Caiyue was stunned, and looked over following the sound, and saw Murong Ting lazily leaning against the green tile wall, sitting with his knees bent, with the lower corner of his white robe, and a folding fan in his hand.
The folding fan swings gently and slowly, showing a graceful and graceful look.
Caiyue's face turned red because of this coquettish look.
Ming Wuyou frowned slightly, "Here comes someone!"
The night is as cool as water, and the surroundings are as quiet as a chicken.
"Are you calling them?" Murong Ting moved his wrist and pointed the paper fan to the pavilion not far away.
Ming Wuyou looked in the direction and paused.
Caiyue said "Wow", "She actually stacked the Moon Dragon Guards into a small mountain without any sound!"
"Xiao Wuyou, the defense in your house doesn't look very good." Murong Ting chuckled and floated down from the green tiles.
When he came to Ming Wuyou, he took the cloak from Caiyue's hand and put it on Ming Wuyou: "You servant girl is a bit stupid. It's such a cold night and I won't put the cloak on you.
"
Ming Wuyou frowned, moved his hand away and dodged to one side.
But Murong Ting turned his wrist strangely and avoided her block. He also held Ming Wuyou's little arm and smiled gracefully: "Hey, I'll put a cloak on you. I'm afraid you'll get cold."
"Let go!" Ming Wuyou sneered, decisively pinched the cotton bone needle in his sleeve and slapped it towards Murong Ting.
"hiss--"
Murong Ting took several steps back and looked at her in surprise, but the smile on his face did not diminish by half, "You used a hidden weapon for me?"
"My king, I just like a little rose with thorns like you——"
A strong force of energy came towards him, Murong Ting was shuddered and dodged a bit awkwardly.
Half of the hem of the robe was cut off, and the jade crown on top of his head fell off and broke into many pieces on the ground.
"Your Highness!" Caiyue whispered.
Ming Wuyou turned around and saw Murong Yu coming through the night.
Coincidentally, he was also wearing a white brocade robe today, with a jade belt around his waist and a jade crown on his hair. There were no other decorations on his body.
The moonlight shines on his body, and the tied collar only exposes his neck, which is straight and straight, showing a complete coldness and abstinence.
"Is it cold?" Murong Yu stepped forward and held Ming Wuyou's bare hand. The next moment, the close-fitting white robe came down and was draped on Ming Wuyou's shoulders.
With his body temperature and the scent of ambergris on his body.
"Why are Ninth Brother here?" Murong Ting said with a smile: "Don't be angry, I was just joking with Miss Ming."
"Are you kidding?" Murong Yu said coldly: "I warned you, she is not someone you can make fun of at will."
Murong Ting sneered: "You have a good memory, but I have a poor memory and forgot about this matter. It's my fault. Then I won't disturb Brother Jiu and Miss Ming. Farewell!"
Murong Ting's figure flashed and disappeared directly into the night.
Caiyue was stunned for a moment and thought to herself: What on earth is this Prince Ding doing?!
Ming Wuyou glanced sideways in the direction where Murong Ting disappeared, but his body was gently pulled into his arms by Murong Yu.
His big, calloused palm touched Ming Wuyou's face and raised her head, "See what he's doing?"
Ming Wuyou was a little upset at being harassed by Murong Ting, but now he laughed out loud and was in a good mood.
She tugged on Murong Yu's robe and motioned for him to bow his head.
Nowadays she is so lazy that she doesn’t even think about standing on tiptoe.
Murong Yu obediently leaned forward and listened, but felt a cool feeling on his ears as she kissed him gently.
The next moment, Ming Wuyou's smiling voice sounded: "Your Highness is prettier than him. Your Highness is the most beautiful person in the world."
Murong Yu was silent for a moment, happy to be coaxed, and took her wrist to walk to Wuyou Pavilion.
When he reached the room, he hugged Ming Wuyou with his backhand.
"Your Highness?" Ming Wuyou asked hesitantly, "Aren't you happy?"
"These Moon Dragon Guards are so incompetent."
Murong Yu said in a deep voice: "I will arrange for someone else to come tomorrow."
He hugged Ming Wuyou quietly for a long time. When his mood gradually calmed down, he asked about today's banquet.
Hearing Ming Wuyou say that Murong Ting actually ran away as soon as the banquet started, some kind of storm arose in Murong Yu's deep eyes again.
Ming Wuyou comforted him: "He only said a few words. My second brother kept staring at him, and he didn't dare to be presumptuous. Later, the second brother and the third brother sent me back in person, but I didn't expect him to climb the wall!
"
Ming Wuyou was not so narcissistic as to think that Murong Ting really wanted to flirt with her.
She wondered if Murong Ting was like Yuan Hao. He asked Murong for help but couldn't get it, so he came to her to ask for help?
Murong Yu said: "I will send a letter to the King of War and ask him to return to Beijing as soon as possible."
"Why?"
"The faster he comes, the faster your identity will be determined, and I will—" Murong Yu stopped talking.
Ming Wuyou saw that he suddenly stopped talking and just looked at her with a complicated and tangled look. He couldn't help but move closer to him and asked, "What do you want?"
Murong Yu looked at her deeply, traced her eyebrows and cheeks with his fingers, and asked repressedly and carefully: "Wouyou'er, can you marry me?"
Ming Wuyou was stunned.
Murong Yu added: "Marry me and be my regent. You will stay with me forever and never be separated."
"I..." Just as Ming Wuyou spoke, Murong Yu hooked his strong arms, pulled her into his generous embrace, kissed her lips gently, and said with infinite tenderness: "Promise."
Ming Wuyou passively endured this tenderness.
"Promise me..." Murong Yu's gentle kiss came to Ming Wuyou's ear, and his low voice was full of charm at this time: "I will use everything I have, even my life, to be good to you."
Ming Wuyou couldn't bear this. His heart felt numb and he couldn't use his hands and feet. He said in a low voice: "Okay."
Murong Yu's kiss paused for a moment, and then came a more lingering and gentle touch.
After a long time, Ming Wuyou felt herself being put on the bed. Murong Yu helped her take off her shoes, pulled the quilt and covered her, "Go to sleep, I won't leave until you fall asleep."
Ming Wuyou nodded dazedly, resting his hand on his pillow, feeling confused and a little suspicious in his heart.
Murong Ting said a few flirty words, but she didn't do anything to Murong Ting. How could he ask her to marry him with such a gentle and disgusting attitude?
…
It took Ming Wuyou half an hour to fall asleep. The moment Murong Yu left Wuyou Pavilion, all the warmth and affection disappeared, leaving only coldness and solemnity.
"Leng Xiao."
"My subordinate is here!"
"Go and ask King Ding to come over."
"But -" Leng Xiao was surprised: "It's so late -"
Murong Yu looked at Leng Xiao with a cold expression, "Is it too late?"
That look was like an ice knife.
Leng Xiao froze and said quickly: "My subordinate will go right away!"