Ming Wuyou walked up and sat across from Murong Yu, "Is the case not going well?"
"Your Highness?" Ming Wuyou held his chin, moved closer to him, glanced at the paper fan in his hand, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Your Highness indeed took this paper fan with him, I am very happy.
"
"Have you had lunch? Let's order something to eat."
Ming Wuyou said two more words.
But Murong Yu kept looking at Ming Wuyou and didn't say anything. His eyes were deep and complicated, with a hint of coldness that made Ming Wuyou couldn't help but wonder if he had done something to make him angry.
.
But she seems to have done nothing recently.
Murong Yu wouldn't be angry at her for suppressing Fu Rou, right?!
Ming Wuyou pursed his lips, "Then I'm leaving."
Murong Yu still didn't say anything. He didn't seem to hear what Ming Wuyou said. He just stared at Ming Wuyou's face closely and was immersed in his own thoughts.
Ming Wuyou felt a little weak and stood up to leave.
She found that sometimes she could not completely guess Murong Yu's mood.
Just like now.
I knew he was angry, but I had no clue as to why he was angry.
If he doesn't speak, then she is acting like a one-man show.
No one likes to be a one-man show, and Ming Wuyou is no different.
The sleeves of the gauze skirt crossed Murong Yu's hand holding the paper fan. He looked at Ming Wuyou who stood up to leave. He suddenly came back to his senses and grabbed her wrist, "Don't leave!"
Ming Wuyou was stunned and looked at him in astonishment.
Since his rebirth, Murong Yu rarely spoke to her in such a commanding tone.
Murong Yu seemed to realize that the tone was wrong.
He pursed his lips and adjusted his thoughts, but the hand holding Ming Wuyou's wrist did not loosen even an inch.
Soon, he stood up and brought the paper fan in front of Ming Wuyou, "Last time - you said you would make a new one for me."
Ming Wuyou: "..."
"I want new ones."
Murong Yu looked at Ming Wuyou, with a certain eagerness in his deep eyes, eager to confirm something.
He usually has a stern and majestic attitude, but at this time he looked a bit stubborn. He repeated it again without waiting for Ming Wuyou to answer, "I want a new one."
"……good."
Ming Wuyou responded blankly and blamed himself: "I'm sorry, I was a little busy earlier, and then I got injured, so I forgot about it. It's my fault."
"I'll start working on it when I get back today." Ming Wuyou said seriously, with a faint smile in his bright eyes. That smile and tone seemed to be coaxing a child asking for sweets, "This is what your Highness is doing.
...Are you angry?”
Murong Yu's eyebrows twisted slightly, feeling that he was really childish.
I also felt irritated by my childish behavior.
He was indeed angry just now, but it was definitely not because of the fan, but because he saw Shen Qingci supporting her——
He recognized Shen Qingci.
After he brought Ming Wuyou into the capital in his previous life, Shen Qingci secretly mobilized the ship's escorts to visit the regent's palace many times at night.
Murong Yu knew that he was Ming Wuyou's confidant and the most trusted person, so he always let his subordinates drive people away.
But Shen Qingci became more and more courageous with every setback.
The palace was heavily guarded, especially the courtyard where Ming Wuyou lived. It had three floors of guards inside and three floors outside. Shen Qingci couldn't see Ming Wuyou's people, so he changed his strategy and bribed the maids of the palace in an attempt to steal Ming Wuyou.
Walk.
How could Murong Yu allow it?!
At that time, he had regarded Ming Wuyou as his own, and his strong possessiveness made him not allow anyone to pry into his treasure.
In order to warn Shen Qingci and make him calm down, Murong Yu took action and injured the person.
But she didn't expect Shen Qingci, who was suffering from fatal injuries, to look at Ming Wuyou to make sure she was doing well.
That night, Ming Wuyou hid the seriously injured Shen Qingci under the quilt.
In order to give him a chance to escape, Ming Wuyou even took the initiative to get close to Murong Yu.
Murong Yu clearly remembered Ming Wuyou holding his neck and kissing him, but her body was full of resistance and there was disgust that could not be concealed deep in her eyes.
Murong Yu hugged her tightly, but her heart felt bitter.
The moment he was sure that Shen Qingci had left safely, Ming Wuyou decisively pushed him away, once again erecting a barrier between the two that seemed to be impossible to cross.
Later, Shen Qingci died.
Ming Wuyou suspected that he had killed her, and the relationship between the two became even more tense from then on.
He knew that she valued Shen Qingci.
He also knew very well that Shen Qingci seemed to be respectful and humble, but in fact, he did not have a master-servant relationship with Ming Wuyou, but a deep-seated infatuation.
Thinking that there was such a person by Ming Wuyou's side all the time, and that Ming Wuyou could talk and laugh with that person at any time, Murong Yu felt jealous and crazy for a moment.
He wanted to pull her into his arms forcefully and tell her not to leave him even an inch, not to get so close to that Shen Qingci, but he couldn't and didn't dare!
He didn't dare to confine her to him.
She is no one's bird, she has her own wings.
If he can't control himself and takes the same old path in his previous life, then their current life will definitely not have good results!
"Your Highness?" Ming Wuyou saw that his face was turning blue and white, and he put his hand on his forehead worriedly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Murong Yu came back to his senses, grabbed her hand, and with a slight exertion, she threw herself in front of him, "Ming Wuyou——"
His eyes were extremely hot.
Ming Wuyou couldn't help but hold his breath: "What's wrong?"
He lowered his head very slowly.
When he was close enough to breathe together, close enough to see his infinitely enlarged face through her eyes, he said very softly: "I actually don't want a fan, I want something else."
"What do you want?" Ming Wuyou's heart beat like a drum, and his voice rarely stuttered.
Murong Yu's slender and calloused fingers gently pinched her chin, and his fingers gently traced the shape of her lips.
Such a close distance, such burning eyes, coupled with such actions, it was obviously not a real kiss, but it was more exciting than him actually lowering his head to kiss her.
Ming Wuyou was itching unbearably, so she closed her lips slightly and kissed his fingertips.
The next moment, following the impulse in his heart, he stood up on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.
The hand he held was free at some point, and Ming Wuyou climbed up to his neck and hugged him tightly.
The corners of Murong Yu's lips curved into a slight arc without leaving any trace.
Yes, this is what he wants.
He responded lightly, and after a moment, he reluctantly held Ming Wuyou's slender waist and pulled her away from him.
Ming Wuyou's eyes were blurry, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he felt a sense of displeasure at being disturbed while dining.
She liked kissing him and the tender feeling, but he actually pushed her away.