Duke Jing's younger sister

He walked around the screen and went straight out of the tent. He quickly slipped out of the window and jumped into Shen Li's tent next to him.

She hadn't come back yet, and the tent was dark and quiet.

Shen Beiqi stood for a moment, then found a chair to sit down. He wondered if she was angry when she saw him hugging Linlang.

Then, he felt a little ridiculous.

Why is she angry?

On the other side, Luo Jue scratched his head, wanting to cry but without the tears. He bravely pulled out his belt and replaced Shen Beiqi in the darkness, pressing Linlang under him.

That damn bastard!!

He, Luo Jue, is still a virgin! A virgin!!

Liang Bo stood guard outside the tent, complaining to Yue Yang angrily, "Mr. Luo doesn't want to go, the master should let me go!"

The master didn't even think of giving him such a good thing. After all, he had followed the master in battles for many years. Even if he had no merits, he had worked hard!

Yue Yang glanced at him from head to toe, "Your physique is too different from your master's. You will be exposed."

Liang Bo smacked his lips and was speechless for a moment.

He's just a little fatter. If he had known this good thing would happen, he would have lost a few pounds!

As soon as there was some noise in the tent, several figures approached stealthily. Yue Yang and Liang Bo looked at each other and immediately fell silent.

The prince's men were waiting in the dark, just to see whether Shen Beiqi really had a night of love with Linlang, or whether it was just a deliberate act to rescue the third prince.

According to Shen Beiqi, Luo Jue not only wants to make a noise, but also wants to make a big noise!

However, this movement is indeed a bit loud...

Even through two layers of tent cloth and a distance of more than ten steps in between, I could still vaguely hear something.

Shen Li leaned against the corner of the tent, listening to the unspeakable sounds that came one after another, and his back felt a little stiff.

The young man in front of her looked calm. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Tell me, why are you crying?"

Was it because she saw him hugging Linlang?

Was it because she thought that the person being so affectionate with Linlang in the tent was him?

"because..."

She didn't know what to say.

He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, as if he wanted to see through her eyes and into her heart.

Perhaps, he is also different in her heart.

Perhaps, he also has a place in her heart.

"Why? Tell me..."

His breathing was a little rapid, and his hoarse voice seemed to carry a spell that bewitched her, making her already dizzy mind even more erratic, as if she was in a cloud of mist, unable to extricate herself.

The night is falling, the wind is clear and the moon is bright.

From time to time, laughter could be heard in the evening breeze, and someone was singing by the campfire in the distance.

"Jianjia is green, white dew is frost, the so-called beauty is on the side of the water..."

In such a dim environment, in this small space, isolated from all the noise from the outside world, he only had her in his eyes and could only see her.

He slowly moved closer to her, his lips almost touching hers.

The hot breath was getting closer and closer. Shen Li stared at it in a daze, not knowing what to do for a moment.

If it weren't for the conversation in the afternoon, she would have had the illusion that she and he were in love.

She has never been able to resist him, and enjoys every time she gets close to him and every time they touch each other physically.

But he was drunk, just like last time, and because he was drunk, they had that one-night stand.

If he was awake, he would definitely not touch her.

She gritted her teeth and forced herself to push him away.

The flickering firelight illuminated his surprised eyes. She calmed her rapid heartbeat and pretended to be calm, "Because... Luo Cheng made me angry, so I cried."

A wave of bitterness suddenly surged in his heart, and there seemed to be a sparkle in his eyes. "Because of Luo Cheng?"

"Yeah." She responded softly.

The surroundings became increasingly quiet.

After a while, bursts of laughter were heard in the darkness.

That laughter was full of mockery and unwillingness. He smiled and took two steps back, putting some distance between himself and her.

He almost thought that her tears were shed for him.

In the flickering firelight, her outline was blurry yet clear, clearly close at hand, yet out of reach.

Is it the wrong timing, or are they just not meant to be?

It seemed that she had thought it through. Between him and Luo Cheng, she chose Luo Cheng. Between liking and being suitable, she chose liking.

Perhaps, he is too conceited.

Why did he think that he was more suitable for her than Luo Yan? Just because she was already his?

After all, he was a person who had hurt her. What qualifications did he have to make her abandon Luo Yan and choose him?

"Do you want to marry Luo Yan?" he asked with difficulty.

Marry Luo Cheng?

It is undeniable that she did have such thoughts tonight.

Because no matter from which aspect, Luo Yan is the most suitable person for her.

Seeing her silence, Shen Beiqi already knew what was going on. He clenched his fists tightly with his hands hanging at his sides and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I'll help you."

Yue Yang called softly from outside the tent, "Master, the prince's men have left."

"You should have a good rest. We will get up early tomorrow morning and return to the city."

His voice returned to its cold and clear tone, as if the tenderness just now was just an illusion of hers.

After saying that, he strode away from her side, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.

She was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly got up and chased after him, but she could no longer see his figure.

Yueyang was still guarding outside the tent, and the movement inside the tent had not stopped.

……

It was sunny yesterday, but it turned gloomy early this morning.

The dark clouds were hanging low, and it seemed that a heavy rain was brewing.

When Shen Li came out, Shen Beiqi was standing in front of the carriage waiting, the corners of his dark blue robe rustling in the wind. It was clearly summer, but it had a bit of the bleak feeling of autumn.

She walked up to him, bowed, and when she looked up, she found that his eyes were fixed on her lips.

The lights were dim last night and he didn't notice the wound on her lip.

It looks like it was bitten.

His heart sank suddenly. When he wanted to kiss her last night, she rejected him.

Then the wound on her mouth...

"What's wrong with your lips?"

She pursed her lips, feeling a little embarrassed. She couldn't tell the truth, could she?

When she was eavesdropping outside the tent, she was so depressed that she bit herself?

"Um...I accidentally touched the corner of the table."

Shen Beiqi thought that her guilty, evasive and secretive look had a deeper meaning.

No wonder she said last night that she cried because Luo Cheng made her angry.

So, it was because he...kissed her?

Shen Beiqi closed his eyes to hide the emotions surging in his eyes.

This time when returning to the city, Shen Beiqi did not ride in the same carriage with Shen Li. She and Zi Yuan sat in the carriage, and Liang Bo was still driving.

He and Yueyang drove the horses together and walked in front of the carriage.

As soon as the carriage had gone a short distance, Luo Yan rode his horse to catch up.

Hearing someone calling her name, Shen Li lifted the curtain, revealing her little face.

Luo Cheng looked at her for a moment, then said with a smile, "Xiao Wenyuan said that Xing'anfang has a new short play that is well performed. Let's go and take a look when you are free."

You, of course, are talking about her and Shen Zhiyan.

"Well, I'll go back and ask my second sister."

"See you in the city then!"

The young man glanced at Shen Beiqi with a meaningful look in his eyes, then he waved his whip and rode away.