Mo Yan handed over the water bag, and Wen Ye drank happily, she always felt thirsty since she had been dehydrated in the desert. Wen Jian saw her, but there was nothing wrong with her body, most of it was her mental perception. Wen Ye knew that it was not a matter of time if her body was fine, she had enough obsessions in her heart, and now she was not bad.

"Do you want to listen to music?"

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth bent to look at Wen Ye, these words were too sudden, and Wen Ye almost squirted out the water in his mouth.

"My mother taught me, she said, let me sing to the woman I like in the future."

Mo Yan immediately loosened his throat, he hadn't opened his throat for many years, and he was a little nervous for a while.

"Okay."

Wen Ye lowered her eyes, her veil could not hide her shyness, Mo Yan gently hugged her shoulders, let her lean on herself, lightly opened her thin lips, and the melodious singing echoed in the pine forest.

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then the country......"

The sunset on the mountain faded the last glimmer of light, and the evening breeze blew by, and Mo Yan raised her hand to gently pull her sideburns behind her ears.

"Little lazy cat, it's time for us to go back."

Wen Ye slowly opened his eyes, and he was not only Mo Yan's handsome face, deep eyes, high nose, raised corners of his mouth, and white hair blown by the wind, he was simply an immortal who fell into the mortal dust.

"What's the matter, it's dark here, but there are wolves."

Mo Yan smiled and tapped the tip of her nose, Wen Ye quickly sat up, and subconsciously wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Why did I fall asleep?"

"You didn't sleep well last night, and you woke up early today."

Mo Yan stretched her slightly sore shoulders, she usually didn't feel how heavy she was, and she still had some weight when she was asleep.

"How do you know my ......?"

Wen Ye stopped talking, blushing for a while, he lived with himself, the two of them were only separated by a screen, and he naturally knew what was going on in the house.

"I'll carry you back."

"No ......"

Before Wen Ye could finish speaking, Mo Yan had already tied his coat around her waist, the long hem of which just wrapped around her legs and feet, and then leaned down to carry her back.

"Gollum!"

Wen Ye's stomach kept screaming, she buried her face deeply in his shoulder, she was really embarrassed today.

"Hungry?"

Mo Yan unconsciously quickened her pace, she ate some porridge and water in the morning and went out, she must be hungry after a day of tossing.

"Well, you're hungry too, you should wake me up."

Wen Ye muttered in his ear, blaming himself in his heart, he deliberately sang a song for himself and actually fell asleep, and leaned on his shoulder for a whole afternoon.

"Those who practice martial arts, it's okay to open the valley for a few days."

Mo Yanyan raised her eyebrows, she was caring about herself, she was really gentle and virtuous, and she was empathetic. Mo Yan carried Wen Ye through the hidden pine forest, and soon saw a carriage parked on the side of the mountain road.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wanzhao saw Wen Ye being carried out of the forest by Mo Yan, and immediately became nervous.

"I'm fine, why are you here?"

Wen Ye was embarrassed, she just had blisters on the soles of her feet, Mo Yan's posture was indeed easy to misunderstand.

"O Oteng's message, it's smart!"

Wanzhao replied excitedly, but Wen Ye was confused, and she tried to find the person "Aoteng" in her mind.

"Optane?"

Mo Yan put Wen Ye firmly on the carriage, raised his eyes and looked at the evening photos with his eyebrows fluttering, feeling quite helpless.

"Optane is the name of my golden eagle."

Wen Ye nodded in enlightenment, then pulled Mo Yan's sleeve and asked curiously.

"Mo Lang's horse, does it have a name?"

"Scene."

Mo Yan smiled faintly, it seems that Lao Li took her around the Hou Mansion very carefully, and she was indeed familiar with her own family, and she looked like a little lady of the Hou Mansion.

"Chasing the sun, a good name, the name given by Mo Lang

Sounds good!"

Wanzhao helped Wen Ye into the carriage, and Mo Yan immediately followed.

"Mo Lang, does that nest of rabbits in the backyard have a name?"

"Rabbit?"

Mo Yan frowned and thought, when did he raise rabbits, why can't he remember?

"It's a pair of gray-haired rabbits, I have already laid a litter of rabbits before I came to Liangzhou, very cute!"

Wen Ye was excited after speaking, and lifted the curtain and replied excitedly.

"yes, I like it too!"

The two talked happily with joy in their eyes, and the Kun guards who were driving the car seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and their expressions were so faint that they didn't say much.

Mo Yan sat in the carriage and smiled bitterly, it turned out to be a pair of gray-haired rabbits brought back from hunting in Jingshan that day, thinking that they would be released back to the mountains and forests after recovering from their injuries, and then they were busy with Wen Ye's family affairs and forgot about it for a while, and they actually gave birth to cubs while living in the Hou Mansion, and the progress of this team of rabbits was much faster than them.

In a courtyard in Shuofang Village, Wen Jian stopped Bixiao, who was busy before and after, and took her to the backyard for dinner with a dead face.

"Take a break from the heroine, this thing can't be done. As the saying goes, ask for three meals a day, and one night at night, you ......."

"Eat without sleeping, eat."

Bi Xiao raised his hand and stuffed half of the steamed bun into his mouth, Wen Jian took it in his hand and took a bite with a smile.

"You eat first, I'll bring you a soup on the stove."

Bi Xiao picked up a chicken leg and took a bite, it was smooth and tender, it tasted good, the ingredients in the border area were limited, and he really didn't bother thinking about it these days.

"Sister Bixiao, Second Prince Wen has opened a small stove for you again?"

Xiaochun smelled the smell and came to see Bixiao enjoying the delicious food from a distance, so he couldn't help but lean over.

