The witch comes into my arms

Practicing swordsmanship is not a quiet thing. Even if a child dances with a stick, he can become a tiger and a tiger, let alone a practitioner?

The Ice Heart Sword Curse emphasizes speed and accuracy. The sound of the sword blade breaking through the air is not as chaotic as a dancing stick, nor is it as menacing. Instead, it is a bit quiet, like the surface of the lake in the twelfth lunar month, accompanied by a small sound, and ice condenses.

Xia Yuan watched for a while and didn't wait for the noise complaint from next door to come, so he knew that the matter was settled.

He returned to the house.

Han Yue was sitting on a chair by the window, reading a booklet, which was a passage from "The Desolate Classic" sent by Bi Xin.

On the grassland, the real "Desolate Scripture" has long been missing, and the versions circulated among various tribes are different, mixed with the understanding of each master.

This copy sent by Bi Xin is very different from the version in the Hanyue tribe.

She looked very seriously and did not notice Xia Yuan's approach.

The sky was getting dark and the light shining through the window was fading. Xia Yuan picked up the fire stick, flicked out the flame, and lit the candle.

The candlelight fluttered onto the page of the book, startling the sitting girl, who quickly stood up.

"Sister, please sit down." Xia Yuan held her shoulders.

"Where to make it."

Pushing Xia Yuan's hand away, Han Yue walked to the tea cabinet and made tea for him.

There were several plates of pastries in the cabinet, and Hanyue took out a plate of donkey rolls, which are bean flour rolls. The color of the donkey's rolling is like the dust raised by the donkey's rolling, and it tastes sticky and sweet.

Hanyue brought the snacks and tea to the table by the window.

The sound of sword dancing stopped, and Xiao Lengqiu stood in front of the window in the dusk, looking at the snacks and then at Xia Yuan, without speaking.

Xia Yuan pinched a piece of donkey and rolled it, stretched out the window and brought it to the girl's mouth.

The petite lips like peach petals opened and took the dim sum and Xia Yuan's fingers into their mouths.

Donkey Rolling is different from other snacks. It is too soft and loose. If you don't want it to fall to the ground, you have to swallow it whole.

The little queen swallowed a little longer, and Xia Yuan felt a thin fish swimming by his fingertips, taking away the bait and leaving behind a wet hook.

He tore another piece, and after the girl finished eating, she went back to practice her sword with satisfaction.

Hanyue took out her handkerchief and wiped Xia Yuan's fingers.

"Sister, take a bite too." He pinched a piece and handed it to Hanyue.

Hanyue was reserved and only bit one edge. After Xia Yuan let go, the snack broke off and fell on her chest.

The two towering mountains were covered with dust like the sky outside the window.

If it were Leng Qiu or Shu Fei, it would have fallen to the ground.

After picking up the cakes, Hanyue wiped her chest with a handkerchief, and the mountain was shaken for a while.

Xia Yuan felt thirsty and wanted to hold the girl in his arms, but thinking of his mother and concubine's prohibition, hugging her now would not only not stop the fire, but also add fuel to the fire.

He drank a cup of tea to distract himself.

"Where's the jar of yellow flower wine?" he asked.

Hanyue took out the wine, thinking that His Highness wanted to use the last jar of wine to seduce the master next door.

She didn't expect that Xia Yuan closed the window, opened the lid of the jar, poured wine into two tea cups, and handed one cup to her.

Xia Yuan sniffed at the mouth of the cup, and the faint floral fragrance came to his face. He took a sip, and it was soft and dense.

"It's not spicy at all." He was surprised.

"Yellow flower wine is a wine given to Emperor Huang's concubine during sacrifices, so it is soft and is generally drunk by women and children." Han Yue picked up the cup.

The pale yellow wine reflected her eyes, and the aroma of small yellow flowers reminded her of when she was a child, sitting on the grass under the bright moon, her body warmed by the bonfire.

The wine was slightly cold, and the fragrance of flowers filled the lips, as if he had turned into an Aries and chewed a piece of small yellow flower.

"That's just right, I'm still young." Xia Yuan said to himself and Han Yue.

The yellow flower wine was just soft, not bland. Hanyue's face turned red and her face became more beautiful.

She thought to herself, this is not too small.

A glimpse of the scene flashing through her mind while she was waiting for His Highness to take a bath and change clothes, and her face turned even redder.

