The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

The string of golden bells encircled his ankles, as if enclosing the moonlight, and enclosing a handful of fine snow.

The owner of the golden bell held the jug, and in his tent, he threw away the wine glass indifferently, raised his head, and directly poured the mellow and clear wine into his mouth with the slender jug ​​spout.

The amber liquid wet his lips, flowed down his graceful jaw, flowed to his neck, and wet his clothes.

Beitang Hanye seemed to hear shaking bells ringing in his ears, in the cave, on the bank of the pond, in all the darkness and dreams.

It's him.

Is this him?

A crack appeared on the calm, sculpture-like face of the sword master in white.

Meticulously closing it under the collar at the top, his Adam's apple moved a bit as the person on the bed swallowed the wine.

He knew that he should go forward at this moment, directly put the string of golden bells into his palm, touch the young man's face, touch his wine-stained lips, and verify his guess——

However, as the hem of the pure white clothes brushed by and the soles of the boots that were not stained with dust touched the ground, he came to the other side and sat down behind the table full of delicacies.

Hearing the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, the person sitting on the couch opened his eyes, which were already dimmed with drunkenness.

Looking at the person who clearly said he would not sit down, but now sat down, Chu Yiyang held the half-empty flagon in his hand, and showed a drunken smile to the handsome sword master: "The national teacher changed his mind?"

Beitang Hanye's eyes fell on his face.

Whether it was the twinkling eyes with drunkenness or the rosy lips stained with fine wine, they were all caught in his eyes, overlapping with the face that he had painted countless times but never saw again.

When Shi Jianzun, Kunlun Jianzong No. 1 spoke slowly, you need to be very familiar with him and listen very carefully to hear that his voice is different from usual: "You want to drink very much now."

The magic technique hidden in the voice easily affected ordinary people without cultivation base, Chu Yiyang's eyes dimmed for a moment, and instantly became more drunk.

He murmured vaguely: "Yes, I want to drink..."

After finishing speaking, he raised the jug in his hand to Beitang Hanye, and ignored the national teacher who was going back and forth in his main tent, and raised his head to drink the remaining wine in the jug.

The aroma of the wine was mellow and spread throughout the entire camp.

Sitting behind the table, the sword master in white stretched out his hand, and there was an extra jug of wine in front of him.

As if he wanted to accompany the other person leaning on the couch, and as if he wanted to suppress the emotions in his heart, he picked up the jug with his slender and strong fingers, poured the liquid into the cup, and drank it one cup after another.

It was quiet in the tent, and the two drank each other without talking.

Before following the glowing light, Beitang Hanye never thought about what to do if he saw the person he was looking for.

But now, Chu Yiyang, who was suspected to be that person, appeared in front of him, but he suddenly felt a timid feeling.

Scenes in the darkness and in the illusion surged up again, accompanied by strong wine into the throat and burned into the lungs.

He who has no awe in the face of life and death, but at this moment he dare not go directly to make the final decision.

Chu Yiyang didn't notice the struggle of the other person in the account.

According to his drinking method, the remaining half of the pot of wine should see the bottom soon.

However, because of Beitang Hanye's spells, he kept summoning the fine wine stored in the depths of the army camp and filling it into the two jugs, so no matter how much he drank, there was still so much wine in the jugs.

People who are not easy to get drunk are completely drunk under the endless wine.

Before putting down the flagon, Chu Yiyang had a faint doubt in his heart - how could the flagon in his hand hold it so well today?

The bottom of the jug hit the railing of the bed, making a muffled sound, and there was still a small half of the jug of fine wine in it swaying.

The prince in red hiccupped, his voice was no longer cold, and every word he uttered seemed to smell of wine: "I am very happy that the national teacher can come..."

Beitang Hanye stopped pouring wine.

He raised his eyes, and saw that the face of the person on the couch was flushed like a picture, the already stunning facial features were even more scorching because of the alcohol, and the red mole on the right eye seemed to be able to burn people's hearts.

Chu Yiyang didn't look at him, he was squinting his eyes and looking at the top of the tent.

The skirt of his clothes was torn away by his enthusiasm for the strong wine, and the young man in red showed his collarbone, and his voice was full of anger: "King Qi is Gu's younger brother, and he actually wants to rebel—how dare he rebel! He wants to fight against Gu! Datong...don't allow it alone!"

Beitang Hanye suddenly felt speechless.

He put down the jug, originally he wanted to wait for the people on the couch to get drunk, and when those eyes stopped looking at him, he would verify his thoughts.

But now, listening to Chu Yiyang's words and seeing him trustingly confide his sincerity in front of him, he felt that if he did that, no matter whether the person in front of him was the person he was looking for, he would be an offense to his trust.

The main tent was quiet for a while, and the voice of the sword master in white rang out in the air filled with the smell of wine: "You are drunk, this is not what you want.

"You are just trapped here, trapped in the struggle of mortals. What you really want is to ascend the road, not to fight for a throne here."

Chu Yiyang looked at the top of the tent, lost in his thoughts, obviously did not hear the words behind.

He suddenly said: "The national teacher is right, what I really want is not that position..."

What he wanted was to question his younger brother, why did he do this - how dare he rebel?How dare you face yourself with a sword?

The person on the bed was drunk and hazy, but his tone was very fierce, "When you catch him, you have to ask him carefully..."

The voice at the back dropped, and the jug in his hand loosened and rolled towards the ground. It was about to break, but was caught by a slender and strong hand.

Beitang Hanye, who teleported from behind the table to the side of the bed, caught the jug, straightened up, and put it aside.

The remaining half of the jug of wine didn't spill out at all, and the person leaning on the bed had already fallen into a deep sleep because of drunkenness.

The sword master in white stood by the bed, lowered his eyes, looking at the defenseless sleeping person.

