Murong Feixing looked at Murong Feilan speechlessly, "Big brother, haven't you found the person you want to marry?" ”

"I've been looking for it," Murong Feilan said seriously, "It's a pity that fate hasn't arrived yet, and no one wants to marry me." ”

"Are you kidding?" Murong Feixing was speechless, and at this time, the autumn wind blew, and an extremely good smell floated from the tip of his nose.

This taste is unique among the Houliao people with a smell of beef and mutton, just like the snow lotus growing on the snowy region.

That's what his big brother tastes like.

To be honest, before coming to the south, Murong Feixing didn't know what it was, in his opinion, beef and mutton were not fat at all, and men had a little sweat smell at most, but so what, he was not a woman, what did he care about.

If you don't take a bath, you're a real snowy man!

Later, when I came to the Northern Wei Dynasty and the south, which had been separated from nomadism, I saw Ji Jiashu and other sons of the family, and found out that ...... The taste of the Houliao people is indeed different.

Especially those big-headed soldiers who don't eat fruits and vegetables at all, the smell on their bodies is really fishy.

At that time, he knew that because the Liao people of Later China took beef and mutton as their staple food, they rarely ate fruits and vegetables before trading with the former Qin, and they had to deal with livestock all day long, so they had a fishy smell on their bodies.

But when he returned from the south, Murong Feixing found that his eldest brother didn't have that kind of smell.

He used to think that his eldest brother used some kind of spice, but later he found out that his eldest brother was actually more fragrant than a woman like his eldest sister-in-law and second sister-in-law......

It stands to reason that his eldest brother would not use spices for himself and not give them to the women in the palace......

Later, he remembered from some performances at the family banquet for his eldest brother, and he probably seemed to have been a vegetarian since the beginning of trade between Houliao and the mainland.

Originally, Murong Feixing thought that smart people love vegetarianism, but later he couldn't help but catch his eldest brother and asked, only to find out that it was Murong Feilan who accidentally discovered that the monks on the snow field had no smell, and after consulting them, he learned that they had been eating vegetarian foods such as grass, so he returned to the palace and began to be vegetarian, and insisted on scrubbing his body with ice and snow every day.

Scrub your body with snow and ice on a cold snowfield...... Murong Feixing thought about it, and felt that this person was really a little weird.

What's even more weird is that he doesn't understand why his eldest brother did this, you must know that the Houliao people can't detect the smell on their bodies, let alone dislike it.

His eldest brother's habit began before he got married.

"Big brother," it was rare to have time with Murong Feilan to get along with the two of them, sniffing the smell of snow lotus on the tip of his nose, Murong Feixing couldn't help but ask, "No one dislikes the smell of you, why did you keep being a vegetarian before?" ”

If it were him, he wouldn't be able to stand it for a day.

Seven years have passed, and no one knows many things even if they say it, Murong Feilan smiled at him when he heard this, and said, "Because the eldest brother once thought that he was going to marry a girl from the south in the future." ”

He was afraid that she would not be used to such a smell and that he would stink, so he began to eat vegetarian food and bathe in snow water every day.

Murong Feixing's eyes widened.

Big brother had never mentioned this to him before!

Looking at his younger brother's round eyes, Murong Feilan smiled bitterly, feeling that he was also a little abnormal today, and he actually had the desire to talk for the first time in a long time.

Could it be because I saw the Qin people in front of the mountain road for a long time?

Thinking of the eyes that gave him a sense of familiarity behind the veil, Murong Feilan's eyes narrowed, probably because of his illusion.

"But then?" Seeing that Murong Feilan didn't speak, Murong Feixing shook his arm and asked.

There is a huge age difference between him and his eldest brother and second brother, and he only knows that his eldest brother has no real marriage, but he didn't expect that there would be such a charming past.

"Later?" Murong Feilan was stunned.

"Later, she died."

Murong Feixing was stunned when he heard this, Murong Feilan raised his head, looked at the ice and snow covered at the top of the cold mountain, and sighed slightly.

Later, she died.

He originally thought that a special woman like her, no matter who she married and who she was the princess, could live with such a bright and fresh attitude and continue to bring miracles one after another, but he didn't expect that all the stories came to an abrupt end in the clouds, so that he was not prepared at all.

There was really no preparation in the slightest.

In the autumn breeze, Murong Feilan's breathing was shallow, the fragrance of nothingness surrounded him, and the pain that had not faded for eight years also surrounded him, and the corners of Murong Feilan's mouth still had a decent smile, but Murong Feixing looked at it from the side, but his color changed a little.

Why does he feel that his brother, who has been wise since he was a child, has never been able to get anything he wants, and is full of joy and anger, actually seems to be crying?

This terrifying thought made Murong Feixing rub his eyes fiercely, and when he opened it, he found that he had really misseen it, and his eldest brother was obviously laughing.

"Big brother......" He couldn't help but call, but he saw Murong Feilan looking back at him and suddenly asked, "What kind of person is that Nanchu Chunhuajun?" ”

Murong Feixing was stunned for a moment, and the next moment his expression became serious, although he liked to tease that kid, he also knew that his eldest brother was the prince of a country, and he couldn't joke about this kind of evaluation.

"Chunhua," Murong Feixing said solemnly, "is the only true gentleman he has seen in so many years." ”

"Gentleman," repeating the word, Murong Feilan's eyes flashed, "Coincidentally, your eldest brother has only seen one true gentleman in his life." ”

And that gentleman spent nearly ten years plucking the most noble flower of their generation.

Murong Feixing was stunned, he knew that Murong Feilan had never seen Ji Jiashu before, and the gentleman he was talking about was naturally someone else.

The next moment, Murong Feilan's words almost shocked his jaw.

"Isn't the gentleman type very pleasing to girls?" Murong Feixing looked at his eldest brother holding his chin, staring at Ji Jiashu's back and said thoughtfully.

How does he know! He's not a gentleman!

Murong Feixing was speechless in his heart, but looking at his brother's somewhat strange gaze, his heart moved.

He felt that this eldest brother's calm and steady mood was a little abnormal now, and maybe it was a good time to talk to him.

To be honest, he felt that as the future king of Houliao, his eldest brother's harem was really empty, and he wished that his eldest brother would marry more women and have more sons, so that his father would not turn his mind to his youngest son.

Murong Feixing doesn't think that there is anything wrong with his eldest brother's body as a normal man, it's just that his vision is too high, his eldest brother is usually busy with state affairs and doesn't have time to find it, but he has time!

Remembering that Murong Feilan actually mentioned women for the first time just now, Murong Feixing made up his mind to ask his eldest brother's preference for women, so he mustered up the courage to ask, "Big brother, the woman you said before almost married you......

"Huh?" Murong Feilan's eyes looked over, and Murong Feixing's back was actually cold, but remembering his marriage that he was almost going to marry the Holy Daughter of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he still asked stubbornly.

"What kind of woman is that? Isn't it beautiful? ”

Murong Feixing found out that he asked the last question, and Murong Feilan's eyes obviously became dangerous. He was beating a drum in his heart, and he didn't feel that he had asked something wrong, after all, how could he not be beautiful and let his eldest brother never forget?

Just when Murong Feixing thought that Murong Feilan would not answer, the man who was looking into the distance in front of him suddenly spoke.

"The most special thing about her is not her looks, but if you ask me how I felt when I first saw her."

"She," Murong Feilan stared at the ice and snow on the distant mountain, "she has a little bit of beauty, and she has an incomprehensible beauty." ”

The Ballad of the Great Moon /book/63925/