He has been busy with disaster management in recent days, and she has not seen him.
Today is a special day, and I actually miss you a lot.
But tonight is New Year's Eve, with a night banquet in the palace, and all civil and military officials are there. Murong Yu, as the regent, is a highly anticipated existence, and it is definitely difficult to get out of it.
And there is Yuan Hao in the palace.
Ming Wuyou knew very well about Yuan Hao’s position in Murong Yu’s heart. Perhaps he would accompany Yuan Hao to stay up with him and wouldn’t even leave the palace tonight, right?
Ming Wuyou lowered his head and pressed his longing in his heart.
When he is free tomorrow, he will come to find him, or when he sees Madam Bai, he will ask. If he is not busy, he can go over and find him.
Ming Wuyou continued to move forward, Caiyue held her arm and talked to Ming Wuyou about preparing gifts for others during the New Year.
The few people from Zhanwang Mansion were prepared, and Princess Anping was the most important. Bai Di, Madam Bai, and even the escort business, and everyone in Baixiantang had not been left behind.
The red envelopes of the people in the house and the double monthly silver are also unambiguous.
There were also some gifts from other houses, and Ming Wuyou also ordered someone to record the gifts.
Ming Wuyou has always been indifferent to this matter.
While listening to Caiyue’s report, she suddenly remembered someone: “Have you brought the Duan inkstone and jade jade tree Guanlangwei prepared for that 'eri' to the third brother?”
"Take it!" Cai Yue said with a smile: "That inkstone and brush are expensive things that are not even money on the market. If you give this gift, the master will always be willing to meet the lady."
After being a human being in his three lives, Ming Wuyou is not a person with arts and elegance, but he likes beautiful calligraphy and paintings very much.
The word "expert" is very kind, and she always wanted to see his true face.
But Yun Zichen told him once, but was politely declined.
"Often, experts are inevitably quirky, and it's nothing to be seen."
Ming Wuyou said lightly, she thought that the sword was matched with a hero, and that master had such a good calligraphy, so she gave him a high-quality inkstone and pen. The bento was grateful to him for writing for her for writing recently.
The master and servant were talking, and behind him, the maid was lying on a lantern, and then he arrived in front of Wuyou Pavilion.
The room was pitch black, and Murong Yu did not come.
Although Ming Wuyou had long guessed that he was so busy today, he was still a little disappointed.
After sending Caiyue to rest, Ming Wuyou pushed the door and entered the room by himself. He stayed with the door panel for a while before heading to the table, planning to turn on the lights.
However, as soon as I stepped past the side of the screen, I suddenly smelled a very light smell of alcohol.
"Who?" Ming Wuyou was furious, and a slumber needle subconsciously slid out between his sleeves, pinching it with his fingertips.
A hand stretched out from behind the screen and wrapped her tightly in her arms, "Don't be afraid, it's me."
The familiar embrace, the familiar ambergris scent, and the man's low and dull voice stopped Ming Wuyou's struggle in an instant, "Have you drunk?"
"Um."
Murong Yu responded in a low voice, his face buried between Ming Wuyou's neck, and his lips gently rubbed against her neck and ears.
"Don't..." Ming Wuyou couldn't help but shrink his neck and dodge, "Itchy."
"So it turns out that it will be itchy when you touch it." Murong Yu smiled softly and fell into her neck with a slight pecking kiss.
Ming Wuyou giggled and hurriedly pushed his face with his hands.
Murong Yu easily pinched her wrist and pressed it back into his chest. The kiss moved from her neck to her ears, then from her ear to her face, and finally fell on Ming Wuyou's lips.
This kiss is different from the previous passive kiss, lingering and domineering.
The arm that hugged Ming Wuyou's waist was very tight.
As the kisses, the body temperature rises.
Ming Wuyou was too tightly wrapped around her, and she couldn't help but snorted softly.
Murong Yu let go of the man, and the tiny kiss fell on her cheek and ear beads again.
