The trump card against the heavenly concubine

Chapter 212 [His Royal Highness's intentional difficulty] 01
"Yuezhen, you don't know. At that time I roasted game. It's not like I was roasting game. It was like roasting game. My whole body was black." Nansheng Moyu looked up at Huang Huang. Yuezhen smiled.

Huang Yuezhen took a bite of the chicken leg, "I thought Moyu Shizi has always been like this, so clean that he doesn't get a speck of dust, he doesn't understand human fireworks, and he doesn't even eat."

"Hehe, I'm not a god. Thinking about that short period of time, I still miss it. Although the life in the frontier is more difficult than that at home, it is much more interesting than that at home. I like those people very much," Nansheng Moyu said. These are like going back to that time, the smile on the face is shining brightly, and the beauty is indescribable.

Huang Yuezhen did not think of this seemingly seductive Nansheng Moyu, thinking that he was spoiled and spoiled since childhood, but in his bones he had a complex of loving the frontier battlefield like a soldier.

"Yuezhen, have you ever been to the desert in the frontier?" Nansheng Moyu asked Huang Yuezhen, Huang Yuezhen shook her head slightly, she had never been to an ancient one, but a modern one, and she still drove an off-road vehicle. of.

"Where, it's filled with sand and dust all year round. Although it's not as beautiful as Yueqing City, it makes people feel heroic when looking at it. I remember a poem written like this: The sand in the desert is like snow, and the Yanshan Mountain The moon is like a hook, why should the gold connect the brain, and the horse rides the clear autumn." Nansheng Moyu looked up at the sky slightly, and said with great emotion.

[This poem is excerpted from Li He, 32 Poems of Ma (Part [-])]

[Yuqi: Why did I think of Yang Kun's 32 concerts as soon as I wrote 32?I believe in your evil o(︶︿︶)o! 】

"Yuezhen hasn't seen it, but when I have a chance, I'll take you to see it." Nansheng Moyu promised.

Huang Yuezhen still nodded with a smile, still eating the delicious roast chicken.

"Yuezhen, I remember the first time I saw you, you were so tall at that time. You were so shy at that time, your face turned red when you saw me, and you couldn't complete a sentence when you talked to me. Thinking about it now, you were quite cute back then." Nansheng Moyu looked at Huang Yuezhen, and slowly recalled their previous affairs.

Huang Yuezhen just ate the grilled chicken and smiled dryly, she was still as shy as before, her eyes were as watery without too much emotion.

She did remember the scene of meeting Nansheng Moyu for the first time, after all, this was Huang Yuezhen's deepest memory before.

I still remember that day, it was a cold winter, and the sky was snowing heavily.

Du Zhongtian took Huang Yuezhen to Nanzheng Palace to visit, before eating, Huang Yuezhen was curious and bored with the Palace, and walked to the garden of Nanzheng Palace by herself.

Under the wintersweet blossoms in full bloom in the garden, the pale pink petals are accompanied by snowflakes falling from time to time. There is a handsome young man standing in the snow-covered sky in a snow-like robe, holding a hand that is a little red from the cold. The sword is dancing seriously.

At that time, Huang Yuezhen stopped and stood behind him, looking at Nansheng Moyu Wujian seriously and curiously.

His sword-wielding movements are particularly beautiful, that white robe is almost integrated with the whole scene, his long black hair is flying wantonly with his movements, and the flowing swordsmanship in his hand has a faint The flashing sword light is like a dancing ribbon, silvery white, dancing very beautifully.

(End of this chapter)