It is nearly a hundred miles from Xisanwei to the Governor's Mansion.

Yan Xi and Song Beiming left the gate of the camp, Wei Chifeng led Lanyue Poyun out of the stable, looking around, the master had already been swept away by the north wind and snow.

Wei Chifeng looked at the figure riding together in the distance, exchanged glances with Zi Yuan and Duyue, and said: "I think we will get along more often in the future. When we arrive at the Governor's Mansion, I will prepare a room for you."

Zi Yuan said without hesitation: "Give me a spare room for my sister."

Wei Chifeng knew Zi Yuan's skills, and responded to her with special respect: "Okay."

Du Yue said politely: "It's enough for me to share a room with Fang Xun. I take turns with him. We mainly follow the little prince on weekdays."

Wei Chifeng wrote it down.

The three of them got on the horse while talking, Zi Yuan raised her whip, Wei Chifeng saw it and said quickly: "Girl, cough, let's ride slower."

Zi Yuan looked at Wei Chifeng inexplicably.

Wei Chifeng coughed again in embarrassment.

The more she understood, she said to Zi Yuan: "Sister Yuan, let's not get too close."

Zi Yuan suddenly smiled, looked at the moon and raised her eyebrows, rode her horse and galloped out, and said in the wind: "Let's divide into three directions and protect from a distance. Sister, I will run a step first."

The full moon is full of frost, and the hooves are flying on the moon.

"Wei Yu," Song Beiming said to Yan Xi in the wind, "I won't ask you to go back alone this time, I'll take you home."

Yan Xi leaned against Song Beiming's arms: "After sending me back, will you go?"

Song Beiming rubbed Yan Xi's hair sideways and said, "I'm not leaving, I'll stay with you."

"There are too many places in the Western Territory that need money," Yan Xi said with a sigh, feeling comfortable being rubbed, "I'm so poor now that I can't afford to support you."

Song Beiming was originally laughing softly. When he heard this sentence, he thought of something. He was slightly stunned for a moment, and asked, "You want to use your own private treasury to support the Western Territory?"

This seems to be an unimportant matter to Yan Xi, he said casually: "Isn't it possible?"

Song Beiming looked at Yan Xi from the side, Yan Xi turned his head to look, Yan Xi's eyes didn't dodge.

In fact, it was expected.

The majestic prince of a country came to the border, why?Yan Xi now has prestige and status, all she lacks is soldiers and horses.

Song Beiming thought: Maybe I just love his arrogance that is so vast and careless.

In essence, they are the same people. They don't hide their ambitions from each other, and they don't shy away from unscrupulous methods.

Song Beiming didn't say anything about the hint Yan Xi gave him intentionally, and he said along the way: "I'm not willing to make you poor. This king is here to support you, and I want to teach you how to earn money."

In Yanxi's sleeve pocket was the key that Song Beiming gave him, a small thing that suddenly became very heavy, Yan Xi wanted to hide it deeper, and poked his fingers into the sleeve pocket: "How much silver does the little prince have?"

Song Beiming grasped his fingers like a god: "Did His Royal Highness find time to go to the Beiyuan Palace to count?"

Yan Xi couldn't do anything about Song Beiming's hands that were doing anything wrong on him, so he covered one side, then dropped the other, and without paying attention, Song Beiming took the bronze key from his sleeve pocket.

Yan Xi looked at him slightly annoyed.

"Like it so much?" Song Beiming's smile deepened, and he said meaningfully, "Take it with you every day?"

"It's worth a lot of money, of course I like it." Yan Xi raised his hand to take it back.

Unexpectedly, Song Beiming took it away, and without knowing it, Yan Xi found out an identical golden key.

The red string was put on the golden key. Song Beiming made the key into a pendant and tied it around Yan Xi's neck. He lifted a corner of Yan Xi's skirt, threw the golden key into Yan Xi's skirt and said, "In addition to using money,, don't take it off."

The coolness of the metal slipped into Yan Xi's clothes, and he felt a strange touch in Song Beiming's eyes, and said, "Is this your dowry?"

Song Beiming sighed and said, "It's a pity that even the dowry doesn't count. You have a concubine in your family who is meant to be married. At best, this can only be regarded as a free meal for you."

"It's delicious." Yan Xi smiled and said, "Behave well, I'm happy to eat, and I'll make you a good concubine."

"Be bold, let's go higher. I, Song Mengze, want to be the crown prince." Song Beiming raised his whip and said, "But, if you want to marry the king of Beiyuan, is the bride price enough for the crown prince?"

"It's not enough." Yan Xi sighed again, "The loose sand in the western region is not as solid as the solid gold in the northern plains."

