The words of a talented and beautiful woman are the favorite of girls in the boudoir, but they may not be able to get the favor of men, but Duan Jinrui is an exception, he not only reads, but also looks carefully, slowly figuring it out, and wants to study something, but unfortunately, in the end, he didn't think that the things written in those books were of any practical use, so he also put them down, but he didn't expect Hu Heng to return them to him here.

"No, I love it!"

I was surprised to find a delicately carved wood-chip bookmark sandwiched between a dozen pages of the book, and what I was jokingly holding suddenly had some weight.

"Fang Cai is joking with you, I really like to read such legendary scripts, you can rest in peace!"

Seeing that Duan Jinrui still looked disbelieving, Liu Moyan narrowed his eyes, but he still couldn't hide the clear brilliance in it.

“……“

wanted to say that Liu Moyan should not indulge in such a demoralizing thing, but because of the brilliance in the eyes of the person in front of him, Duan Jinrui closed his mouth, didn't say anything, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

After Duan Jinrui closed his eyes, his long eyelashes formed a dim shadow under his eyelids, taking advantage of the extraordinarily pale face, which seemed to be more transparent and fragile, Liu Moyan dragged a blanket from the side and carefully covered the man's body.

Silent chuckling, he didn't know where the end was, but he just had to follow the man, and the booklet in his hand was unfolded, and he flipped through it carefully.

There is nothing unusual about the content of the book, that is, a young lady met a mountain bandit on the way to incense, and was accidentally rescued by a scholar from a poor family, and the following is that the scholar helped the young lady to avoid the mountain bandits, and went home to deliver a letter, the hero saved the beauty, the talented and beautiful, that is, the two people's family backgrounds did not match, the young lady insisted on marrying the scholar, was kicked out of the house, and the young lady followed the scholar after a series of tribulations, the scholar was in high school, and then looking back, it was a fate.

It's a very vulgar story, there is no surprising plot, but Liu Moyan is really fascinated, Duan Jinrui and him confessed to the former acquaintance he had forgotten, to be honest, he was a mustard at first, but later he was lucky, fortunately, the person Duan Jinrui met was him, if he was a scholar from a poor family, then Duan Jinrui, maybe he was the young lady from a wealthy family, such a metaphor is nondescript, but Liu Moyan was stupid for a while, stunned.

Dressed in white, a book, slender white fingers pressed between the ink, quiet and peaceful, intoxicating, but, more attractive than the posture, but it was the person, hanging his head low, under the bridge of Xiu*'s nose is slightly pursed lips, with a light crimson on the lip flap, with the joys, sorrows and sorrows in the book, from time to time hooked up and falling, rippling out pieces of patterned lines.

Duan Jinrui's eyes didn't know when they opened quietly, and inside, there was a faint dark color, no ripples, no turmoil, just staring at that person quietly, as if it had become his life.

Neither of them spoke, such a quiet and peaceful solitude, maybe after a moment there would be a moment less, no one had any intention of waking up, perhaps, this is also their unique tacit understanding.

Hu Heng drove the carriage, followed the guards to walk on the path, the difference between the road and the official road, in addition to the restrictions on the identity of the people walking on the official road, is that the path is not as smooth as the official road, the road has always been full of dirt and some stones or something, compared to the official road has loess paving, when encountering the prince of heaven or an angel and the like, it is necessary to sprinkle the road with fine water.

Duan Jinrui's identity is there, and he walks on the official road in the past days, that is, sometimes he has to sleep openly, and he has always taken a good road, where it is like now, the more he goes, the more he goes, the more he walks, the more he wanders.

The car was covered with thick cushions, which alleviated more than half of the shock, but Duan Jinrui was injured, and the most taboo thing was to move and hurry, Hu Heng was very careful to avoid those obviously unstable places, Duan Jinrui was still pale because of the shaking of the carriage, he didn't say a word, but Liu Moyan was not a clay man who didn't feel it, he came back to his senses as soon as possible, threw the booklet to the corner of the carriage casually, and half-knelt beside Duan Jinrui, wanting to help him but couldn't start.

Hu Heng has done his best to drive, they are now concealing their identities, Liu Moyan has no way to change the road to an official road, the more Duan Jinrui is silent, the more worried he is, and he does not let go of holding the man's hand, and in the middle of another clang, Liu Moyan directly took the man's body, ignoring Duan Jinrui's stunned and then depressed expression, and hugged him in his arms.

Liu Moyan's body is not softer than those soft cushions, but his internal strength is high, his lower plate is stable, and he sits on the carriage swaying from side to side, and he is stunned without shaking and skewed, as if he has taken root.

Duan Jinrui's snort was filled with the smell of another man for a while, with the fragrance of some soaphorns, with the smell of sweat stains, smelling carefully, and even with a trace of blood that had penetrated into the bone marrow, it was not a woman's sweet and elegant fragrance, but it was better than everything in the world, and the man who wanted to get out of Liu Moyan's arms and felt that this posture was embarrassing, finally acquiesced to Liu Moyan's strange protection of him.

The carriage traveled for a day and a night, stopping in a very narrow valley, Duan Jinrui was not energetic after being injured, and fell asleep halfway, Liu Moyan has always maintained a posture of wrapping his arms, holding the man carefully in his arms, his heart is extremely peaceful, and he does not have the slightest intention of wanting to let go because of the soreness and weakness of his arms.

Hu Heng opened the curtain of the car and saw the posture of the two people in the car, especially Duan Jinrui's appearance when he was sleeping peacefully in Liu Moyan's arms, but in the end, he knew their relationship and was well-informed in the general manager of the Prince's Mansion, who saluted Liu Moyan as no one, pulled down the curtain, pressed the direction of Fang Cai, and then went inside.

The gap between the curtain opening and falling is very short, but it is enough for Liu Moyan to see a lot of things, the narrow and curved entrance, the narrow and flat valley, such a terrain, easy to defend and difficult to attack, rare, but between Kyushu, easy to defend and difficult to attack the holy land of soldiers, better than here, Liu Moyan has seen a few places with his own eyes.

He cared about the long dragons of fire that lit up the valley in the dark night, the neatly arranged rows of armored soldiers, and the respectful glances they looked at as they faced the carriages.

He knew that Duan Jinrui had his own reliance, but he never knew that his reliance would be a real force, and he never thought that the man would let him know unabashedly, was it because of trust?

Liu Moyan lowered his head and looked at the man who seemed to be asleep deeply, and an unpredictable light flashed in his eyes.