C15

Love is hard to figure out, perhaps even a thunderstorm can not shock the spark of love, but a chance, may create a love of miracles.

He looked at Xin Xiuxuan and asked, "Big brother Xunxuan, the Mongolian man's home is on the horse blanket. Would you like me to be your master?"

She had never pursued a beautiful young girl before.

When Xin Youxuan heard this, her heart was filled with excitement.

No answer, no sound.

Xin Youxuan immediately collapsed onto the horse's back and passionately kissed it.

He threw away the reins. In his panic, his robes had already fallen to the ground.

Let it blow away with the wind, as if adding a colorful cloud to the dark night.

Xin Youxuan shouted domineeringly, "Let us be together forever!"

This was exactly what Wu Zhangkong desired, hugging the man he loved tightly.

Xin Youxuan quickly took in the sight carefully. It was as if she was admiring a rare treasure. Her eyes were serious, and she looked at it until the end of time.

He was also calling out in excitement and desire.

Xin Youxuan hugged her tightly.

Without any hesitation, he suddenly felt that they had become one person, indistinguishable from each other.

The excitement made him happy, and he took a big bite on Xin Youxuan's shoulder.

Xin Xiaoyuan frowned in pain.

He said, "This way, you'll never forget me, and you'll always keep it in your heart without spending it."

The horse stopped, and Xingran fell flat on the ground, holding the flower and landing it on the soft grass.

Without any hesitation, he turned to Xin Xiuxuan and happily said, "Big brother Xunxuan, you're so good."

"Sister Sui, why are you so sure that I like you?" Xin Youxuan asked.

He smiled mischievously and said, "When you saved me, you looked at me with the eyes of a woman. I knew that your heart desired to be with me."

"But, at that time, you were still a young girl. From now on, you are a real woman." Xin Youxuan also joked.

"At that time, even though I'm not a woman, in my heart, I had always wanted you to marry me and be with me forever." He quickly retorted without any hesitation.

After he finished speaking, he hugged her tightly.

The night was as dark as water.

Xin Youxuan quickly nestled into her arms and gently narrated her family background and identity.

He was also a noble of Mongolia and often met with his own Kublai Lie. In fact, he knew in his heart that Xin Youxuan was no ordinary person.

Therefore, when Xin Xiuxuan finished explaining her family background, she wasn't too surprised.

She was innocent and romantic as she asked, "The martial arts you used while drinking with Za Hao was so amazing. In the Central Plains, big brother Wu Lin, your martial arts can be ranked first."

"It's not that amazing. I've only just stepped into the path of martial arts. There are many capable people in the Central Plains. Long established sects like Shaolin and Wudang have even more talented people. There are many people like me that aren't worth mentioning." Xin Youxuan said humbly.

He quickly changed the topic and said, "Besides the poems written by Li Qingzhao, my greatest dream is to be a female warrior like you in the Central Plains of Martial Arts. You're a righteous hero who roamed the martial arts world. That would be great.

This is the supreme technique of my sect. Without my father's consent, how could I easily pass it on to you? If I had told you earlier, you wouldn't have been able to learn it without a foundation.

Xin Xiaoyuan then refused, "Cultivating martial arts isn't something that can be done overnight. There's no need to rush. It's a beautiful morning today, so let's just discuss how good it is to sing poetry and write poetry. Today, we won't sing other people's poems. We should just follow the style of Mongolia and sing by ourselves."

And then, in a Mongolian accent, he sang a song:

Dream back to Chang'an Road,

Walk on Great Tang Street.

Look at this spring.

The moonlight and the flowers are so harmonious,

happily drinking the fine wine,

The taste was so delicious!

After he finished listening to Xin Youxuan's poems, he quickly looked at her and sang:

It was a beautiful little attic with a beautiful scene hidden within. It seemed to be infinitely faint.

In the warm sunshine, happy fishing.

You, who are at the window,

She had been looking at him with deep feelings.

Time flowed slowly.

strolling among the flowers,

Beautiful scenery.

Still there …

The intimate lover,

I miss it day and night.

snuggled up in your arms,

is the greatest happiness of all,

It is also my most beautiful blessing.

Love's eyes …

Shining.

The song's small pavilion, window leisure, spring storage, day lock, shows the poet the most hidden, the most emotional of the heart of a corner.

In fact, this was what he had been thinking. Ever since he had met Xin Youxuan, he had been impressed by her elegance, her expression, and her every move. All he felt in his heart was a mad love for her.

But sometimes she also wondered if Eiji would agree to be with her if she was the princess of the Mongol King Torre, while he was from the Enemy Song.

The sudden arrival of love seemed simple and complicated. Love was something that they liked each other, but it was not only a matter of status, family, and position. All of that would come crashing toward one another.

He quickly looked up at the starry sky and stopped talking. He then asked, "Sister Kui, what are you thinking about?"

When she heard him ask her, she quickly recovered from her deep thoughts and said, "Nothing."

"You must be thinking about something. Stop pretending." Xin Youxuan poked her forehead with her finger.

Then, he said, "If you don't want to say it, then forget it. But I need to ask you a question."

"What problem?" He asked quickly.

"Are you willing to go with me to the Song Dynasty?" she asked.

She had grown up in Mongolia, and honestly speaking, she didn't want to leave her homeland. It was highly unlikely for her to have Xin Youxuan stay in Mongolia, but when her beloved man asked her about it, she had to answer immediately as well. The answer she gave was: 'In the future, there will be many battles, with life and death at stake. Instead of thinking about these things, I might as well enjoy every moment, you and I, because now is the most beautiful scenery between us.

She was a very happy woman. Who would have thought that she would be able to avoid such a sentimental situation today?

After hearing what she had said, Xin Xiaoyuan did not reply. He only hugged her tighter.