Mu Zhao shook his head, "It's not that he doesn't take the bait, it's because he obeys the emperor's words from the bottom of his heart and respects him very much."
"Yeah," Yun Wuluo continued to peel dried fruits for her.
"There are too many legendary moments about your father. These storytellers love to tell them and the audience also loves to listen to them. This makes your father's prestige among the people rise rapidly. The old emperor shot himself in the foot."
Mu Zhao's smile was also sarcastic, "This dog emperor doesn't even think about it. It's all caused by him."
"So this emperor is too contradictory and too confused."
Mu Zhao took the dried fruit from him and said, "After I eat a few more, take me to the brothel."
Yun Wuluo: "......"
Did this topic move too quickly?
Mu Zhao looked at his slightly tangled eyes and said, "Don't worry about it. It's not like I've never been there before. At this time, it's usually when the men and women haven't started to do anything."
Yun Wuluo: "..."
He narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Who took you there?"
"I'll go secretly by myself. Do you think anyone else in our Mu family will take me to the brothel?"
Yun Wuluo asked again, "Then who told you about the brothel?"
"Zhao Chengzu."
Yun Wuluo's eyes were sharp, "He deserves to die."
Mu Zhao took a leisurely sip of tea and said, "He deserves to die, and he is not far from death."
Yun Wuluo heard the hidden meaning of her words, suppressed the cruelty in his heart and asked, "What is your plan?"
Mu Zhao leaned leisurely on the recliner, raised his eyes slightly, and did not answer questions.
"Will you protect me?"
"nature."
"Then let's wait and watch the show."
Looking at her lazy and confident look, Yun Wuluo felt like his heart was being scratched by a cat, a little itchy.
He fed the dried fruit into her mouth and took the opportunity to wipe her lips.
The incredibly soft touch made him feel dizzy and he quickly let go of his hand.
Mu Zhao raised his hand and hit his hand, but it was empty.
Mu Zhao said dissatisfied: "We agreed before that there should be no intimate movements."
"The last thing I care about is credibility."
Yun Wuluo said it confidently.
Mu Zhao cursed.
Mu Zhao went to get the dried fruits himself.
Yun Wuluo picked up the plate of dried fruit and said, "Little princess, your golden cup is precious, so let me peel it."
"I can't bear it." Mu Zhao stood up and grabbed it.
Yun Wuluo grabbed her wrist.
Mu Zhao reacted quickly and retracted his hand.
Yun Wuluo looked at her teasingly, "Little princess, do you dislike slaves?"
His tone was full of grievances.
The veins on Mu Zhao's forehead twitched slightly, and he said word by word: "I! Yes! No! Yes! I said! Don't call yourself a slave?!"
Yun Wuluo saw that she was really angry, so he decisively admitted his mistake, "The princess forgives me, but I don't know what is good and what is good."
Mu Zhao still looked at him with anger in his eyes.
Yun Wuluo thought for a while, "But I really don't want the princess to do this kind of work of peeling dried fruits. How about I do it? I'll peel it and let the princess have it, okay?"
Mu Zhao finally calmed down.
They ate dried fruits for a while and were about to get up and go to the brothel when Chuntao appeared downstairs in the teahouse.
Chuntao looked a little anxious.
Mu Zhao jumped down and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Princess, Concubine Jing has given you an oral order to inform you to enter the palace."
Mu Zhao sneered, "This is coming, but we still can't avoid it."
Yun Wuluo stood behind her, "There is nothing we can't hide from. Everything depends on the little princess's own will. If the little princess wants to go, she can go. If the little princess doesn't want to go, then we will continue to go to the brothel."