Yi Lingxi saw that he drank the wine like water, and his handsome face didn't even turn red, and she couldn't help but admire him very much.
I didn't expect that Prince Ouyang, who looked elegant, elegant and handsome, could drink so well.
The cry she just threw into his arms made the distance between the two of them much closer invisibly.
We have already left the Black Rock Mountain at this time, although this place is still sparsely visited.
But the road is finally no longer so bumpy and difficult.[
The two of them were riding side by side, one in purple and the other in white, which looked quite pleasing to the eye.
Ouyang Mo simply opened his clothes and sang into the wind: "Drinking horses across the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is as sharp as a knife. The sun has not disappeared on the flat sand, and I see Lintao dimly..."
His singing voice was high and clear, frightening countless birds along the way.
Yi Lingxi glanced at him curiously, but she didn't expect that Prince Ouyang was actually a tenor.
In modern times, this would look like another Pavarotti...
He couldn't help but smile: "Brother Ouyang, I didn't expect you to be so bold and bold."
Ouyang Mo glanced at her with a half-smile but not a smile: "Lingxi, there are many things you didn't expect. You'll know after you get along with me for a long time."
He stared at her with his eyes, and there was a lot of meaning in his words.
Yi Lingxi just didn't understand. She raised her head and looked ahead, raising her whip and pointing her finger: "The weather is already cold enough. If you keep going like this, the wind will blow like a knife. By then, there will be wind and snow.
That’s the real cold wind like a knife.”
Ouyang Mo took a sip of strong wine and laughed: "So what if the wind is as cold as a knife? Lingxi, as long as I am with you, I am willing to run around like this all my life."
This was the first time he expressed his feelings so clearly.