I am engaged in construction in ancient times

Chapter 169

: The Prince's Wedding Extra 1

A full moon hangs in the sky, and in the vast desert, the wind blows up dust.

A horse gallops on the sand, the horse's hooves trample the dust, and the sound of breaking the wind continues. A tall man rides on the horse, his long hair is simply tied behind his head, and his appearance is handsome and sharp.

It's like the sharpest blade in the desert.

Duan Shaorong rides the horse happily for a circle, and returns to the tent. He neatly opens the wine bag in his hand, raises his head and drinks a mouthful of strong liquor. The wine is strong and mellow, and the hot wine rolls through his throat, and the blood flowing in his body seems to be ignited and burned.

He wipes his mouth casually.

There are a few drops of wine stains on his collar. Duan Shaorong jumps off the horse. After a dull sound, he lands steadily on the ground. The soldiers in the camp greet him.

He held the wine bag and gulped down a few more sips.

The branches burned in the fire, and the sparks flew up in the dark like simple fireworks, and then disappeared with a series of crackling sounds.

Around the white tent, there were many bright flames in the night, and meat was roasted on the flames, and the aroma of roasted beef and mutton was flying everywhere.

Duan Shaorong held the wine bag in his hand and sat down casually by the fire, bent one leg, supported his hands on his knees, raised his head and drank another sip of strong liquor.

The moonlight behind him was blue, and the moonlight sprinkled on the continuous desert peaks, and the raised dust swept across one way and another.

The mutton on the fire, the fat that flowed down fell into the fire, making a sizzling sound, and in contrast to the sound, there were waves of tempting meat fragrance.

"Jiang Zhenchuan, you are good at cooking. If you don't become a general, you can still sell roasted lamb in the capital."

The man who was roasting lamb next to the fire paused. He was wearing light armor, with a young and handsome face. Even though he was roasting lamb at this time, his power should not be underestimated. The man smiled and said to Duan Shaorong: "Your Highness, can you give me a sip of wine?"

Duan Shaorong glared at him and said lazily: "Is there anyone in the world who can snatch wine from me?"

"Dream on."

Jiang Zhenchuan snorted and laughed, "Your Highness and His Majesty are really alike."

Duan Shaorong drank wine and looked at the vast full moon in the sky. Under such a night sky, it seemed that the moon was right above his head, just where you could reach out and touch it.

He couldn't help but raise his hand. Just looking over, his hand seemed to be in the full moon.

Duan Shaorong slowly swallowed the wine in his mouth, thinking that Jiang Zhenchuan was really good at roasting lamb. He was hungry just by smelling it. His phoenix eyes could not help but sweep from the sizzling lamb to the handsome man in front of him.

He said, "Jiang Zhenchuan, do you know that we almost became brothers?"

"Really?" Jiang Zhenchuan's face was calm and he turned the roasted whole lamb in his hand and brushed a layer of oil on it. The lamb was roasted on the outside and tender on the inside. The constant smell of meat made people swallow their saliva.

"Your Highness can lift up the subordinates, that's natural-"

Duan Shaorong interrupted him and said, "My father wanted to take you as his adopted son back then."