Chapter 71 The love of the like-minded young people is bright, open and solemn, like...
The love of young people is bright, frank and solemn, like a goose feather quilt in the dead of winter, gently hugging her, warm, fluffy and reassuring.
Mu Xue stared at him for a long while, then suddenly lowered her head.
So this is what it feels like to be cherished and loved.
This brought back some memories hidden in time, those family members and friends who had given her the sunshine. It was so long ago, so long ago that she could no longer remember their facial features, just a hazy ball of light. In those gray nights in the Forbidden City, she had dreamed of those small lights many times.
But the one in front of him was Dorji, with clear features and eyebrows, and he could be touched with just a raise of the hand.
No, although it is both love, there are actually some differences.
The restlessness and uneasiness caused by being stared at by his scorching eyes is unique.
Her palms were slightly sweaty and her pulse was beating, again and again, with excitement.
A very strange and unprecedented taste.
She should be happy that he cherished her so much. But she felt a little sad for no reason, and felt a little wronged. It was like being alone in the rain for a long time at night, and suddenly seeing an umbrella in sight, she felt wronged.
It turns out it's you.
But it came many years late.
But she still felt happy.
They sat in silence, and from afar they could hear the monotonous chirping of katydids in the grass.
Dorji looked at her, and seeing that she just lowered her head, he silently moved an inch away from him, took a deep breath, and pretended to be calm.
"It's okay. If you're still shy, we can go to the Japanese side..."
Before he could finish, Mu Xue interrupted him: "I want you."
She raised her hand and gently stroked his face.
"Dundub Dorji, I want you."
The red candle in the tent burst into flames, and the young man suddenly leaned over, tightly grasped the back of her neck, and pulled her towards him. It was like a sudden strong wind on the grassland, whistling, entangling people dizzily, tightly, and tighter.
The sword was thrown aside, the candlelight flickered, and in the chaotic breathing, she pulled his belt, without knowing how to do it. The more she pulled, the tangled it became, and the tighter it became.
Their ears rubbed against each other, and a low laugh was heard. Dorji let her go and stood still.
The candlelight outlined the contours of his body, with broad shoulders and long legs, standing tall like a pine tree.
With his back to the light, he placed his hands lightly on his belt and slowly and slowly untied it.
Those amber eyes looked at her with a bit of beast-like wantonness and temptation.
First it was the cold and heavy armor, and then the red thin silk robe - he loved to wear such bright colors, and it suited him. The red color made him look more spirited and energetic, and he was truly a man of fine clothes and a dashing horse, a dashing man on the frontier.
The man in red robe fell quietly to the ground, and his strong body, nurtured by the vastness of the grassland, was displayed before her without reservation.
Muxue clutched the red felt carpet tightly and had to admit that Dorji did have reason to be proud.
The broad chest is narrowed downwards, with a strong waist, obvious abdominal muscle contours, and further downwards——
She swallowed.
Really? Can you afford it?
"Touch it, please, Princess."
Dorji's voice was unusually hoarse.
He was standing and she was sitting, but he was begging her.
Realizing this, Mu Xue's breathing became disordered for a moment and her eyes lit up.
She heard her own voice, like an order: "Then come here and kneel down."
The offensive and defensive positions change.
The young prince of Mobei knelt before her.
His posture is humble, but his eyes hide a bit of wildness and playfulness.
"Close your eyes."
"What?"
She raised her foot and stepped lightly on him with her soft-soled embroidered shoes, repeating, "Close your eyes."
Dorji took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Mu Xue got up, blew out the candle, and the tent became dark.
In the darkness of the night, she completely relaxed. The night was dim, as if it could hide all her thoughts.
The skirt was soaked and stuck to my body, which was uncomfortable. After I took it off, I felt a little cold.
But it soon became hot. It was summer after all, and the tent was stuffy.
She groped her way over and sat down slowly, moving very slowly.
The progress was not easy, she was ready to back out, and moved slightly upwards, trying to stand up, but was held down by a pair of large hands, unable to move.
"Princess, your promise is worth a thousand gold. Are you going to run away from the battlefield?"
"No." Actually, I did think about it a little.
"Take your time, I will serve you well..." In the night, Dorji gently bit her ear, "Master."
Mu Xue, turn your face away? Bad guy! She thought with some shame and anger.
Why did he have to call her like this at this moment?
But...the sound surges.
No mind? Thinking too much, Dorji exerted force on her hands, the world spun around, and she was gently laid down on the red felt carpet.
My ankles were grabbed and pulled apart. It was too dark at night and I couldn't see anything clearly.
The only real feeling was the shiver his furry hair caused when it brushed against my skin.
Her eyes became a little blurry and finally out of focus.
A long, hot night.
A wolf paced on the grassland, searching for a long time, and finally saw a river, sipping water from it.
The clouds broke and the moon came out, the moonlight poured down and shone on the boundless green.
On a midsummer night, the window on the roof of the tent was open and the moonlight could be seen.
In the moonlight that flickered from time to time, she heard his voice, calling her name over and over again, saying that he loved her.
His arms held her tightly, and beads of sweat on his forehead fell down, hot.
When the final moment came, she held him tightly with her arms, her voice trembling: "I love you."
Tonight, she loved him.
In response to Muxue's words, Dorji came closer with even more enthusiasm.
I was so tired that I fell into a deep sleep without even dreaming, neither a nightmare nor a sweet dream.
Have a good night's sleep.
