Zi Yihan put the hand of Han Mengxiao she was holding on her shoulder, then hugged Han Mengxiao's waist, kissed her lips lightly, and seeing that she didn't refuse, he kissed her again and said, "That little one
How can a little kid get into your eyes? How can he compare to the deep love and affection that Prince Han has given to each other?"
Han Mengxiao looked into Zi Yihan's eyes, put her hand on his shoulder, grabbed his neck, and dug her nails into the tender flesh at the crook of his neck: "Prince Han? Are you willing to give yourself to me? This benefit seems to be okay.
ah."
Zi Yihan's hands came up quickly, held Han Mengxiao's face, and kissed her deeply. The slight pain in the crook of his neck didn't matter. He only knew that he loved the little woman in front of him to death.
In the dark corner of the long street, the delicate and frail woman stared hatefully at Zi Yihan and Han Mengxiao kissing under the moonlight, with a sinister light in her eyes.
I can't even break you apart! You bitch, just wait and see how I kill you!
Han Mengxiao felt a chill in her body and shivered. Zi Yihan immediately hugged her tightly, lowered his head against her face, and asked gently: "What's wrong, Meng."
Han Mengxiao shook her head: "It's just a little cold suddenly. It's summer, how can it still be cold?" She rolled her eyes: "Han, carry me on your back and go back. How about we stay in a dark hotel tonight?"
Fly in secretly through the window without letting Sister Hong and the others know."
Zi Yihan responded lovingly: "Okay," and hugged Han Mengxiao. Seeing the narrowed light in her eyes, he reacted and pretended to be angry: "Why should I sneak in through the window? You think I am a flower-picking thief.
"
A few days later, Zi Yibai was indeed sent to Qingzhou. The reason, well, there was no reason. Zi Yihan was waiting for him in the palace hall. When he came, Zi Yihan looked at him coldly for a long time and said:
"Fourteenth brother, go back and pack up and go to Qingzhou."
Zi Yibai suddenly raised his head and glanced at Zi Yihan in disbelief. Seeing Zi Yihan's cold face that had not changed for thousands of years, he hid the aggrieved look in his eyes and half-knelt towards Zi Yihan: "Thank you, King Han.
", and then left the hall without looking back.
Han Mengxiao put on the clothes that she had first seen Zi Yibai and went to a pavilion ten miles outside the imperial city to wait for him. There was a table, covered with light gauze, a long sword with a simple scabbard, and two bottles of good wine with a rich aroma.
After a long distance, he saw Zi Yibai alone, coming from a horse. Han Mengxiao was a little more satisfied with him, put on his gauze hat, and Zi Yibai arrived.
Thinking back to last night, Zi Yibai didn't sleep well, and his face looked slumped. When he saw Han Mengxiao, he was a little surprised. He turned over and dismounted, walked up to Han Mengxiao, and held his hand: "Mrs. Mengyun."
Han Mengxiao nodded and said: "I heard that the prince is going to Qingzhou today and came here to see you off."
Zi Yibai hid the doubts in her eyes, sat down at the table generously, smelled the aroma of wine in the air, and said, "Mrs. Mengyun's wine is excellent."
Han Mengxiao laughed, filled the cup in front of Zi Yibai, and made a gesture of invitation.
Zi Yibai nodded slightly, took a sip with a smile, his eyes lit up, and he drank. Then he heard the woman in front of him say: "The prince is going to the barbarian land of Qingzhou. I don't have any good things to send here. A long sword and fine wine."
One bottle, just think of it as a thought."
Han Mengxiao sent the unopened bottle of wine to Zi Yibai: "But I hope you hide this bottle of wine and drink it when you return."