"It's more than just loose sand, it's riddled with holes." Song Beiming got down to business with a serious expression on his face, "I've seen along the way that most of the military households in the guards in Pingchuan County have run away. The guards are empty, and the border defenses seem to be empty. The Jiang familyThe birds and beasts are scattered, and the remaining people are half-hearted. Just like this, once Modi invades, the border of the western border will be pierced."

Yan Xi frowned, looked at the bright moon and sighed: "Yes, the wind and rain are turbulent, and I, the governor, dare not sleep."

"Wei Yu, I'm here." Song Beiming gently stroked Yan Xi's disheveled hair, "I want you to sleep well."

There is no one to use the western region of Nuoda. Yanxi knew Song Beiming's intentions for this trip, so he said to Song Beiming, "The east of the West Sanwei, can I leave it to you?"

Song Beiming said, "Okay."

Yan Xi stroked his train of thought during the day: "60% to 70% of the soldiers in this area have run away. The military household system has come to an end. I can't follow the old path. I want to recruit soldiers. Your recruitment system in Beiyuan is doing very well. I want toOne hundred thousand soldiers like Bei Yuan will help me defend the eastern front of the western border."

Song Beiming still replied, "Okay."

Yan Xi was surprised: "Why does the little prince agree to everything?"

"Northern Plains and the Western Territory have dead lips and teeth, and it is reasonable and imperative to help the Western Territory. This is not only what I mean, but also what my elder sister means." Song Beiming said, "Besides, the Western Territory is my father-in-law's land, so I don't care about it.I have to help you look after it."

Yan Xi corrected: "This is Da Jing's land first."

"Really?" Song Beiming lifted Yan Xi's chin, "Does His Royal Highness think so?"

Yan Xi turned his head to look at Song Beiming, and the two looked at each other calmly for a moment, Yan Xi turned his head and looked at the grass under the horse's hooves, which was frosted white by the moonlight, without explaining.

Song Beiming didn't ask further questions either.

He boldly said: "Wei Yu, the crown prince will not be able to do anything if you come to the western region. You have to rely on me for everything, and you can only let me do what I want, are you afraid?"

"I'm so scared." Yan Xi leaned into Song Beiming's arms and said, feeling a certain change, "You make me so scared."

"This king hasn't done anything yet, so I'm wronged," Song Beiming said with his hand lingering on Yan Xi's side neck, "I'm an honest gentleman, and I've been set on fire by someone."

"How can anyone be so bad? To set you on fire?" Yan Xi felt a certain threat, and sighed, "It's because you think too much."

Song Beiming whispered in his ear, "It's His Highness the Crown Prince who is clever."

Yan Xi's ears were red from being burned, Song Beiming saw the innocent beauty in his arms and did not dodge, laughed and accelerated the speed of the horse.

Beifeng Jingxue galloped all the way, Yan Xi was embraced by Song Beiming.

After discussing the major issues, they didn't speak any more.

The bold and bold flirting and false and submissive temptations are all tacitly abandoned by them.

Missing as early as when they met, they were tightly entwined like a thousand machine threads. As soon as they calmed down, the missing began to spread, inciting them to set fire.

"Kurong" made them stick close together instinctively, and none of them said they missed each other. Song Beiming wanted to intertwine with Yanxi's fingers, but Yanxi let him go; Song Beiming hugged Yanxi tighter and tighter, and Yanxi let him go;While sneaking, Yan Xi didn't try to catch him any more, and let him.

Song Beiming continued to speed up the horse, and Yan Xi nestled in Song Beiming's arms in the violent jolt.

He heard Song Beiming's heartbeat, every beat, strong and fast.

Missing is not spoken, it is obvious in the lingering fingers.

Several days of separation fermented affection, Yan Xi was rubbed by Song Beiming, he could no longer be that cold moon god.

This time there was no urgency, and there was no need to do anything, Yan Xi played around with Song Beiming.

He was willing to be dragged into a mess, and in the unobstructed plain, at the risk of being watched by others, he was dragged off the altar and became a prisoner trapped in the siege of Song Beiming.

Beifeng Jingxue ran faster and faster, Song Beiming hugged him tighter and tighter, he squeezed Song Beiming's fingers tightly, Song Beiming probed over, Yan Xi turned his head over, and his lips were caught immediately.

Yan Xi's breath was taken away, as if being pulled into the bottom of the water, the feeling of drowning terrified him.Song Beiming wanted him to deeply remember who was in charge at this moment.

This time, there was no need to hurry, Beifeng Jingxue was let loose by Song Beiming, flying like an arrow in the boundless wilderness.

The experience that Yan Xi had hastily accumulated in the last parting was totally useless, he was swallowed up even in the horrific running around, and could only cling to Song Beiming pitifully.

Song Beiming never asked for Yan Xi's promise, he only used actions to ask for what he wanted, he wanted this Da Jing's most beautiful appearance, and he wanted everything that this person represented.

