dragon is unpredictable. However, Ji Rujin gave up Bodu, which means that Ji Rujin gave up the last chance to unite with Molong.

"In the current world, the Three Kingdoms of Jiangnan and Molong all belong to Dalong. How much power can a Ji country have to compete with such a powerful country?" Yue Ming continued to say in his usual soft voice.

Yaoling was silent for a long time, she didn't have to think about the ending of Ji Rujin It was already very clear, Ji Rujin gave up cooperation with Molong for her, but she would not obstruct Feng Zhao's ambition for Ji Rujin, Feng Zhao has the world in mind, then she will do her best to help Feng Zhao realize his ambition.

Putting aside the shallow apology for Ji Rujin in her heart, she asked Yueming: "You said that if you lose military rations, what kind of punishment will you receive?"

"Every country has very strict laws on military rations, and the loss of military rations is punishable by disgrace at least and capital punishment at worst. Yueming replied.

Yaoling pondered for a while and then asked, "I wonder how the people of the Ji Kingdom took away those grains from Xiaofeng's hands?"

At this moment, she was full of doubts, with the ability of the wind to shine, even ten thistles could not take a grain from his hands.

"There is a great drought in the country of thistle, the people are starving to death from time to time, and the three kingdoms of Dalong and Jiangnan strictly prohibit the sale of grain, which is undoubtedly worse for thistle Rujin. In order to obtain food, thistle Rujin can be said to be painstaking. When people are in desperate situations, what they do and think is often beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The grain of the 100,000-strong army was robbed, and everything from Qin Yuan, Yuening, and down to Fenghe would be punished. Yue Ning's expression was calm and stable as she spoke.

Yaoling wanted to say something, but Yueming got up and walked towards the door, "Let's go out and see the night view of this grassland." You don't have to think about those things, Feng He is the eldest son of the emperor and the general who escorts the military rations, and he must be mainly responsible. With the emperor's ability, he can handle this matter properly. It will definitely not be blamed on Yuening and Qin Yuan. There is a kind of clarity in the shallow words.

Yao Ling got up and followed as she listened.

The two of them walked out of the tent door, and a fresh smell of the grassland rushed into their noses with a faint coolness, and at the same time they took a deep breath, and they both looked up at the moon in the middle of the sky.

It has been more than two months since I left the imperial capital, the grassland in August is a little cold, there are not many stars hanging on the silent blue night, and the silver moon looks at the earthly world silently, and it is quiet and far away. A gentle breeze blew, blowing their clothes dancing and flying in the night, and silver light sprinkled on their faces, adding a bit of dreamlike color.

Walking quietly on the boundless grassland, the two of them both slowed their steps, for fear of disturbing the quiet and deep of this moonlit night.

Taking out the white jade flute, Yue Ning blew it gently, and the flute sound was ethereal and clear in the cold night.

Yaoling stood quietly behind him, listening attentively, tomorrow she was going to leave this vast and boundless grassland, although she didn't live for long, but she still liked the people here and the boundless expanse.

It's a little sad for no reason, as if only this sad mood can match this beautiful and quiet night. (To be continued......)