much loved

The young man named Shura was extremely good-looking, with facial features similar to Lian Ming's, but a little softer, as if he always had a smile on his face.Liu Xiaoxiao is a beauty controler, always be tolerant towards good-looking people, and the young man treats him well, so the uneasiness when he first came finally dissipated.

It was night when I arrived in Loulan. The night sky was full of stars, camels' footprints were on the yellow sand, and the dry and sharp wind mixed with sand and dust rolled open the curtain beside the carriage.Liu Xiaoxiao couldn't help turning her head to look out of the window, looking at the bright white full moon, the moonlight pouring on the flowing sand dunes, like a silver sea.

This is where I met Chu Li.

There was no one under the moon, only melodious camel bells. He looked at Sai Beiyue in the distance, and he couldn't help but think of that person.But I never thought that I was also the one who was missed.

Chu Li suddenly felt heart palpitations for no reason. Unable to grasp the moonlight passing through his fingers, he suddenly recalled the scene when he met that little thing on the first night.The pearl in the desert is not as good-looking as that delicate young man? At that time, he thought, where did this little elf come from, but now that young man has really disappeared from his life like a fairy, leaving him alone This mortal is lonely and nostalgic.

Realizing that his little wife's gaze had been away from him for a long time, the desert wind blew up the white veil that covered his eyes, the young man held Liu Xiaoxiao's hand tightly, and the slight pain brought Liu Xiaoxiao back to his thoughts.

"What's the matter?" Liu Xiaoxiao turned to look at the young man who seemed a little unhappy, and asked.

The boy couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart, he just thought that his little wife was watching him all the time?He can't see the world, and the only thing he can imagine is the small space at hand, and what he is holding tightly now is the hand of his little wife...

"Outside, what does it look like?" Loulan is just a noun to the young man. He can't see it, and it's the same everywhere. He has never been interested in exploring these things, but now he wants to know.After all, his little wife was so fascinated by it.

Liu Xiaoxiao subconsciously looked out again, the galaxy was brilliant, the yellow sand was like a sea, as huge as the full moon within reach and the cold wind pouring into the nostrils.Everything is the same as it was two years ago, except that the person who was by my side is missing.That man is an indomitable general, with an iron horse and a golden spear, a silver spear as cold as the moon, and extraordinary heroism, but he is just an ordinary person, so it's better not to bother him.

Thinking of this, Liu Xiaoxiao seemed a little sad, she lowered her eyebrows and stopped looking outside.

"It's just a desert, nothing to see." The sensitive little thing returned sullenly.

Seeing his appearance from the corner of his eye, Wuhan's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned to look at the full moon.He seemed to care more and more about the people in the carriage, and his every move was holding his heart. He wanted to control himself, but he always subconsciously thought about the original man and wife.This is not a good thing, especially when Lian Ming comes back, it will be very troublesome.

Loulan was built beside the tributary of the only river in the desert. The whole city was built of sand and stone, blending with the desert, harmonious and harmonious.With the entire desert as the background and rivers as embellishments, the city seems to have existed here since the birth of heaven and earth.

The desert wind and sand are raging, and the people here wear veils and hoods on their clothes. The long-term sun makes their skin darker.The dancing girl also wears a veil on her face, but the veil is much thinner than the one that blocks the wind. Her beautiful facial features are partly visible, only a pair of passionate eyes are revealed, and her body twisting with the music seems boneless.

The convoy drove through the streets lit with torches, and walked slowly to the highest point of the city, listening to exotic music, and the melody of the huqin was always bewitching, which made Liu Xiaoxiao subconsciously pay attention to it.Everything is so different from the Central Plains, which made Liu Xiaoxiao miss Jiangnan while being curious.

When I first arrived in the Western Regions, there must be too many things I am not used to. There are not many people who can speak the Central Plains dialect here, and the teenagers are always very busy. Wuhan, the only one who can communicate, is reticent. Liu Xiaoxiao always says that she is too lonely.So the few maids rescued in Ruoqiang a few days ago came in handy. Besides serving Liu Xiaoxiao's daily life, they could also chat with him side by side, so that there was no one to talk to. nor.

