Jingluan's throat moved, and he stopped talking.

Puya restrained her agile dance steps, fixed herself and walked in front of her lover, the cruel look that flashed in her eyes was long gone, and she transformed into the most tender lover in the world in a moment: "Beloved." Her voice was soft and full of love, and she raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek, tilting her head, "Isn't it, what do you want to say?" "There has always been some spirit between Jingluan and Puya, and his hesitation can't hide her.

Sensing the warm soothing of the woman's cool jade fingers on her face, Jingluan's heart suddenly throbbed slightly. He steadied his mind and turned his eyes to look at the queen in front of him: "Most of them are old people and children. This sentence revealed his heart, and he added, "I heard that there is a famine in the borderline countries, but I am the only one in Linchang who is blessed by heaven and has enough water and rice." These exiles thought that they could not bear the torture, so they went into exile here. "In the end, I can't take it seriously, thinking of this, Jingluan wants to laugh for some reason.

Of course, Pu Ya knew what he was thinking, and his slender jade fingers had already touched his cheeks and touched the slightly converging inky eyebrows: "Can't you bear it?" The voice was like a mosquito whisper, and the pity in her rippling eyes was even greater, "I can't bear them to be killed." "Sure.

Jingluan seems to have lost the middle tone with the Puya rain. With a patience of love, he turned his head sideways, and then broke away from the comfort of the queen's jade fingers: "It's not unbearable." Later, he turned his eyes back again, and his voice became lighter and lighter, making people feel inconsistent, "It's the kindness in the bones and blood that has been with the queen for the past two years, and the day by day is better...... It's moving away from me, farther and farther away, farther and farther away. At the end, the voice suddenly seemed a little salty, maybe a little bitter, and I don't know if it was just an illusion.

The moment Puya's palm left Jingluan's cheek, he suddenly felt a deficit, and this deficit extended all the way to the bottom of his heart, gradually turning into an inexplicable melancholy inside. She paused, and her gaze froze between his eyebrows: "Since you don't want them to die, then...... Gather them together first, and then they will discuss. His voice was solemn, and he turned and went upstairs.

At this moment, I don't know what kind of trick I am, Jing Luan raised her hand and grabbed her girdle dancing in the breeze and rain from behind her. Puya's whole person leaned back with a sense of inertia, and her body was taken into her arms by Jingluan.

I don't know where it was, or whose fingers touched the sensitive part of her chest, and Puya's breathing suddenly became short.

The most unbearable thing is that the queen's weak-like love tide floats, Pu Ya is like this, and there is already a throbbing and lingering Jingluan, who also feels like fire inside.

The two of them were already close to each other, and she was lying in his arms, her body soft and graceful. He galloped with the sudden rise of love, grabbed her soft lips with his chin head, and violently probed into it with his spiritual tongue, and then knocked her row of broken jade and silver teeth against the teeth and sucked them as hard as he could.

The wind and sand are intersected with a rare light rain, and the two of them hugged and kissed each other selflessly and passionately in the wind and rain.

This short and passionate kiss is not a punitive thing, nor is it completely filled with love and affection, but it is a bit of an inner vent that cannot be spoken and can only be silent. It didn't last long, and just when he was about to feel his throat suffocate and his chest swell, Puya raised his hand and pushed his lover away: "Hey." He put a wisp of orchid on his lips and sneered, "What a wrongdoer!" Even though they have long been intimate, her good-looking face still has a faint red tide at this moment. She didn't delay any longer, this time she really left Jingluan, turned around and went to the castle tower.

Jingluan didn't keep his beautiful lover this time, but just stood quietly and watched her go upstairs. When this graceful figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, the smile on his face suddenly began to stiffen, and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only solemn and even murderous!

The twilight rain will not stop, and the white sun washed by the desert wind and sand between the canopy seems to have never dissipated, and at this moment it completely drifted out from behind the dark clouds that had obscured half of the body, and tried its best to shine the light and heat that it had stored in the body for a long time.

The distant stretches of sand dunes were infected with the sun's afterglow, and the shimmering waves emitted golden and red clouds of fire, like a piece of gold that had been set on fire. The stretch of fine sand is vast and vast, and it is smooth like a piece of silk of infinite length under the sun.

There is a golden floating light reflected on Xiao Jingluan's elegant, handsome, white and delicate face that belongs to the man of the Han family, the sun is setting, the desert dissolves gold, and at this moment, this man is suddenly set off with a different taste that seems to be very lonely.

He reached out on his sleeve, took out a tube of jade flute and put it to his lips, closed his eyes with deep connotations, and slowly played a "Flat Sand Falling Geese" between the flow of air.

The music of the Han family style bone, the fusion of the desert west of the unique sense of loftiness and spaciousness, the two styles are extremely haode blended together, and then another kind of style that can not be copied is born. But Xiao Yin, which should be as ambitious as a wild goose and as vast and open as a desert, is wrapped in a lonely atmosphere at the moment......

Perhaps this is the mysterious liliang unique to the desert of Western Xinjiang, under the rolling yellow sand and the hovering wind, there are too many things hidden in the fate and outside the fate. It is the dazed helplessness of leaving home and withering physically and mentally, the wandering and sorrow of being alone in the world, and the helplessness and sadness of finding a way back and not having a way forward!

A worldly journey, a so-called unforgettable, entangled and woven past destined to be buried under the thick yellow sand, everything is in an orderly manner between the invisible void, how safe and vast is the lay-out walking......