Huafa Luoyang

Ayi got into Zhuang Jiuyao's carriage, supposedly out of courtesy, but the guards in southern Xinjiang didn't seem to notice anything wrong.

Zhuang Ning'er was often in the carriage, and was on the horse today, so she turned her head and took a deep look at Xun Luo.Feeling her gaze, Xun Luo curled his lips calmly.

"I'll take a look for you!" She urged the horse to take a few steps, and said softly to Xun Luo.

Xun Luo didn't have time to stop it, and he didn't want to stop it either.Seeing that Zhuang Ning'er had already rode to the side of the carriage, he followed behind, pretending to be unintentional, and went forward.

Not too far, not too close, just enough to hear the conversation inside.

However, the carriage was peaceful. Zhuang Ning'er glanced at Xun Luo again, and asked through the small window of the carriage: "My lord? Princess?"

After a while, Zhuang Jiuyao's voice sounded: "What?"

"What's wrong? Do you need me to do anything?" Zhuang Ning'er asked.

Two soft words sounded from inside, as if Zhuang Jiuyao was giving way.

After a while the princess came out, she was very skilled, the carriage was still moving forward, and before the driver stopped, she got on the horse neatly.

She turned her head and smiled at Xun Luo: "Xun Luo, your prince is calling you."

Xun Luo responded, exchanged a glance with Zhuang Ning'er, and got into the carriage.

There was a bitter taste of medicine in it, and as soon as the curtain was lifted, Xun Luo felt at ease.But before the moment he saw him, he didn't feel that he was restless.

When Zhuang Jiuyao saw him, he opened his hands, Xun Luo went over, and as soon as he sat down, he rubbed him hard several times.

Xun Luo let him move, and finally smiled: "What did you say to the princess? Why do you let a guard into your carriage?"

Zhuang Jiuyao didn't answer, but eagerly peeled off his collar, bit him hard on the shoulder, and then raised his eyes and smiled: "I told her that I was insane, and today is the day when I get sick, maybe I can't control it You can bite people. You are used to taking care of me as a guard, and you are not afraid of pain. It will not work for anyone else."

"Oh?" Xun Luo slightly raised his eyebrows, pinched his chin, and stared at his eyes.

Zhuang Jiuyao curled his lips: "Well, I didn't say anything, I just said that I'm a little nervous about meeting the King of Southern Border, and I need to discuss things like giving gifts with you."

Xun Luo nodded, leaned over without stopping, and pressed his lips.

He didn't feel his impatience, but Zhuang Jiuyao obviously noticed it. He paused, and responded more enthusiastically, and finally clasped his ten fingers, put his shoulders, panted and chuckled: "Hurry up!" I haven't met you in January, so I think about it badly."

"23 days." Xun Luo corrected him softly.

Although he often rests in the post along the way, there are so many people around him that he can't find a chance to get along alone.

They only pretend to touch each other occasionally when they are close. There is really no reason to live together at night, and each has a lot of things to think about.

So when Xun Luo said this, Zhuang Jiuyao narrowed his eyes and laughed non-stop.

It is midsummer, the sun sets late, so the daily journey is longer, and there is usually plenty of time to find a good place to rest.