Lin Xi couldn't get anything out of Qingjiujiu, and he didn't look like her.

So she is not the person in His Highness's heart.

He hummed a song quietly, got out of the camp of Qingjiujiu, and went back to Meng Jiu'an.

The acacia tune was not a complicated tune, he hummed it catchily, and the army was stationed in a huge valley.

There is a full moon hanging above it.

It's round, it's bright.

The curtain of the main account was lifted, and Lin Xi glanced at the person who was nesting in the main seat, holding his forehead with one hand and seemed to be asleep.

There were a few empty bottles scattered around.

I heard the eagle guards say that His Highness has to sleep by wine.

Fang just sang a song and coaxed him to drink a few glasses, and then he went to see the Qingjiujiu.

When I came back, I didn't think that His Highness was really asleep.

Lin Xi walked over lightly, he knelt on the ground, straightened up, and dared to touch Meng Jiu'an's eyelashes.

His Royal Highness really has a good skin, even if everyone thinks he is full of evil spirit and thinks he is fierce.

But Lin Xi felt that this person who pulled him out of the swamp was good-looking no matter how he looked at it.

It's all top-notch.

Maybe it was too much of a distraction, his fingertips trembled for a moment, thinking that he would poke Meng Jiu'an's eyelids and wake him up, Lin Xi's heart trembled.

He was about to retreat, but someone grabbed his wrist.

Those beautiful eyes had opened and were staring at him.

Under the dim candlelight, only his own shadow was reflected.

When Lin Xi came in, he extinguished a few of the bright candles at the door, leaving only the two that happened to be visible, swaying, casting their shadows on the wall.

Seeing that Meng Jiu'an just stared at him without speaking, he didn't move.

Lin Xi was bold, leaned back and leaned closer, almost pressing his body against Meng Jiu'an, his lips almost kissed him.

If you leave, you will breathe like an orchid.

It's just that when he was an inch away, he was pressed in the face by Meng Jiu'an with one hand.

Rough fingertips pressed against his lips.

Those eyes were originally sleepy, but the lights were too hazy, and the person in front of him laughed, like the person in a dream.

He slowly swept his fingertips across Lin Xi's eyebrows, his eyelashes, his reddened lips, and finally stopped at the pear vortex at the corner of his lips.

Lin Xi's heart trembled slightly, this was the closest Meng Jiu'an had ever been to him, and it was also the most gentle look he had ever seen.

Wine is really a good thing.

In the past, I just came to see him and let him sing.

Meng Jiu'an propped up the back of the chair, he raised his body, and printed his lips with this caressing movement.

"Warm." Meng Jiu'an muttered, "Is that you?" ”

He asked, but he didn't seem to need to answer, biting the corner of Lin Xi's lips, barely using any strength.

It doesn't hurt at all.

Lin Xi opened his lips, his heartbeat was so fast, he knelt to accept Meng Jiu'an's kiss, but he was almost unstable on his knees, and his waist was soft.

"Temple..... Your Highness. ”

Lin Xi hugged Meng Jiu'an's neck and wanted to embed himself in Meng Jiu'an's arms.

But at that moment, Meng Jiu'an opened his eyes, and the drunkenness and confusion in them disappeared almost instantly.

He pushed hard, and Lin Xi's whole body lay on the ground, and the corner of his forehead even hit the table leg, and he instantly turned red.

"Your Highness—" Lin Xi got up in a panic, wanting to grab Meng Jiu'an's robe.

Meng Jiu'an pinched his eyebrows, he woke up completely, and looked at the person on the ground: "Don't take it as an example." ”

The breath is cold.

"I—I know." Lin Xi knelt on the ground anxiously: "Does Your Highness still listen to the music?" ”

Although he didn't dare to disobey Meng Jiu'an, he was dissatisfied in his heart.

Some people have died, even if His Highness still has some emotions now, but sooner or later, sooner or later, sooner or later, he will let His Highness only have himself in his heart.

"You went to see her, what did you see?"

Lin Xi was still kneeling, looking up at Meng Jiu'an's expression, and then said, "She said..... The person who sang this tune is dead, not like a fake. ”

After all, when Qingjiu was lying on the table at that time, the sadness in his eyes couldn't deceive people.

The one named Xie Shi should be dead, yes.

Lin Xi thought that hearing this, Meng Jiu'an's mood might rise and fall again.

But he's ready.

To be dead is to be dead, Your Highness had better recognize this reality as soon as possible, some people are dead, but there are always living people in front of them.

Your Highness just can't forget it now, it's just that there is not enough time.

Sooner or later, the dead man will not be able to leave even a trace on him.

Meng Jiuan pinched his eyebrows again, he casually picked up the wine bottle in front of him, raised his head and poured it.

Then he threw the bottle to the ground.

Asunder.

He always felt that Xie Shi was not dead, and he always felt that Qingjiujiu could know something.

But when he arrived in the northwest, no matter how many people he sent, all of them came back to report that Xie Shi was dead.

It's even more ridiculous today.

The people who came and went said that they could not find Xie Shi's grave.

Why can't I find it?

Shouldn't all people be buried in the ground when they die?

The people in their Medicine King Valley boast of having a good relationship, isn't Xie Shi depressed because of Xu Bai's death?

Why didn't he have a tombstone erected at all?

Why?

Then where is he going to look for it, and can't he find the dead body?

'Bang! ’

Meng Jiu'an dropped another wine bottle, and the fragments splashed on the back of Lin Xi's hand, and immediately a scratch appeared.

Blood scorched out.

Meng Jiu'an saw it, and he beckoned: "Come here." ”

Lin Xi knelt on the ground, moved his knees, and raised his hand in front of Meng Jiu'an.

The hand was carefully lifted, and the handkerchief was carefully brushed over the wound.

Meng Jiu'an's expression changed again, he wiped the blood foam off little by little, and he didn't know where to find the medicine, and wiped it on Lin Xi's hand, it was cool.

"Your Highness......"

"Does it hurt?" Meng Jiu'an raised his hand and put it on his lips, which looked like a kiss: "Won't it hurt?" ”

- Not too long ago, he beat a man to the point where he was covered in blood and had no place to move his limbs.

As he lay on the ground, he looked at him with hatred and said, "You are cruel. ”

Broken bones all over his body, but still kept him conscious.

The world is hell.

Meng Jiu'an also held his hand at that time and asked him, "Will it hurt very much?" ”

But the hand in the palm of the hand, there was no strength at all, it hung down softly, and the touch made the man feel painful.

"It doesn't hurt, what His Highness gave me, everything is good." Lin Xi looked at him eagerly.

Maybe it's not the answer you want, maybe the timbre of the person in front of you is really not painful.

Meng Jiu'an let go of his hand and leaned back in the chair: "It's damned if it's injured like that." ”

Before Lin Xi could say anything, he heard Meng Jiu'an raise his voice again: "Spread the flying eagle here!" ”