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Long Dingchuan shook his head, this tune is not a tune, the tune cannot be tuned, what is it?It seems that his little cloud is not good at everything.

""Song of Shaking Onions" is really fun." I remember that when this song first became popular, it swept people from all walks of life.

"Do you want to learn it?"

Long Dingchuan shook his head.

Ye Linyun became interested: "Cousin, can you sing?"

The man holding the guitar and singing is said to be able to kill all directions.

I don't know how attractive the man in front of me would be if he could sing a song with such a good voice.

Long Dingchuan frowned. As far as he knew, only brothel women often sang songs, and there were nomads in the north. There were few men in the Central Plains like them.

He shook his head again.

"How about teaching you to sing a song?" This idea is really good, and I can't help but applaud myself.

Long Dingchuan kept his hands on, and took another book.

"You should give me a reaction!" With such a perfunctory gesture, Ye Linyun became angry.

"Well, wait until I'm done." Long Dingchuan quickly found an excuse.

Ye Linyun rolled his eyes.

"Hey, I don't know how Mingluan is doing now? When will his brother come back?" Ye Linyun leaned forward, facing Long Dingchuan's face, looking for a sense of presence.

"It should be soon."

Ye Linyun chuckled, and sat back on the bench, wondering if Mo Mingyu would be surprised.

Mo Mingyu had just returned to Bieyuan, and saw Nie De who was on duty at the door. If he remembered correctly, it should be Nie Lu today?

Nie De grinned, clutching the hilt of his sword awkwardly, waiting for him to enter.

He himself doesn't like to talk, so although Mo Mingyu was puzzled, he didn't ask any questions.

But as soon as he arrived at the door, he felt something was wrong. There seemed to be someone in the room?faint breath.

He looked around again, but found nothing unusual, except for Long Dingchuan's room, all lights in other rooms had been turned off.

Mo Mingyu opened the door gently, and smelled a familiar smell, A Luan?

The hand holding the doorknob tightened, and he couldn't help laughing, how could A Luan come?

Mo Mingyu lit the candles, and the feeling that there was someone in the room was still lingering. He carefully looked at the things on the table and the furnishings of the room, and it was true that no one had touched them.

Go around the screen and look at the bed.

The tent was lowered, I don't know if it was because of the wind that I opened the door, the tent shook slightly, and the quilt was spread neatly.

Mo Mingyu squinted his eyes and saw a pair of shoes under the bed.His heart skipped a beat, he thought about the movement in the yard carefully, and understood in an instant.

Put away the sword in his hand, twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced meaningfully at the bed, turned around and changed his clothes.

Slowly unbuttoning the clothes one by one from the neck, taking off the dark green robe, wearing only the black inner garment, deliberately facing the direction of the bed, hearing the deliberately hidden breathing stop, as if he was holding his breath.

Mo Mingyu turned around unintentionally, and went to wash up.

Mo Mingluan quietly hid on the bed, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Mo Mingyu go out.In the room, he had tried his best to keep it as it was, and he didn't know if he had been discovered.

Thinking that the man would come back soon, his heart jumped up, would he be pleasantly surprised?

Mo Mingyu came in from the door, blew out the candles, then lifted the tent, pulled the quilt away and lay down.

Before Mo Mingluan recovered from this series of movements, he felt his hands hugging him, and Mo Mingyu's laughter was low: "Where did you come from, little fairy, do you want to warm my son's bed?"