Chapter 2318 Desert (20)
The Turkic maid who was in charge of serving her by her side cut off the meat from the leg of lamb and put it on her plate neatly.
He also poured a cup of warm kumiss for her, and scooped up a large bowl of red hot spicy soup.
It is very red, and the taste is very pungent. I don't know what to add.
"Princess please."
"..."
She suddenly felt that she didn't have much appetite.
Looking at the big bowl of hot and spicy soup, and at the golden roasted leg of lamb.
Turks don't use chopsticks, they usually eat with their hands or spoons.
After weighing and comparing, she picked up the spoon and reached for the leg of lamb.
Although Hu spicy soup is red, she really doesn't like the taste.
I would rather eat meat than drink soup.
The maid quietly waited on her.
She ate very little for this breakfast.
I ate a little roast leg of lamb and a bowl of horse broth.
Kumiss is on the sweet side, so she also drank some.
It's just that I know that my body can't hold alcohol very well, so I drink very restrained.
Afraid of getting drunk.
Soon, the Great Khan was drunk, half-armed the Turkic maid next to him, and left.
In the felt tent, there were only a few young people left.
The third prince seems to have not slept all night, and his spirit is not very good.
After drinking a large jug of kumiss, he stood up and stretched himself.
"I can't, I have to go back and catch up on sleep."
He worked hard last night, and he didn't know who it was for.
His eyes skipped over his elder brother, and then turned to the princess who was quietly drinking horse soup.
Although Adair Khan was usually taciturn, it was really rare for him not to say a word like today.
After stretching, he looked at Lu Shaodeng.
"General Lu, you didn't rest last night, did you?"
His yurt was arranged next to the princess's original yurt. There was so much noise last night, he certainly couldn't sleep.
Lu Shaodeng cupped his hands, "It's okay."
Adaima walked over and pulled him up.
"What's okay? If you haven't slept well, you haven't slept well."
"Go, go back and catch up on sleep."
"...Huh? Huh?"
Lu Shaodeng was forcibly dragged up and taken away.
Pulled out of the felt tent, all of a sudden, there were only two people left inside.
"...No, Third Prince, I don't need to catch up on sleep."
He wanted to go back, but Atema still dragged him away.
"If you don't need it, you need it, go back to sleep."
You are so young, why don’t you have eyesight?
"..." Lu Shaodeng turned his head.
"Yes, but—"
"Don't be annoying, shut up."
The sound outside gradually faded away, and soon, the sound could no longer be heard.
Quietly, the atmosphere in the felt tent became a little more delicate.
The sound of colliding porcelain and the sound of pouring wine came clearly.
Her Royal Highness finished drinking the warm horse soup, and finally took a sip of kumiss.
Only him and her were left in the yurt. She put down the exquisite silver wine glass and looked across.
The cheeks were slightly red, maybe because of drinking, or maybe because the fire in the yurt was too hot.
His eyes are moist, with a clear mist.
Looks like he is drunk, but his eyes are still clear.
Clean and look at him.
very quiet.
Even hiccupped.
The voice is small and delicate.
Adel Khan glanced at her.
The long and narrow phoenix eyes were pitch black, still carrying a strong sense of coldness.
After taking a sip of wine, the glass was put down.
"Can I... ask you a question?"
She looked at him, meeting his gaze.
(end of this chapter)