The young man seems to have a lot of things to do, and it seems that he can't take Liu Xiaoxiao with him.So even if you are dissatisfied, you have to ask Liu Xiaoxiao for a long kiss before leaving every day, or hug your wife tightly and fall on the soft chair covered with soft animal skins when you return at dusk.

Liu Xiaoxiao let him be intimate with her, like a cat showing its soft belly, anyone who saw it would let this little thing ask for anything.Of course, it is impossible for the young man to let other people see his little wife, and hide her in the most hidden and safest place in the Rakshasa sect as if hiding some treasure.The young man likes the tenderness of his little wife towards him, and as long as he thinks that he is no longer alone now, there will be a warm current in his heart.

This kind of feeling is too strange, but the young man is not disgusted, he wants to hold on to this person who suddenly broke into his side, and stay by his side.I want that person to only look at me, I want him to only talk to me, think only of myself, as if I think of him.

He is so inseparable from his little wife, but he doesn't know what Liu Xiaoxiao thinks in his heart.Do you like him as much as he does, or do you simply seek his blessing?After all, he knew that his little wife did not marry him voluntarily.

The young man covered with white gauze did not follow the attendant who led the way, and walked steadily all the way to the deepest part of the Rakshasa Cult. The white gauze was raised in the wind and sand, and the light image on the side of the tall and straight bridge of the nose was like an ancient Greek sculpture, noble and elegant. mystery.

He could feel the breathing of a person not far away, guarding the door, the young man naturally recognized that this was the maid who pleased his little wife the most.When he was not by his little wife's side, she was with her most of the time, but now the maid was outside the door, as if she was guarding some kind of secret.

The maid saw the boy coming from a distance, and was about to open her mouth to inform Liu Xiaoxiao who was inside, but she saw the boy from a distance with his index finger on his lips, smiling.

"Shh, don't talk."

So the maid bowed her head and fell silent.Her life, in the final analysis, is still in the young man's hands.

As the boy walked closer to the courtyard, he could sense another familiar aura——Wuhan.Wuhan, who was supposed to be outside the courtyard, was inside, while the maidservant, who was supposed to be inside, was outside.

The curvature of the boy's lips converged.

"You look good when you smile." Wuhan stood a few steps away from the soft chair, staring at Yuankong with his dark eyes, and said slowly in Central Plains dialect.The voice is slightly hoarse, but still magnetic.He was clearly speaking ambiguous words, but he was serious, not frivolous at all.

The person lying sideways on the soft chair has black hair like a waterfall, and on his snow-white skin is adorned with large and small gold ornaments inlaid with precious stones. He looks very much loved, but his face is sullen, as if he can't say anything about it. Interested.

"But I don't want to laugh."

Wuhan slightly turned his head to look at him, but was dazzled by the color again, and hastily looked away.After a short silence, Wuhan suddenly remembered something.

"Before, in Ruoqiang, someone came to rescue you." Wuhan's Central Plains dialect was not fluent, and his speech speed was slower than when he spoke Western Region dialect, with unnatural pauses, but it was such a short sentence. , but let the person on the soft chair stand up.

"How is he?" Hearing Ren Qiongyi, Liu Xiaoxiao changed her drowsy appearance just now.After all, if Ren Qiongyi is still alive, then his hopes will be higher.

"He is not dead, I let him go."

Liu Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face, "That's good."

Wuhan looked at him, "You look good when you smile." He still looked serious.

Liu Xiaoxiao's face flushed, and before she could say anything, she heard familiar footsteps.

"I don't seem to be here at the right time." The young man said with a smile, this sentence is in the Central Plains dialect, it is self-evident whoever he is telling it to.

The author has something to say: I was too tired last week _(:з)∠)_ so I didn’t update it properly