Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 915 Defloration
Murong Feixing looked at Murong Feilan speechlessly, "Brother, haven't you found someone you want to marry yet?"

"I've been looking for it all this time," Murong Feilan said seriously, "It's a pity that the fate has not come, no one wants to marry me."

"Are you joking?" Murong Feixing was speechless, when the autumn wind blew, a very pleasant smell wafted from the tip of his nose.

This taste is the best among Hou Liao people who smell like beef and mutton. It is as fresh and pleasant as the snow lotus growing on the snowy area.

This is what his big brother smells like.

To be honest, before coming to the south, Murong Feixing didn't know what smell is. In his opinion, beef and mutton don't have smell at all. A man's body smells like sweat at most, but so what, he's not a woman. I really care.

A real man in Xueyuan who doesn't take a bath!

But later, when he came to the Northern Wei Dynasty and the South, where nomadic life had been lost, and met Ji Jiashu and other aristocratic princes, he realized that... the Hou Liao people really had different tastes.

Especially those big soldiers who don't eat fruits and vegetables at all, the smell on their bodies is really different from each other.

Only then did he know that because the Hou Liao people ate beef and mutton as their staple food, they seldom ate fruits and vegetables before doing business with the former Qin Dynasty, and they dealt with livestock all day long, so they had a fishy smell on their bodies.

But after returning from the south, Murong Feixing discovered that his elder brother didn't have that smell.

He used to think that his elder brother used some kind of spices, but then he found out that his elder brother was even more fragrant than a woman like his elder sister-in-law and second sister-in-law...

It stands to reason that his elder brother would not use spices himself and not give them to the women in the palace...

Later, he remembered from the performance he gave to his eldest brother at the family banquet. It seems that his eldest brother has liked to be vegetarian since the beginning of trade between Liao and the mainland.

Originally, Murong Feixing thought that smart people are vegetarians, but later he couldn't help but ask his elder brother to find out, it turned out that Murong Feilan accidentally discovered that the eminent monks on the snowy field had no smell on them, and after asking them for advice, they learned that they had been eating all the time. He eats vegetarian food such as green grass, so he started to be a vegetarian when he returned to the palace, and insisted on scrubbing his body with ice and snow every day.

Scrubbing his body with ice and snow on the cold snowy field... Murong Feixing felt that this person was really weird after thinking about it.

What's even weirder is that he doesn't understand why his elder brother would do this. You must know that Hou Liao people can't detect the smell on their body, let alone dislike it.

His eldest brother's habit started before he got married.

"Brother," Murong Feixing couldn't help asking, having a rare time with Murong Feilan to spend time with each other, sniffing the smell of snow lotus on the tip of his nose, "No one dislikes the smell on your body, why did you always have to be a vegetarian before?"

If it were him, it would be unbearable for a day.

Seven years have passed, even if many things are told, no one will know. Murong Feilan smiled and looked at him when he heard the words, "Because my eldest brother once thought that he would marry a girl from the south in the future."

He was afraid that she would not be used to the smell and think he stinks, so he became a vegetarian and bathed in snow water every day.

Murong Feixing's eyes widened.

The eldest brother has never mentioned this matter to him before!
Looking at his younger brother's staring eyes, Murong Feilan gave a wry smile, feeling that he was a little abnormal today, and unexpectedly had the desire to confide in him after a long time.

Could it be because I saw the Qin people in front of the mountain road for a long time?

Thinking of those eyes that gave him a sense of familiarity behind the veil, Murong Feilan narrowed his eyes, probably his illusion.

"But what happened later?" Seeing that Murong Feilan remained silent, Murong Feixing asked while shaking his arm.

There is a huge age difference between him and his eldest brother and second brother. He only knew that his elder brother was not really married, but he never expected that there would be such a charming past.

"Later?" Murong Feilan was startled.

"Later, she died."

Murong Feixing was stunned when he heard the words, Murong Feilan raised his head, looked at the ice and snow on the top of the cold mountain, and sighed slightly.

Later, she died.

He originally thought that such a special woman like her, no matter who she married as a princess, would be able to live with such a bright and beautiful posture and continue to bring miracles one after another, but he didn't expect that all the stories were twisted in the clouds The middle came to an abrupt end, leaving him unprepared.

Really unprepared.

In the autumn wind, Murong Feilan breathed lightly, and a faint fragrance surrounded him, as did the pain that hadn't faded away in eight years. There was still a decent smile on the corner of his mouth, but Murong Feixing was watching from the side. But there is some discoloration.

Why did he feel that his elder brother, who was so wise since he was a child, who never failed to get anything he wanted, and who showed no emotions, seemed to be crying?
This horrifying thought made Murong Feixing rub his eyes fiercely, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was wrong, his elder brother was clearly smiling.

"Brother..." He couldn't help calling out, but Murong Feilan looked back at him and suddenly asked, "What kind of person is that Nanchu Chunhua Jun?"

Murong Feixing was stunned for a moment, but his expression became serious the next moment. Although he liked to tease that kid, he also knew that his elder brother was the crown prince of a country, so he couldn't joke about this kind of evaluation.

"Chunhua," Murong Feixing said solemnly after thinking for a while, "he is the only true gentleman that I have seen in so many years."

"A gentleman," repeating the word, Murong Feilan's eyes flickered, "Coincidentally, your elder brother has only met one real gentleman in his life."

And that gentleman spent nearly ten years picking off the most noble flower in their life.

Murong Feixing was stunned, he knew that Murong Feilan had never met Ji Jiashu before, so the gentleman he was talking about was naturally someone else.

The next moment what Murong Feilan said almost shocked his jaw.

"Gentlemen, don't they please girls?" Murong Feixing looked at Ji Jiashu's back while looking at his elder brother with his chin in his hands.

How did he know!He is not a gentleman!
Murong Feixing was speechless, but seeing his elder brother's strange eyes, his heart moved.

He felt that the eldest brother's usually stable mood was a little abnormal now, and it might be a good time to make a routine.

To be honest, he felt that as the future king of Hou Liao, his elder brother's harem was too empty. He wished that his elder brother would marry more women and have more sons, so that the father would not turn his attention to his younger son. body.

Murong Feixing didn't think his eldest brother had any physical problems as a normal man, it was just that his vision was too high. The eldest brother was usually busy with state affairs and didn't have time to look for it, but he had time!

Remembering that Murong Feilan mentioned women for the first time, Murong Feixing made up his mind to ask his elder brother's preferences for women, so he mustered up the courage to ask, "Brother, the woman you mentioned that almost married you... "

"Huh?" Murong Feilan's eyes looked over, and Murong Feixing's back actually went cold, but remembering that he almost married the saint girl of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he still asked bravely.

"What kind of woman is that? Is she beautiful?"

Murong Feixing found that when he asked the last sentence, Murong Feilan's eyes became obviously dangerous.His heart was pounding, and he didn't feel that he had asked the wrong question. After all, how could it be possible for his elder brother to miss him if he was not beautiful?

Just when Murong Feixing thought that Murong Feilan would not answer, the man looking into the distance suddenly spoke.

"The most special thing about her is not her appearance, but if you ask me how I felt when I saw her for the first time."

"Her," Murong Feilan stared at the snow and ice on the distant mountain, "she has an unstoppable beauty, an indescribable beauty."

(End of this chapter)