The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

[Of course, all this only exists on the premise of seeing it. 】

[There is no one else around you now]

[This is your alone time. 】

[The princess's horse walked forward until it reached the end of the wheat field. 】

"Stop, Ian," Morgan said.

"I want to go down and have a look."

"Okay, my lady."

Ian served Morgan expertly.

With a very graceful movement she landed on the field road.

"Ian, take me to the wheat field where the growth is best."

"I understand, my lady."

At Morgan's request, Ian held her hand and led her to a wheat field that was growing most gratifyingly.

This is the one that occupies the most fertile land and the most nourishing water source among all wheat fields.

Therefore, compared with other wheat fields, people with a discerning eye can immediately tell that it is different.

Morgan walked over.

She broke off an ear of wheat, looked at it, selected it for a while, and then pinched off a few seeds.

"Ian, come here."

"Yes."

"Open your mouth."

"what--"

Morgan placed his seed-coated fingers on Ian's tongue.

"Ian, eat it."

Ian nodded, then took Morgan's slender fingers into his mouth.

And she, with a hint of playfulness, gently stirred it between his lips for a while, and then pulled out her fingers with a look of pleasure on her face.

"How do wheat ears taste?"

"...It seems a little painful."

"Any other feelings?"

"...dry."

Morgan frowned slightly - this expression didn't seem to be a good sign.

"Ian, the situation is a little more troublesome than imagined."

"My magic seems to be difficult to reverse the land's decline."

"It's not your fault, my lady."

Ian took the ear of wheat from Morgan and tasted some more.

He smiled and said:

"And my dear princess, there are still sweet and plump ears in this."

“It’s good that you can notice the flaws, but please don’t forget the beautiful things that are made because of you.”

"Your magic is indeed of great benefit to us, so I hope you won't feel sad because of it."

Hearing these words, Morgan sneered.

"Hey, Ian, don't you want to make me sad when you say these things?"

"My Lady, you asked me to marry you, didn't you do it so that I wouldn't have to be sad because of a bad woman?" Ian replied respectfully, "We have the same idea."

"Ian, you really know how to put yourself in someone else's shoes."

Morgan turned around and hooked Ian's chin with the fingers that had been stained with wheat ears.

"But aren't you worried that I am also a bad woman?"

"I'm really not worried," Ian said calmly.

"If you, my Lady, were a bad woman, I think I would have died long ago without a burial place."

"Even if you take a step back, if you, the Queen, are really a so-called bad woman, spending so much time on me may be enough to prove that your ability in this area is slightly lacking."

"I-en." Morgan stared at the knight in front of him, "Are you trying to express that I have no charm?"

"I'm sorry, my lady, that's not what I meant."

"No, you are." Morgan crossed his arms.

"I am angry."

"I'm going to punish you now."

"I'll punish you by clinging to my ego for a day."

Although they know that each other may have more important things to do.

But Ian understood that this was a relaxation that there was no reason to refuse - and he knew that Morgan felt the same way.

Although after that, it might be a little difficult for the two of them to explain where the day went.

But what does it matter?

"As you command, my lady."

"Well, get on your horse."

[You and Morgan are back on the war horse. 】

[You don’t have any destination, but you are avoiding this question tacitly. 】

[You know that you will discuss many beautiful things on this day, whether it is the wedding or the future. 】

[But what you don’t know is: tonight, you will discover another secret. 】

36. A problem on horseback

[You and Morgan start to play around. 】

[Perhaps knowing that no one will see you, Morgan's actions have become a lot bolder. 】

[To be precise, the hint is a lot bolder. 】

Morgan said nothing.

But that hand as white as snow slowly touched the back of Ian's hand holding the horse rope.

Her index finger and middle finger were slightly separated, forming a small space, and then she rubbed back and forth on Ian's index finger.

Ian knew what this meant.

"Your Majesty the Queen."

"Ok?"

"Your hands are very soft."

Ian pulled on the horse's rope.

The good horse under the two men came to a slow stop, appearing docile yet steady.

"And I don't think that's going to be your softest spot."

"Ian." Morgan pressed Ian's finger, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"If you are stupid, I won't know." Ian smiled slightly, "But if you are smart, you will definitely know."

Hearing this, Morgan let go of Ian's fingers, and she whispered:

"Ian, put your arms around me."

"Okay, my lady."

[You hugged Morgan's waist. 】

【That is the delicacy that makes people forget to leave no matter how many times they touch it. 】

[With your help, Morgan turned around gracefully on the horse. 】

"Ian."

Morgan patted the knight's face.

"Did you forget something?"

"You are now a knight to be punished by me, not a lover to enjoy."

"It's my bad memory, my lady."

"Yeah." Morgan nodded with satisfaction, "Then I'll punish you to answer another question."

The princess slowly fell back and lay on her horse.

Her full head of hair is scattered in the pony's clean and smooth mane, forming a two-color picture with clear boundaries, but without losing the beauty.

"Ian."

"You know?" Morgan looked at Ian above him, "It's not easy to get this horse to sit on another person."

"I need to let it know that you are my chess piece and a knight loyal to me."

"This process is actually not simple, nor is it stable."

"so--"

The corners of Morgan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a slightly playful smile.

Her fingers gently hooked Ian's chin.

"If the horse feels anything too strange, it will be frightened and run away."

"Stupid knight, how are you going to solve this problem while obeying my orders?"

"I'm curious."

"I see." Ian responded to Morgan's words, "It seems that I may not be able to solve this problem."

"But I think, Princess Queen, you must have a way to solve this problem."

"Oh--?"

Morgan tangled his fingers in Ian's hair.

"But Ian, even if I know the solution to the problem, what does it have to do with you?"

"Yes, my lady, you know how to solve this problem and it may not have anything to do with me."

"But - for you, this will be the next key."

"Ian, what do you mean?"

"My Lady, you don't need to guess, I will reveal the answer to you now."

Ian completely let go of the horse's rope - this is indeed an excellent war horse, and it still maintains strict discipline even after the horse's rope is loosened.

As for Ian's freed hands, one held Morgan's hands, and the other rested on Morgan's waist.

"My Lady, I think I know where my hand can be softer than yours."

"And it will be the key to solving the problems we face."

"Ian."

The princess, whose hands were held, felt the hands of the knight who had thoughts.

She didn't resent the contact from the other party, but just asked a question.