Lanling covered the moon

Chapter 277 Undercurrent

Wandering among the endless blue sky and yellow sand, the clothes on my body have already been dried out by the wind and sun.

The bell on the horse's neck is ringing, and the wind is running like a pair of wings in the boundless world.

Murong Chong said that he was sitting behind Zimo, and if the pursuers dared to shoot in the dark, they would shoot him first.

Zimo didn't have time to cover the mouth of this unrestrained person, but his heart was weak and turned into that trickle, and he just wanted to run around hand in hand forever like this.

"where to?"

"Ah?" Murong Chong asked him abruptly, and Mo Mo, who was distracted, was a little bit at a loss for words.Murong Chong lowered his head to see the expression of this man, and smiled, the rein in his hand tightened to encircle the man in his arms even tighter.

Zimo blushed, it seemed that he was so preoccupied with the love affair with the woman there that he completely forgot about his appearance.

With his state of mind, he really didn't put the family and country affairs first.

"Let's go, just send me here." The man was still leaning on the man's chest, Zi Mo said so, turning his face away and suppressing the reluctance and remembrance in his heart.

Sending you off for thousands of miles requires a farewell. Both of them understand this truth, but no one wants to mention it.

"...Let me see you off again." Murong Chong only lowered his head and tapped the top of Pian Zimo's head lightly with his chin. This soft call easily defeated the bottom line he had finally built up in his heart. .Why was he willing to let Murong go away?How is he willing to let this person be separated again to a place out of his reach? !

It's far from Qi. . . . . .Send another section, just a section of the road!

Zimo wavered, nodded in the man's arms, Murong Chong smiled, nodded his head with his chin, and hugged him even tighter.

The world is barren and the earth is cold, if only the two of them grow old together, that would be great. . . . . .

If Yan State's pursuers lost their tracks in the desert, they would definitely set up checkpoints at various passes in front of them. This road was dangerous, although he was unwilling to let Murong Chong accompany him on the adventure, but in this kind of food It is not a complete solution to let him go alone where it is difficult to find water without food.

"Then let's say goodbye when we get to the place where there are people in front. Don't say no. If you are caught by people from Qi State, it will be a dilemma for me." This is the last bottom line in Zi Mo's heart. Back, only once. . . . . .

"Okay." Fenghuang solemnly agreed, "Don't think about anything, just treat our current time as stolen from the hands of God, there is no Lanling King here, there is no Murong Chong here, you see there is nothing here, only you It's just me." Murong Chong hugged the man tightly against his chest, raised the whip in his hand, and the horse he stole from the passing caravan ran even faster.

That's right, he is not Murong Chong, nor is he Gao Changgong, that would be great. . . . . .And if not, then who are they?In this mundane world, such love and love must have a predestined relationship.

Like a strong wind blowing yellow sand, it is the saddest and saddest.

Don't ask about the way out, don't ask about the future, just recklessly for a while, wanting to be with you for a longer time.

Zimo's hand tightly grasped Fenghuang's, so determined and free and easy in his heart.The yellow sand is rolling, just accompanied by the bells on the horse's neck, playing melodiously and purely all the way.

From day to dark, and from dark to day.When finally there is another place where the stream runs, it has been three days since I escaped.

The stars and all things move, and the moon rises back to its nest and rests.On that lonely old tree, birds kept coming together from afar.Shuangsu and double dwelling on that branch, intertwining their title feathers, is full of warm ambiguity and birdsong.

Zimo stared blankly at the sunset bird over there, his eyes were brightly illuminated by the warm sun.While patting his face with water, he looked up and saw Murong Chong smiling at him.

"What are you laughing at?" In fact, he knew why the Phoenix was laughing at him, he was still such a sentimental person.Birth and death, bloody storms, and even his hands were stained with thick scarlet, but there was no way to wipe out his kind of heart.If the world has always been so warm and full of scenery, it will not live up to this great river and mountain.

"I didn't laugh at you, it's just that you are so beautiful. Seeing you intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and revealing an attitude that overwhelms all living beings, how can I not be overwhelmed by it?" Fenghuang teased.

"Nonsense, clearly meant to be mocking." Zi Mo poured some water over to Fenghuang, drips of water hanging on the tip of the man's nose and lips.Murong Chong was stunned for a moment, but he didn't fight back, he simply wiped his face, lightly licked the water droplets from the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"It looks like I'm going to rest here tonight, I'll go..." Zi Mo turned around, but Murong Chong hugged his waist behind him.

"There's no need to sleep in the wild, this place is not far from the city of Gu Gu, we'll be there in two hours." Murong bit Zimo's ear but said very serious words.

. . . . . .In fact, Zi Mo has already softened his bones, and he felt even more embarrassed after hearing Murong Chong say this.Looking up at Fenghuang's teasing expression, he knew that he deliberately made a fool of himself.

Shaking off the man's hand, Zimo settled his expression, and said, "Jugu City? It's a well-known desert oasis there. Did we come here these days? I thought you knew the way But it's nonsense..." Although the city of Pugu is a small place, it is an important commercial city for the northern desert countries to the Central Plains.Although it is small, it neither turns to the Turks nor relies on Rouran, but relies on the status of this oasis city to become a school of its own, and is proud of its business connections.Nagu City extends in all directions, but it is some distance away from the borders of Qi State and the surrounding big countries.When Murong Chong brought him here, he had indeed considered it.