She quickly changed the subject: "When I was a child, I often drank this, but it's not as good as this one."

"That's good, I'll give it to you." Xia Yuan pushed the wine jar towards Han Yue.

He rubbed his dizzy head: "It's quite strong."

"The stamina hasn't fully come back yet. Even a child on the grassland can only take one sip at a time." Hanyue put down the porcelain cup and placed her palm against Xia Yuan's face.

The two slightly cool Rouyi briefly dispelled the heat on Xia Yuan's face.

Aware of the discontinuity in consciousness and knowing that he had drunk too much because of his drunkenness, Xia Yuan stood up and walked to the bed.

Hanyue sat on the edge of the bed and held the young man's body in her arms.

Xia Yuan felt like he was pillowing on a cloud, and like he was floating on the warm river in the afternoon.

In the past, it was difficult for him to rely on this pair of good things.

He didn't have time to appreciate it carefully, and the alcohol surged up, and combined with the previous use of the Years Treasure Mirror to consume it, he covered his eyes and blinded his consciousness.

The wine in the prairie is really great.

When he fell asleep, Hanyue took off his coat and covered him with a thin quilt.

The closed window on one side opened a small crack at some point, and behind the crack were Leng Qiu's eyes. The girl looked at the fragrant drinks on the table, and then looked at Xia Yuan on the bed.

Hanyue handed Xia Yuan's cup to Leng Qiu, which was still half full of wine.

After a moment, the girl blushed and smiled, and lay on the bed with Xia Yuan.

The room was completely silent. Hanyue put down the bed curtains, opened the window, and looked at the moon in the sky.

The moon was half-moon, clear and quiet. On the grassland, the only moon she saw was vastness.

She likes the moon at this moment.

After drinking three glasses of wine, she resealed the wine jar, closed the window, opened the bed curtain and sat down to look at His Highness on the bed.

She really didn't expect that this jar of wine was actually for herself.

She doesn't like drinking, but she likes this gift. Memories of the grassland don't often appear in her dreams, but she is happy that someone remembers her past.

Taking off her shoes, socks and coat, she got into the quilt and leaned on His Highness's shoulder. When she was a child, she often leaned on her sisters like this.

His Highness is not like A Mei, but more like a lazy and naughty younger brother. With the lust of a young man, he always reaches out to his beloved sister.

She turned to look at His Highness's side face, and carefully reached down with her left hand. Her fingertips touched the hot iron, and she suddenly retracted her palm.

There was one thing she forgot to mention about Huanghuajiu, and she only remembered it now.

Women will be fine if they drink it, small children will be fine if they drink it, and men will be fine if they drink it.

Prairie men do not drink this wine after they are ten years old, except for one day, which is the wedding night.

Fortunately, His Highness got drunk early.

She moved her fingers to dissipate the hot touch and closed her eyes with a guilty conscience.

The next morning, Xia Yuan woke up and he was the only one lying on the bed.

Standing up straight, he recalled his dream last night.

That dream was particularly fragrant. He dreamed of Han Yue, Leng Qiu, Bi Xin, Aunt Rong, the female disciple, the dancing girl Le Ji given by the prince, Hu Ji given by Emperor Ning, and the second prince. Sent to the troupe.

Fortunately, I didn’t dream about Emperor Ning’s concubines.

Xia Yuan lamented his noble conduct, even in his dreams he was a gentleman.

Opening the bed curtain, he saw Leng Qiu sitting on the ground, holding a spiritual stone in his hand and running his skills. Those ten spiritual stones are prepared for girls.

Seeing Xia Yuan wake up, Leng Qiu called Han Yue, and he ran to the yard to practice his sword.

Xia Yuan took a bath and changed clothes under Han Yue's service.

How could a night of sweet dreams not leave any stains?

For some reason, Han Yue's eyes dodge. At first, Xia Yuan thought she was shy when she saw the stain. After careful inspection, she found that she seemed guilty.

Xia Yuan asked, but the girl avoided answering. He did not miss this opportunity, his body and arms moved towards the sun and moon intentionally or unintentionally. The girl did not stop him, but she only wanted to kill, not bury.

Putting on new clothes, Xia Yuan felt itchy.

Master Jingwo in the yard next door was equally itchy.