The witch comes into my arms

Back at the palace, Han Yue helped Xia Yuan wash up, her posture was as usual, but Xia Yuan could see that there was a shadow hidden in those eyes.

Even the towering mountains have become much quieter. They are no longer as lively as before when the wind blows through the forest and the mountains sway.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the girl into his arms.

Half a month ago, after returning from Concubine Shu, he used the Time Treasure Mirror to explore Han Yue's life experience and learned about the tragedy of the Youbei tribe.

He rested his chin on Hanyue's shoulder, and the soft hair brushed against his cheek, causing an itch.

Han Yue lowered her head and put her palms on her legs. Xia Yuan held those hands and said, "Both Yun Kingdom and Nanjing will pay the price."

This is his promise.

Hanyue shook her head: "I don't remember much about my childhood. I was not a favored child in the valley. To me, it is far inferior to His Highness's side."

These words were half true and half false. She really had no nostalgia for the life on the grassland, but how could she not have hatred for Yun Guo, who destroyed her peaceful life and killed everyone she knew well.

Just as she resented the Shuoyang tribe, she also hated the Yun Kingdom and Nanjing.

Xia Yuan wanted to comfort him, but had no idea where to start. It was Han Yue who always comforted him.

The comfort of Han Yue is the pair of moon rings. There are no moon rings in Xia Yuan, only the broad and thick plains.

After thinking for a long time, he hugged the girl tighter and hummed the tune that Concubine Shu used to coax them to sleep when they were children.

The image of the grassland faded from Hanyue's mind, and the life in Ningguo was projected before her eyes.

She is the daughter of King Youbei. King Youbei has many daughters. Her mother is the daughter of the patriarch of a small tribe. She has a beloved man and she married King Youbei just for the sake of the tribe.

King Youbei has always ignored her, and her mother has never liked her.

She felt that she was the embodiment of the grassland. On the vast land, there were scattered sheep and tents. Her vast heart was like a cloud, with no place to rest.

When she arrived in Ningguo, she became His Highness's maid. At first, she was troubled because His Highness took her with him wherever he went, treating her as a treasure and proudly introducing her to everyone.

She felt that this child was troublesome and she was not used to being too close to others.

She got used to it slowly.

His Highness was like a little lamb, mistaking the clouds in the sky for his companions, chasing the clouds, until he rushed to a hillside and plunged into the clouds.

The white cloud turned into a white sheep, and her heart turned into a rope, tying herself and wrapping it around His Highness' hand.

The white clouds can't stop, but the white sheep can. The place His Highness glances over is the pasture, and the land beside him is the shack.

Before going to bed, Han Yue thought of the moon she had seen a few days ago. The moon in the grassland was far away and misty, while the moon in Ningguo was very close and quiet. She liked the moon that His Highness liked.

Xia Yuan looked at her sleeping face, then looked at the defenseless mountains, sighed, and decided to be a gentleman tonight. Tonight only.

……

When Xia Yuan woke up, Hanyue was no longer beside him, and there was still a faint fragrance in the bed.

He pulled up the quilt, covered his head, and collected all the scent into his stomach.

Han Yue heard the commotion and came over to change his clothes. The shadow in the girl's eyes dissipated and became brighter than the spring light outside the house.

After breakfast, Xia Yuan went to the sword-washing pool.

Emperor Ning allocated a small courtyard and granted permission for Master Jing and her old servants to enter the sword-washing pool, Leng Qiu's training ground, so they changed back again.

The little queen has been practicing sword practice for almost a month, and the sword light seems to have been hardened into her body. Her face is purer and her temperament is colder.

Only the craving for dim sum remains unchanged.

She stuck the long sword on the ground, ran to Xia Yuan, and bit the Dingsheng cake in his hand.

The Sword Washing Pond is far away from the palace and Xia Yuan has not been here for three days. The girl is very happy.

He pinched another piece of cake and handed it to the girl's lips.

Leng Qiu didn't bite it. She ran into the house and took out a handkerchief. In the handkerchief was wrapped a small bean paste dumpling. It was round, golden, and evenly sprinkled with sesame seeds.

She handed the small dough ball to Xia Yuan's mouth.

I don’t know where the girl got the little dough balls, but she treasured one and left it to her beloved Highness.

Xia Yuan rubbed her head, bit the little dough ball, and put a Dingsheng cake into the girl's mouth.

The sesame balls are very crispy and the Dingsheng cakes are very soft. One has the sweetness of bean paste and the other has the sweetness of red dates.

The two of them squinted their eyes slightly, tasting the warmth and joy from the sweetness.

Master Jingwo was sitting in the room drinking. Seeing their appearance, she couldn't help but smile.

Xia Yuan came and left quickly.

After feeding the cakes, he briefly asked about the girl's cultivation status. When he learned that she had reached the peak of transformation, he praised her, drank a cup of tea with Master Jingwo, and left.

Leng Qiu froze in the empty yard for a while, looking at the empty basket filled with cakes and the empty hands stained with a few sesame seeds.

She continued to dance with the sword, and the light of the sword reflected the light of the water. She bit her lips, and her tears were shattered by the sword.

Jingwo sighed, complaining in my heart why Xia Yuan left in such a hurry.

She caught the little weeper in the courtyard and gently wiped away the girl's tears.

"What's so good about him?" Jingwo frowned.

The tears on Leng Qiu's face rolled faster. He turned around and gave me a slap on the back of my head.

I was helpless: "Okay, okay, he's okay."

She turned the girl's shoulder and wiped the little face again.

"He is busy with the Wisteria Flower Banquet and can't take care of you for the time being." Jing Wo didn't want to explain to Xia Yuan, but this was the only way to comfort the girl.

The girl lowered her head, the comfort effect was limited.

Jingwo said again: "How can I be with you day and night? If you wait another ten days, when the wisteria flower banquet begins, your highness will be with you all day long."

Xiao Lengqiu raised her head, blinked, and asked Jingwo to elaborate.

Jingwo was angry and funny, so he knocked her on the head and continued: "I heard him say that he will also participate in the wisteria flower banquet. The banquet will end with a competition in the cave, which usually lasts for half a month, that is to say , he will be by your side for half a month!"

The girl's eyes lit up.

"Moreover." Jingga deliberately paused for a moment and waited for the girl to become slightly anxious before continuing, "I also heard that the cave used for the Wisteria Flower Banquet this time is a cave with a bone age limit. Only those eighteen and below can enter."

Leng Qiu tilted her head, wondering what use this rule was to her.

"You little idiot!" Jingga hit her on the head again, "That big cow is already over [-] years old! She can't get in. The only ones who can get in are you and him!"

The girl's eyes were filled with light.

"There's one more!" Sensing the girl's joy, Jingwo laughed, "You can't get in if you're over [-], and your Royal Highness's guards can't get in either!"

Her voice was lowered, her tone was a little higher, and her eyes were excited: "In other words, in the cave, you are more powerful than your highness! You can do to him whatever you want! He can't resist at all. you!"

The look in Leng Qiu's eyes reached its peak, his expression condensed, the light returned to his heart, his little face was cold and serious.

She broke away from my hand and picked up the sword on the ground.

The sword light in the yard is as blooming as flowers in spring.

I smiled happily.

No matter what the grudges are, one's own strength is the most important thing. Thirty years ago, she didn't understand this. Today, thirty years later, she hopes Leng Qiu understands.

Now that you have the power, are you still afraid that men won’t obey?