He keenly knew that this person might really have no heart, but so what?Tie people in your arms, use power and soldiers to trap people in your own hunting, even gods can't escape.

There is no one in the wilderness, and the sound of horseshoes crushes the silent night.No matter what the clothes were like, Yan Xi still maintained her appearance in a plain white robe.Song Beiming is so stingy, he doesn't want ghosts and beasts to covet his people.

Song Beiming murmured: "Wei Yu, I miss you so much."

Yan Xi was burned by this sentence.

This time, they have all night.Song Beiming did it just right, and he was not willing to let Yanxi suffer from the wind outside.He measured Yan Xi's waist and found that she had lost weight again. He was so distressed that he wished he could rub Yan Xi into his bones.

Song Beiming fell silent and continued to speed up.

Yan Xi sensed Song Beiming's breath becoming depressed, and he took the initiative to hold Song Beiming's hand in the gust of wind. He wanted to comfort Song Beiming, but he didn't quite understand the source of Song Beiming's pain.

Wen Yan personally guarded the gate of the governor's mansion, and seeing that it was time to have a baby, Yan Xi did not come back.

He knew that with Yan Xi's identity, he would definitely have full protection, but he still couldn't help worrying.

Han Yuqin tidied up the main house, and ordered people to keep the food and hot water hot. She gently stood beside her husband. The two of them looked at this round of people in a foreign land together thousands of miles away from Jingdu for the rest of their lives.full moon.

Wen Yan held his wife's hand and said, "Follow me to the border, thank you for your hard work."

Han Yuqin patted her husband's hand and said, "It's a great honor for the master to give you a new life. Why do you say it's hard work? Mr. Gong, don't talk about it in the future."

Wen Yan was moved and ashamed at the same time. Etiquette prevented him from expressing more love, so he carefully held his wife's hand even harder in the cool night of the western region.

Suddenly, they heard the thunderous sound of horseshoes in front of them. Wen Yan and Han Yuqin looked up, only to see the figures on the snow scattered by the north wind, and the horses raised their hooves and neighed, and stopped aggressively.

Before they understood what was going on, they saw a beautiful woman in purple clothes following closely on her horse.

Zi Yuan went to fetch Beifeng Jingxue, glanced around, and figured out who was in charge of internal affairs very skillfully, and said to Han Yuqin: "There is no need to arrange people in the main courtyard tonight, and tell the kitchen to keep the water boiling."

Song Beiming kicked open the door of the main house, carried the man inside, and kicked the door firmly.

When they got to the closed place, they were even more silent. Song Beiming put the person on the couch and kicked his shoes on the couch without giving Yan Xi any time to react.

Yanxi's package was torn off, and all disguises were taken off.

Song Beiming loves this kind of honesty.

Yan Xi experienced Song Beiming's strong love when Song Beiming lost control.

Yan Xi didn't care about this body at all, and Song Beiming could play with it whatever he wanted.

Song Beiming can say a lot of rambunctious words, but rarely speaks true love words.

Yan Xi couldn't think while sweating profusely, but Song Beiming was so anxious and fierce, as if he couldn't eat enough, which made him understand the strong yearning.

Longing is both desire.

Song Beiming made Yan Xi forget his identity, the past and the past, and where he was. Song Beiming lifted people up to the sky to become immortals, and then dragged people down to hell to sink into the sea of misery.

After passing the water for the first time, Song Beiming lit the lamp.

Yan Xi leaned weakly in the water, and felt a stabbing pain on his collarbone.

He opened his eyes softly, and saw Song Beiming's red eyes under the lamp. He didn't care about the pain Song Beiming gave him, and smiled at Song Beiming, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Song Beiming's technique of moving needles is very skillful, he probably practiced many times, the bright red "Ming" character was stabbed quickly, the blood was carefully wiped off, and the bleeding stopped.

Yan Xi was caught by Song Beiming's gaze in the midst of the envelopment, and he put his finger under the word "Ming" and asked Song Beiming, "Does it look good?"

"The thorn is too small." Song Beiming said regretfully, "It would look better if the thorn was bigger, does it hurt?"

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"It hurts." Yan Xi said casually, "You coax me."

"Coax you," Song Beiming lifted Yan Xi up, "Where do you want to start coaxing?"

"Anywhere is fine. I'll give myself to you, okay?" Yan Xi smiled lazily, his dripping fingers moved from Song Beiming's wrist to his arm, stopped at Song Beiming's heart and said, "WhateverHow do you play."

"You're looking for death." Song Beiming cursed in a low voice, and pushed Yan Xi into the water.

The water splashed all over the floor, and the room was filled with steam. The night was so deep that it seemed that only these two lovers were left, and they crushed the night.

The water in the kitchen boiled overnight.

When the dawn came out, Yan Xi was fished out of the water for the last time.