"Xiaochun, come and eat together?"

Bi Xiao had already seen Xiaochun and knew that she was more greedy than Wan Zhao, so she beckoned her to come over.

"Okay."

Xiaochun wanted to refuse, but he couldn't resist the temptation of chicken legs, so he hesitated and sat down.

"Here comes the soup! I've been boiling this soup for a long time, Xiaochun is here, I'll go get a pair of dishes and chopsticks."

Wen Jian walked over with a pot of fragrant pork bones, and Xiaochun giggled at him, apologizing to Wen Jian.

"Don't be busy, my chopsticks are useless."

Bi Xiao grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the table with a little force, then let go of his hand, and Wen Jian sat on the chair and stool.

"You're done? So fast? Have you eaten the chicken thighs?"

Wen Jian rubbed his buttocks, didn't care about crying out in pain, raised his hand to hold the soup and asked.

"Eat."

Bi Xiao pointed to the chicken bone on the table, took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped his mouth, and got up to leave.

"Finish the pork bone broth."

A bowl of fragrant pork bone soup was pushed in front of her, Bixiao's expression dimmed, it was chicken thighs and pork bone soup, and there was steamed fish yesterday, this is a year's oil and water for a family in Shuofang Village, did he come to the desert to experience the suffering of the people?

"There is meat and fish, the second son of Wen is really exquisite."

Wen Jian didn't hear the sarcasm in his words, or he heard it completely, just pretending to be stupid in front of her.

"I'm okay, it's all ordinary food, not as fine as the third sister."

Bi Xiao frowned slightly, Wen Ye's diet and daily life are naturally not as good as others, Emperor Yan specially explained that he would serve Wen Ye with the treatment of the eldest princess, and any good things would not be too much to use on her.

"The goods I brought to the desert this time were taken from the Wen family, and now they are all lost there, and the second son of the Wen family doesn't know how distressed."

Bixiao's words this time can be described as full of gunpowder, and Wen Jian is no longer good at pretending to be deaf and dumb.

"Anyway, the goods are fake, so don't do it."

After Xiaochun finished speaking, he took a bite of the chicken leg fiercely, and said that it was not an exaggeration to say that eating people had a short mouth.

"The goods purchased with real money will be deducted from you."

Bixiao is extremely angry, a chicken leg was bought, Xiaochun is not as good as the evening lighting affairs. As soon as I met the young lady,

That's really going to be argued with. Xiaochun swallowed the chicken in his mouth, and reached out to take another one without heart, and his backhand was a big mouthful.

"No, Miss still has to save me a dowry!"

Bi Xiao turned her head and glared at her, she hadn't taken the time to manage her subordinates in the past few days, and now she was becoming more and more pampered and arrogant. Xiaochun made frequent mistakes, Ming'er never saw anyone, so the Kun guards were left to do their duty, and there was a shadow guard who was sent to Yanzhizhou when he was in Youzhou, and there has been no news in recent days, which is really worrying.

"Well, I'll go see if Ming'er has eaten."

Xiaochun saw that this was not good, and quickly found an excuse to take the opportunity to run out of the backyard.

"Don't tell Miss about the stone grease."

Bi Xiao didn't believe in his personality very much, and just came back and informed the people who entered the desert, Bi Xiao also specially told him this time to let him cause less trouble.

"Isn't it a matter of divine confession? Sooner or later, she would have known, so why hide it?"

Wen Jian was puzzled, and hurriedly swallowed the food in her mouth, Bi Xiao didn't know when she had drunk the bone broth, Wen Jian raised her hand and served another bowl for her, she replied while drinking the soup.

"The Holy Lord has handed over this matter to the little marquis, so it is inconvenient for the Banshan Pavilion to interfere."

Wen Jian was just about to ask the reason, but Bi Xiao came over with a sharp look.

"You are not allowed to ask any more questions."

Wen Jian had never been indifferent to these news, but Bi Xiao's distrust on his face made him feel very hurt, and he couldn't help but open his mouth without defending himself.

"I know you think I'm not strict with my mouth, last time you left suddenly and got hurt, I was too worried so I found the third sister."

"I promise you that I will tell you when I go far away in the future, but the fewer people who know about this matter, the better, if I say it, I will harm you."

Bi Xiao's expression was serious, Wen Jian nodded and agreed, he really didn't cook this meal in vain.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a woman in green clothes waved a long sword, and the shadow gradually lengthened until it disappeared completely. She brushed the sweat off her cheeks with her backhand, pulled the neckline around her neck to relieve the heat, and suddenly she felt a lightness on her body, and sat on the man's lap in the next second.

"Zhao'er ......"

The familiar and deep voice made Wanzhao immediately recognize the person, and the only thing that could get close to her silently was the clear sky.

"I miss you."

Clear Sky squeezed his head into her arms, his arms tightened, and he hugged very hard. Wanzhao saw that he was not in the right mood, and let him hold him, his eyes full of worry.

"Have you drunk?"

"Hmm."

The hoarse voice showed that something was wrong with him Wanzhao sighed softly, raised his hand and stroked his back, a little, which also made Qingtian feel very comfortable and reassured.

"The head of the family is also thinking about you, and it's normal that the conversation doesn't go well this time."

Wanzhao knew that he had returned to Xiang's house today, and he had already expected that the marriage between the two would not go too well, but Qingtian said the opposite.

"It's going well, it's going very well!"

Wanzhao coaxed him for a long time to persuade Qingtian to return to the house, took out the sobering pill and fed him to eat.

"Don't leave me......

"I'm not leaving, I'm with you."

Wanzhao didn't ask any more questions, quietly took Qingtian's hand, and lay on the side of the bed to accompany him until dawn.