Thinking that this city would probably be the end of their desperation, Zi Mo felt sad for no reason.However, even if they knew the ending of parting ways, they couldn't waste any more time on such a self-forgetful journey.

"Why do you look sad and don't want to go?" Murong Chong stared at Zi Mo, his eyes could not escape the slightest expression.In fact, he asked knowingly, maybe, he also hoped that Chang Gong would tell him why the two of them returned to the position where each other was imprisoned, without any restraint, and that it would be good to wander the world incognito since then.

But he, Murong Chong, was willing to part with the throne of Dayan, but Chang Gong might not be able to part with the city of Ye. . . . . .

There was a chill in his eyes, as expected, Chang Gong still shook his head after all kinds of entanglements, and said: "Go, I haven't had a good rest for several days, and I will definitely find a comfortable place to settle down when I go to the city."

After speaking, Zimo turned back to lead the horse.And Murong Chong looked straight at that figure, although it was expected, but his eyes still couldn't hide his disappointment.

Fenghuang murmured: "Chang Gong, I do everything for your own good. You are too kind-hearted, and you are always entangled by favors, why don't you let me help you..."

With cold eyes, Fenghuang has long since lost the tender tenderness just now, only the cold determination.Zimo waved at him, and the two rode together on the same horse and started on the road again, completely missing the unique mark Murong Chong secretly left on the tree.

It was already late at night when we arrived in Gucheng, so Zimo found an inn that was still open and rested with Murong Chong.People fall asleep as soon as they touch the soft mattress, so what else can they care about.It wasn't until the second day that the sun shone brightly, and the dazzling sunlight dazzled sleepy eyes, that Zimo woke up.

Fenghuang wrapped his arms around his waist, as if he was still in a deep sleep.But the long eyelashes fluttered inadvertently, betraying the little thought of this person.

Zimo smiled and pinched the man's nose, Fenghuang gasped for breath, opened his beautiful eyes, and laughed heartily.

"Miss, why don't you let your husband sleep a little longer, but you miss me?" With a bit of force, Murong Chong turned over and covered Zi Mo under his body.The body fits snugly, even after running around for several days and nights, but standing upright is not energetic, making people blush.

His face turned red, but Zimo thought of someone because of this lady's joke.

It seemed that a basin of water had been splashed on his head, and for some reason, a different kind of emotion gradually rose in his heart.Murong Chong immediately pressed his hot lips deeply, and in the obsessive entanglement of forgetfulness, guilt and guilt, Zi Mo felt strange because of Gao Zhan!

Aware of this change, Zimo himself couldn't help being surprised.How could he make things difficult for him like this?He and Gao Zhan only had a three-year agreement, subject to helpless situations and compromises.This is completely different from the deep affection at the moment, why should he put all the anxiety and blame on himself for that piece of marriage letter? !

There were many distracting thoughts in my heart, so naturally the kiss was not so affectionate.

Phoenix is ​​in love with everything, but finds that the person in his arms is half-hearted and not so dedicated.Nana raised her bowed head and looked at Zimo intently and vigilantly. There was disbelief in his eyes, but suspicion and sadness in his eyes.

"Why...?" Fenghuang sensed the strangeness of this person, and the emotion in his eyes was gradually hurt by disappointment and anger.

He has always been a proud person, how can he tolerate the fact that his true love is still thinking about the third person in the bed? !He tightened his grip on Zimo's wrist, and his eyes were full of unspeakable madness and rebellion.

The previous Phoenix was always gentle and gentle. When we meet again, why is this person aggressive again?

Maybe his reaction just now was too indifferent, not like the joy after reuniting after a long absence?Just disappointed, thinking that he is no longer as affectionate and infatuated as before?

Reassuring himself, and not minding being bound in such a small space with his hands bound, Zimo comforted him with a smile: "I'm hungry, my stomach is growling, you are fine, eat all the dry food I brought with me, and I will be safe." Already?" After a few words, the cloud was calm.

. . . . . .Murong Chong was stunned for a moment, looking at the man's mischievous and sincere eyes, the original resentment couldn't help being discouraged.

Reluctantly lowering his head and smiling bitterly, he simply let go of the man and turned over and sat up on the bed.

He had nothing to do with Chang Gong, he knew that this man was lying, but seeing his appearance, he couldn't bear to get really angry with him.

Gao Zhan, the instigator was that Gao Zhan. He had to be forced to leave Chang Gong when he wanted to get rid of him, and then they met again.Without that person, everything will return to how it was before.Without that person, he and Chang Gong would be as high as the sky and as wide as the sea, just like the couple of gods and immortals regardless of their love for each other!

At the beginning, everyone in Qi State said that he was just a downcast prince with an alluring face, who betrayed his appearance to survive since he was a child, so they didn't take him seriously at all.

Heh, his notorious Murong Chong will definitely make the Emperor Gao Zhan of Qi understand that it's not that he, Murong Chong, is afraid to fight and can't fight, but that if he makes a move, he will definitely hit it with one blow, and he will never allow others to fight back Room!Hitting the snake to seven inches, cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots, this is his consistent style of Murong Chong!

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Transitional chapter, written very slowly, okay?