After a long time, he gently pressed against Ming Wuyou's cheek, stopped all the raging movements, and his hands were carelessly circling Ming Wuyou's back.
This movement was made people feel itchy through their clothes.
"Your Highness." Ming Wuyou called out softly, so charming that it made people feel weak. "I thought you were staying in the palace tonight."
Murong Yu said: "I miss you."
She missed him for a few days, and he missed her even more.
So after the banquet was over and I went to bed with Yuan Hao, I came here no matter how late, but who knew she hadn't come back yet.
Murong Yu hugged her and kept warm for a while, suddenly picked up the person and sent it to the bed, helping Ming Wuyou take off his shoes, and kicked his cloud boots.
Ming Wuyou walked into the inside of the bed and gave him a seat.
Although he didn't say anything, Ming Wuyou could feel the attachment that was revealed tonight's Murong Yu's body.
He doesn't want to leave anymore.
Murong Yu lay down with Ming Wuyou in his arms, wrapped the quilt tightly, and said in a low voice: "Go to sleep."
Ming Wuyou looked at the dragon pattern on the Xuan Black collar in front of him, and suddenly chuckled, thinking, after drinking some wine, this guy was straightforward and straightforward, not as dull and clumsy as usual.
The next day, when Ming Wuyou woke up, Murong Yu was gone, and the place where he lay beside him was cold.
Ming Wuyou thought to himself that he was sleeping so hard.
But Murong Yu got up so early. During the Chinese New Year, didn’t the court seal it? There are still endless business matters to deal with?
When he went to the Zhan Palace to greet Princess Anping later, Ming Wuyou saw Yun Zichen, but he didn't see anyone else, so he asked casually.
Yun Zichen said: "The eldest brother is now walking in the Ministry of Revenue. He is responsible for a lot of affairs in the snow disaster. He has no time to go home this year. As for the second brother, the military camps in the suburbs of Beijing cannot do without people."
Originally, Yun Ziyuan should have lived in the camp and came back once a month when he was resting.
It is because of Ming Wuyou's sister that he went home more often, but as a general of the Central Army, his responsibilities are the best, and he must not leave his post without resignation during the New Year.
As for Yun Zimo, his current position in the army is not important, but he hides and doesn't want to go home.
Yun Zichen didn't mention this.
"That's it." Ming Wuyou nodded.
Yun Ziheng and Yun Ziyuan were both so busy. Murong Yu, who was the regent of Qian Kingdom, was probably even busier.
She didn't know that Murong Yu, who was born again, also had the lead, so he wanted to eliminate corrupt officials in the court, reform the military system, and teach Yuan Hao more seriously. Almost every day was arranged.
Full of silence.
As for visiting Ming Wuyou, I spend my time resting.
When I returned from the Zhan Palace, it started to snow again.
Ming Wuyou looked at the floating snowflakes like goose feathers, and remembered the snow disaster in the north.
Now in the north, the Thirteen Prefectures of Menggu, where nomadic peoples gathered and the cavalry were fierce. Decades ago, they often invaded the border of Qianguo, burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of evil.
Later, he was led by Murong Yu to the northern desert, three thousand miles away from the Thirteen Prefectures.
The northern desert was severely bleak in snow. Those nomadic peoples could not withstand the natural disasters. Several tribes directly exterminated the clan. The surviving tribes sought peace from the Gan Kingdom, willing to become subordinates, and pay tribute every year, only to seek the Gan Kingdom's ability to survive the snow disaster. Relief and assistance at that time.
Murong Yu put them into the Thirteen Prefectures of Menggu to settle down.
However, there is never a suitable solution to the problem of severe cold, and every snow disaster will consume a large amount of materials to rescue the disaster.
Murong Yu had been determined to rectify the disputes, but he had basically no time to clone his cliques.
This time, maybe I can think of a way to help him with some substantial benefits? This chapter has been completed!