Summer has turned into autumn on the grasslands, and the lush green grasslands have turned into a withered yellow landscape.

In the distance, a bonfire burns, and the sons and daughters of the grassland sing and dance, the fragrance of grassland white permeating the air.

Gu Yao lay on his back on the hill, with the bare branches of the low trees above him. Tonight was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the bright moonlight above him seemed within reach.

Reaching out my hand, I found it so far away.

Gu Yao was dressed in brightly colored grassland clothing, the fringed edges of which were soft and comfortable.

The magical black hair that had materialized was braided into beautiful plaits by Chen Juan, and bright red coral beads were adorning the hair, making it look extremely beautiful.

"Ah Yao, it must be getting cold, right? How about trying this strong liquor from the grasslands?"

A slightly amused voice came from behind, and Gu Yao turned his head to look.

Shen Juan came up carrying a wine pot.

Gu Yao sat up and took the pot of wine that Shen Juan tossed to him, his smile deepening.

"Grassland White? What's our little fox up to?"

Gu Yao lifted the lid, and a strong and pungent smell of alcohol wafted out. Compared to the light and elegant Osmanthus Wine, this Prairie White was much stronger.

Grassland White, also known as "Donkey That Knocks Down," is a top-tier strong liquor made from pure grains.

Before Shen Juan could speak, a person jumped out from behind him. "You people from Da Xuan are too delicate. This 'Mendao Donkey' is the most famous strong liquor on our grasslands. When hunting in the mountains in winter, no matter how cold it is, just take a couple of sips and your body will warm up immediately."

As he spoke, the man looked Gu Yao up and down with disdain, “Judging from your appearance, you are indeed not suitable for this strong drink. If you can’t drink it, don’t waste it. I’ll go ask my wife for some mare’s milk wine.”

Gu Yao didn't react much to what he heard. He just smiled and slowly stood up, quietly looking at the child who had disliked him from the very beginning.

The burly man, standing at 1.9 meters tall, had only just reached adulthood.

From Gu Yao's perspective, he's just a naive child.

Shen Juan's expression darkened, and he kicked the boy in front of him in the shin, his eyes cold.

"Wanyan Feng, if you don't know how to speak, I don't mind teaching you!"

As she spoke, Shen Juan unfastened the wrist guards on her hands, her knuckles cracking, and stared at Wanyan Feng with hostility.

Wanyan Feng felt a dull ache in his shoulder blade again, and he quickly waved his hand, "No need, no need, I was wrong."

A good man does not suffer immediate losses.

He was terrified of being beaten by Shen Juan.

Xiling values ​​strength; as long as no major incidents occur, it prioritizes power.

Going to your parents' house after losing a fight is the most shameful thing you can do.

If you have backbone, you have to earn your own face back.

Even if Wanyan Feng is the youngest prince of Xiling, it won't work.

If you lose a fight and then call for backup, you'll be laughed at for the rest of your life.

Shen Juan naturally knew this, and he raised his foot, intending to kick this eyesore of a light bulb down the hillside.

Gu Yao gently stopped him and shook his head.

Shen Juan withdrew the kick of justice.

Gu Yao stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then gave a gentle smile. "I remember you turned 18 two days ago, right?"

Wanyan Feng squatted down, intently dissecting the freshly roasted lamb leg, and answered without turning his head, "Yes."

Gu Yao nodded in satisfaction.

Once a child reaches adulthood, they are no longer considered children.

He grabbed Wanyan Feng by the collar and pulled him up from the ground.

Wanyan Feng was completely dumbfounded.

Wanyan Feng was kicked.

Wanyan Peak rolled down the hillside.

Wanyan Feng cursed and swore.

A gentle breeze carries the aroma of lamb leg mixed with the scent of wine, the most unrestrained flavor of the grassland.

Kicking away a light bulb, Gu Yao sat comfortably on the ground and patted the spot beside him. "Fox, come here."

Chen Juan obediently sat down.

Gu Yao immediately opened two jars of grassland white wine and handed one to Shen Juan.

The dagger, inlaid with precious gems, became the best tool for slicing meat.

Drinking and eating heartily.

The strong liquor burned my heart, yet it seemed to suppress all the sorrows of the world.

Gu Yao shook the wine jar, looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, which seemed to be doubled.

He reached out to grab it, but he couldn't catch it no matter what he did.

Shen Juan, propped up on his arms, lay half-reclined on the grass. He saw the usually aloof and composed man flitting about like a butterfly, constantly grabbing at something. He smiled, watched, and then tilted his head back to gulp down another mouthful of strong liquor.

A bright moon hangs high above.

Same scene.

But he was no longer alone.

They did indeed drink together under the moon.

It is no longer "a lonely grave a thousand miles away, with nowhere to speak of sorrow".

This person is truly right beside me.

For a moment, Shen Juan couldn't tell whether he was Wanyan Jue or Shen Juan. He seemed to be the king who had ruled Xiling for more than 20 years.

The people of Xiling all say that he is a good leader and a good king.

But no one knew that in the dead of night, he felt as pathetic as a stray dog.

He once encountered a brilliant pearl, but did not take it with him.

Later, the pearl fell into the dust, shattered amidst blood and tears.

He was once illuminated by a bright moon, yet he was not caught.

The person chasing butterflies with a carefree smile under the moonlight seems like a mirage, a delusional dream. When he wakes up, the royal tent of Xiling is still empty.

His pillow was still cold.

Lost in a hazy, indulging self-indulgence.

He reached out and grabbed Gu Yao's arm, causing the already unsteady man to stumble and fall straight into his arms.

Stumbling into a solid chest, Gu Yao felt even more dizzy. Before she could speak, a series of soft kisses fell upon her. In her dazed state, Gu Yao felt as if her wrists were being held down.

The heat from the burning liquor lingered for a long time.

It burns away all of a person's reason.

A flash flood suddenly broke out in the dry valley in autumn. Under the bright moonlight, the rushing water created a sound that echoed through the valley. The wind carried the scent of grass and blended into a mournful melody.

It was the sound of the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle) coming from afar.

The people around the campfire, oblivious to everything, continued to sing and dance.

Only two outsiders from the grasslands drowned in the flash flood.

The beautiful puppet, its porcelain-white skin forced to turn bright red, was manipulated by a wicked performer who controlled it to make many graceful movements.

When the play reached its climax, the beautiful and exquisite string puppets clung tightly to the performers like dying swans.

Managing to control the puppet in one's hands is an essential skill for every performer.

Shen Juan is one of the best among them.

He gently patted the doll's back and placed it in the highest position, saying, "Please bear with it a little longer, it will be over soon."

The show has only just begun, so how can it end so quickly?

It's just a puppet on a string that has lost the ability to think; it can only trust the person holding the strings.

Whatever the matchmaker wants to do.

He will only obey.

The campfires in the distance had all gone out, leaving only scattered lights.

Under the bright moonlight, the tall, slender young man embraced his lover and slowly walked back the way they had come.

Meanwhile, her loved one, exhausted from a long night, was fast asleep.

The boy thoughtfully tidied his sweat-dampened temples, but his thoughts had already drifted far away.

He felt that he could still drink more of this wine.

It will help keep you warm during the upcoming winter.

Yes, I'm serious.

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