Was Muxue woken up by the heat? Dorji was like a big furnace, and he insisted on holding her tightly.
She pushed his arm gently and sat up.
As soon as she left his arms, Dorji opened his eyes drowsily and asked, "Where are you going?"
She wasn't fully awake yet, but her hand subconsciously grabbed her wrist.
Mu Xue picked up a small shirt from the ground with one hand and covered it: "It's dawn, time to get up."
"What can stop you?" Dorji smiled at her, his eyes sparkling, and he looked very proud. "I kissed every inch of it."
"Don't talk."
Mu Xue simply threw the shirt at his face, covering his hateful mouth and eyes.
He laughed, a muffled laugh.
Muxue hurriedly picked up her clothes, a skirt on the east side and a shirt on the west side. After she put them on hastily, she walked in front of Dorji and complained.
"How dare you say that, you were born in the Year of the Dog?"
It was more than just a kiss, he was clearly biting it, like a ball of teeth growing.
Dorji turned over, sat up carelessly, pulled her wrist over, and bit it again. It didn't hurt, just a slight tingle.
"I can't help it, Muxue is so cute."
It was strange, he had never had such a habit before, but when he saw her, he couldn't help but want to bite her.
Mu Xue tapped his forehead with her backhand and pushed him away: "That's enough. There's still a lot to do. At least put on your silk pants. I'll call someone."
At the door of the accounting office, the maid on night duty had actually been waiting for a long time but did not dare to go in.
The maid looked at Rong'er and said, "Aunt, do you want to wake up?"
Rong'er was also a little hesitant. They all who were on duty heard the noise last night, at least two or three times. Just hearing about it made them blush and their hearts beat fast. They knew what the scene in the tent would be like without even thinking about it.
The princess has always been shy and might not be happy for her maid to rashly enter the tent.
She looked at the sky and prepared to wait a little longer, and then greet outside the tent if she really couldn't hold on any longer.
Fortunately, the princess woke up and called out, "You can come in and serve me."
Rong Er heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and said to the second-class maid, "Tell someone to bring the boiled water over, and I'll call you in again."
After giving the instructions, she opened the curtain and went in alone, holding a tray of new clothes.
The extinguished candle lamp had fallen to the ground, and the lamp oil had spilled onto a small portion of the felt carpet, which was also wrinkled. The rosewood bed frame had shifted slightly to the east.
Rong'er, with the self-control of a first-class maid, walked to the princess' side without looking around, but still saw a faint red mark on her fair neck.
Fortunately, she was smart and took a white silk dragon flower, which came in handy at this moment.
After finally washing and dressing, the sun had already risen high in the sky.
Mu Xue walked out of the big tent and saw that the others had packed their bags and were ready to leave at any time. She couldn't help but blush.
All the people, along with the horses and camels, were waiting for her and Dorji.
She immediately put on the veil to cover her face tightly.
Rong Er whispered, "Princess, please take another carriage. The servants have already prepared it."
The carriage that the princess was originally riding in was given to the wounded, and the carriage that the maids and nannies were riding in was prepared overnight, which was just the right size for the princess to ride in.
Mu Xue originally planned to ride back on horseback, but... she was in some physical discomfort, so she nodded: "Okay."
Just give a glare to the culprit Dorji.
Dorji smiled and winked at her, looking proud.
The troops set off. Muxue sat on the cart, leaning against a soft pillow. Although she was sleepy, she didn't dare to sleep.
Was it possible that the encounter with the horse bandits had not yet passed? For a long time, Mu Xue was still somewhat nervous about taking a nap in the car.
What if a group of people come out and rob you while you're asleep?
This stretch of land is a desert with no human habitation for thousands of miles, and the remnants of the Dzungar tribe are bandits. It is indeed not very safe.
She held a pink tourmaline eighteen-bead bracelet in her hand, gently moving the tourmalines, thinking about her worries.
This attack was not a big deal, but it was not a small one either. Although it was a disaster, if handled properly, it might turn out to be a blessing in disguise and bring some real benefits to oneself.
Tushetu Khan's Khan Ama will definitely receive news in the coming days.
How can she maximize her own interests?
When you are thinking about something, time passes faster.
Halfway through the journey, the sound of horse hooves came. The leader, Dorji, looked around for a moment and made sure that the people coming were carrying the flag of the Tushetu Khanate. Then he ordered the guards to sheath their swords.
The one who came was Dorji’s uncle, Chaolu.
"Bald? Beast! Galdan was dead and eaten by vultures, but he still harms people!" Chao Lu cursed, "Fortunately, you and the princess are fine."
When he received the news that the princess's troop had been attacked, even Tushetu Khan, who had experienced so much, was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.
The princess represents the reputation of the Qing court. The war has just ended. What would the emperor think if something happened to her in the territory of Mobei?
Would he doubt the loyalty of Khalkha? Or would he send troops to Kulun? If so, the war might start again. Or would the emperor be able to see clearly and know that it was an accident, and just give a warning.
Tushetu Khan could not refuse, so he quickly sent troops under the command of Chaolu to escort them.
If the Khan was so nervous, Chaolu should be even more so.
On the way to the palace, too many things flashed through his mind. If something happened to Dorji, or if something happened to the princess, then Dorji would definitely be in trouble. In short, if something went wrong with his nephew, the future Khanship might fall to that annoying Dahai. That would be too bad!
God bless you, are the princess and Dorji all right?
Chao Lu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Dorji, puzzled: "Why do I feel that you are quite happy?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