Chu Yiyang's chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing, a strand of black hair hung from the side of his face and stuck to his lips.

As if bewitched, Beitang Hanye raised his hand, trying to brush the lock of hair away from his face, but suddenly he smelled a fragrance at the end of his nose.

This faint and cold aroma is mixed with the strong aroma of wine, it is easy to be ignored by people, but Beitang Hanye has a faint memory of this cold aroma.

When he saw the person in front of him in the scripture hall in Kunlun, he passed by him, and he also exuded the same cool and delicate fragrance that people were looking for.

The slender fingers suddenly stopped in the air.

This is not right.

He is the young master of the Hehuan Sect, and he is not close to anyone, as if he can only see his fiancée with his eyes.

If it was really him... With his temperament, he suffered a loss in the secret realm, how could he not take revenge when he came out?In the mirror, how can he say to himself, "He will come again when he encounters danger"?

What's more, there has never been a golden bell on him.

……

As soon as the curtain of the tent moved, the guards outside looked in.

Seeing that the national teacher came out from inside, but His Highness, who was very happy with the arrival of the national teacher, did not see him off, both of them showed puzzled expressions on their faces.

"Your Highness is drunk." Beitang Hanye's voice sounded faintly, "If you wake up and ask, then tell me that I went back to the tent first."

"Yes." The two personal guards responded, and then watched him leave. When the national teacher was completely out of sight, they turned around and entered the commander's tent to check the prince's situation.

Once inside, it really smells like wine.

The personal guard glanced at the table, and it seemed that His Royal Highness and the national teacher were just drinking here, and the dishes on the table had not been touched.

Looking at the bed again, I saw a drunken and reddish person lying on the bed safely, with the quilt properly covered on his body, and a bowl of clear water was placed on the low table nearby.

The personal guards checked around and felt that everything was in order, and there was nothing more he could do. He felt that the national teacher was careful and withdrew.

The setting sun sinks quickly.

The night covered the land, and a fire arose in the barracks.

The repelled King Qi's army did not make a comeback so quickly. They were still waiting for King Qi to bring the remaining generals who supported him to come and fight the prince to the death on the plain.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was discussing matters with the State Teacher, but he passed out halfway through, and didn't wake up until dinner time.

After dinner, after hearing the report from the generals under his command, and dealing with some military affairs, Chu Yiyang couldn't remember what he had done in the commander's camp before, besides being drunk, so he decided to see the national teacher again.

However, Beitang Hanye in the tent avoided him.

Standing outside the tent, Chu Yiyang wondered if he had done something disrespectful to the national teacher after he was drunk, but he couldn't come up with any result after much deliberation.

——Even if he is famous as a prince, if he sees a beauty like the national teacher and wants to do something to him, then he has to do it, right?

"The national teacher is resting, so I won't bother you."

Beitang Hanye heard a familiar voice from outside the tent, he opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the tent door.

I watched him for so long in front of the bed, but now when I close my eyes, what I see in front of my eyes is still a piece of fiery red clothes and dazzling golden bells.

After a long time, until Chu Yiyang's aura faded away, Beitang Hanye closed his eyes again in the brightly lit tent.

In the dead of night, all sounds are silent.

The dream came to him again.

Beitang Hanye opened his eyes and found that he was still in the handsome tent, surrounded by strong smell of wine and bright lights.

The person leaning on the couch is still drinking the pot of wine that can never be drunk because of the spell he added, and the golden bell on the ankle reflects light under the robe.

The wine stained his lips, he put down the flagon in his hand, and looked at himself with drunken eyes.

This time, the person he was watching didn't avoid it anymore, but walked over.

With a bang, the wine jug fell to the ground, the lid opened, and the amber liquid gurgled to the ground.

The golden bell fell into his palm and made a sound, the owner of the golden bell was pressed on the bed by him, staring at him with hazy and shining eyes in the bright firelight.

The other hand of the sword master in white went up his waist, grabbed his right hand, and brought him to his face.

Under the light of the fire, Beitang Hanye's eyebrows and eyes were extraordinarily handsome like sculptures, and the emotion in his eyes that was about to break through the cage was soul-stirring.

He held the hand of the owner of the golden bell, staring at him for a moment: "Is that you? In the cave in the secret realm... is that you?"

The owner of the golden bell didn't speak, but just kept looking at him with that kind of hazy eyes, and when his kiss fell, he opened his lips with the aroma of strong wine to meet him.

……

The next day, Shuai Zhang.

The personal guard came in with water and saw that the prince was already awake: "Your Highness."

Chu Yiyang responded, and turned around. The guard saw the obvious red mark on the collarbone of His Highness the Prince, and stopped in his footsteps.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a hickey, but...it shouldn't be.

The young guards walked over while staring at the trace. They had been guarding outside last night and did not see anyone coming in or out.In addition to what happened to the civilian girl yesterday, it is impossible for His Highness to be absurd at this time.

He looked at the expression of His Highness the Crown Prince, it seemed that His Highness didn't know the existence of the mark, and there was only one place...it must be a bug.

The personal guard put down the basin and said honestly, "Your Highness, let me order some herbs to repel insects for you today."

Chu Yiyang: "Yes."

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Minghe: Excessive morality and respect restrained him, and in reality he turned around and left——

Me: In the dream, he went straight up.

This is masculine, but not completely masculine.

On the day of being enchanted, the lost horse admitted positively that it should be 35, and I can still play 15 later, happy!

感谢在2021-10-0703:46:24~2021-10-0802:41:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: sharpen the knife, and one is not allowed to become a master after the founding of the People's Republic of China;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：曲某有事要奏30瓶；2340060920瓶；克礼6瓶；纳娜5瓶；雨落清秋、小怪兽2瓶；哈哈哈1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!